Rouge's Mate

Chapter Two

~Lily's POV~

I was dragged through the pack house and down into the basement where my father was already waiting for me.

"Bind her to the chair." I sniffled as my arms and legs were tightly tied up to the old wooden chair.

"Leave." My father commanded in his Alpha tone. The rest of the pack bowed their heads and left the chamber, slamming the door shut behind them.

"How many times do I have to tell you Omega?" The tone my father was using made me shrink back in fear, he was never this calm.

"Now I'm going to have to carve the lesson into you." Oh no, please no!

"P-please, don't." He raised his hand and slapped me.

"Do not talk back to your Alpha!" He screamed at me whilst slapping me again. I bit my lip to stop my from crying out. My father walked over to a small table which was covered in small torture devices and my eyes widened when I saw that he was holding a pen knife. He quickly slashed my arm making me jump back into the seat.

"You brought this all on yourself Omega, you killed my wife, my mate!" I cried as he grabbed hold of my arm and turned it around so that the inside of my arm was facing upwards.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to I swear." I pleaded as he brought the knife down on my arm and started carving a word. I screamed and writhed in pain every time the knife was brought back to my skin. I tried to pull away but the rope dug more into my skin, making it burn.

After a while my father pulled away and dropped the knife to the floor. He looked at me with a dead expression. He doesn't want me, he hates me. My own father loves to torture me and probably wants to kill me.

"Now you will have a permanent reminder of what you are." He spat in disgust. I looked down at my left arm and almost cried. There written in jagged letters was the word, murderer.

The Alpha couldn't look at me any longer as he sent me one more murderous glance at me before walking out of the room and slamming the door shut behind him.

I don't know how long I have been crying but as soon as I heard footsteps down the corridor my tears stopped and I listened in fear. The footsteps came closer and closer still until they stopped at the door, occupying the room I was in. I gulped loudly, readying myself for more torture. I looked down at my lap in disgrace as the person walked in front of me, grabbing my hair and pulling my head up to face them. Jason growled at me when I showed no emotion. He unbound my arms and legs and pushed me off from the chair. I slumped to the floor in pain. I rubbed my wrists and noticed very thick red lines across them from the rope.

"Get out, we have real problems to take care of Omega." Jason snarled at me. I lifted my body from the floor as quickly as I could and started to walk to the door.

Just as I walked past Jason he grabbed the shiny sharp object and slit across my back, shoulder blade to shoulder blade. I hissed in pain and fell to my knees.

"And remember to go to your room, no one wants to see a disgrace like you." Tears streamed down my face, not from the pain but because of the words, I know no one would ever want to look at me. I'm a horrible person and I deserve to die in the most horrendously slowest way possible. I jumped onto my feet and ran through the corridors and up the stairs into the pack house, I ran past all the people that I called my family who laughed and pointed at me. I ran up to my room and slammed the door shut.

"Fuck." I pressed my back against the door and slid down until I was sitting against the door with my knees up. My eyes started to became cloudy and I became drowsy then everything went black.