The Vampire Prince

My Mate is an Asshole

The above picture is of Isabella. Just with darker blue eyes.

Looking up at the stars, I sigh. It's been six months since the attack and, it's been a living hell for me. Clara explained to me everything about werewolves, that she could, and also included some things about the other supernatural creatures. She told me about mates, how rare they were, how they were supposed to be treasured and loved. She then explained that Xavier was supposed to be my mate. Now that's, where everything went wrong.

When I asked Xavier about it, he blew up on me. Said that I, a weak, pathetic human, could never be his mate or the Luna of his pack. That the only reason I was around was to give him pleasure, and bare him children, as children born to a true mate are a lot stronger then children born from a chosen mate. He treats me as an object, expecting me to do whatever I'm told without question, not even considering my feelings. He openly flirts with and is intimate with other females, not bothering to hide his whores.

Normally, I'd be depressed and angry and upset but, honestly, I stopped caring after the first month and started making the best of my situation. I stopped listening to him and the pack, only doing what Clara and Benjamin said. I've made sure he knows that he can't touch and use me as he pleases, (Benjamin and Clara helped with the last one, threatening to give the pack to his younger brother, Jason, if he didn't leave me alone). I've moved from the third floor, where I was originally staying, to the attic. At first it was a dusty, dirty, mess, but after two weeks of hard work and a lot of money, courtesy of Clara. I've managed to turn it into an apartment like space. With a bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen and a siting room, which triples as a dining room, a study and a relaxing space.

I can honestly say that I'm quite comfortable where I am, despite the constant reminders of what I could have. What I should have had.

Usually, Xavier leaves me alone but today Ben and Clara had to go into town to get a few things for the packs barbecue, that's going to take place at the end of the week. About two hours after they left, Xavier came over and started harassing me, saying that I should be at his beck and call, doing whatever the hell he tells me to for his 'generosity', in giving me a roof over my head and food in my stomach. I pretty much lost it, screaming at him and even slapped him. Telling him that I already had a home and lots of food, and that I still would have had them, if he hadn't of told my parents that I'd died from the injuries I'd received, courtesy of the rouges.

Well, let's just say that things went down hill after that. Looking into his eyes I could see that he was mad, no, he was beyond mad. Without a second thought I scrambled up and fled, running towards the pack house, hoping to get to my 'apartment'. Xavier, being a lot stronger and faster then me, caught up quickly and, in his words, punished me for my disrespect. In my words, he beat me black and blue. Not wanting Clara or something Ben to know I hid in my room for the rest of the day. Which leads me to where I am now, sitting on the roof of the pack house wrapped in a fluffy, soft, black blanket, staring at the stars wondering where everything went wrong.