"Alpha," the man with the whip says, bowing his head in respect.
"Marcus. I assume this is the rouge," he says. His voice is deep and husky, sending a shiver down my spine.
"It is," the man, I now know as Marcus says. I look at the alpha with pleading eyes, but he returns it with a cold, hard, emotionless stare.
"I don't care what you do with it," the alpha says. "Just don't kill it or violate it."
"Yes, Alpha Anton," Marcus chimes as I drop my head in defeat.
He'll never look at me with pride. He'll never look at me with love and adoration. He sees me as worthless. Someone who can't shift. Who isn't strong. Who can't be a Luna. I'm here to make his pack stronger, but he will never love me.
As I kid, the only thing I ever wanted was for my mate to love me, and I've only come to find that that won't happen, and that was my worst nightmare.
I begin to let the tears pour out of my eyes as I hear the Alpha Anton walking away.
"You're lucky rouge. I'm surprised he didn't let me kill you or do it himself," Marcus growls. "Now let's get back to business."
The beating must've gone on for hours as he asks me question and I give him answers, only for him to claim I'm lying and to whip me again. My blood is splattered like paint along the wall and I can't believe I'm still alive.
Suddenly, the beta stops and he walks out, slamming the door to the cell on his way out, making sure to lock all five bolts.
Once I know he's gone, I let out a scream.
I release all the pain, suffering, agony, anger, fear, frustration, regret, and misery.
I begin to cry. Sobbing about everything.
I cry for my father, who I'm almost positive is heart broken. I cry for my brother, who I won't get to see grow up. I cry for my Uncle Earl, who wasn't even really my uncle but I called him it anyways. I cry for Claire, who was my best friend, who was there through the loss of my mom. I cry for Aunt Tess and Faith, Uncle Earl's wife and daughter, who welcomed me into their family. I cry for what my life has come to, being locked in the cells of my mate's pack.
I cry for my mate, who I know will never care. Who I know doesn't care about me. Who I know is disappointed in me for being so small and weak. Who is only keeping me around to make him stronger. Who hates me.
I cry for my mate, who will never love me.
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Run
WerewolfTrying to keep her pack safe, Brooke Summers, daughter of the Alpha, leaves her pack. Now, she finds herself in a place she never thought she'd be in.
