The Only Alpha Luna

The End of the Story

P.S Readers this part is especially gruesome so please do not read if you can't handle extreme violence. A Recap of this chapter is that it's a nightmare about the abuse that Lucy went through with her father. Lucy wakes up, wants Tom to hold her while she tries to calm herself down. She realizes the mistakes she's made by letting him go and wonders whether or not she would feel the depletion of the bond if he had rejected her. 

"Mom, don't go. Please don't go again. You know that he'll hurt me. I'm not the promised child." I scream at my Mom as she's walking towards the door. One of the only people who had ever shown me kindness in my lifetime. My Mom turned on me before she opened the door.

"I don't have a choice sweetheart, I'm pregnant. The child is not your Father's and I fear the punishment for this one will be greater. Lead our people, lead them into greatness. Don't make the same mistakes your father and I did." My mom said calmly tears running freely down her cheeks as she walked out of the door with her suitcase. I knew immediately what I had to do. Do the chores all of them, especially the ones that my Mom was supposed to do. Then I had to barricade myself in my room. Hoping, and praying that my Father wouldn't be able to open the door. What are the words for when you fear your own home?

I walked through each and everyone of the chores without thought. By now it was routine, it was a robotic and automatic action once I knew which chore I was doing. Void of emotion knowing that if I expressed any it would be sadness, guilt, and worry over the fact that my Mom had left. Remembering the last time that she didn't come homes beating I made sure to barricade myself in my small empty room in the basement. There was a mattress which would do nothing against my Father. Putting all of my faith in the door and the lock that it had I scrunched up in a ball located in the farthest left hand corner from the door.

I began crying, knowing all too well that she really wasn't coming back this time. That for the rest of my pathetic life I would be doing the bidding of my Father. I would have to follow his directions until the day he died. Or someone came up with the courage to kill him. I knew that person would not be me. How could it? I was an only child this was all I knew and if I killed him the punishment from the person who took his place would be worse. I am nothing, I have been nothing since the moment that I was born. There is no way I could do anything against an alpha.

The door bursted open, shards of wood flying all over the room. A look of anger that I had not seen before was on my father. His eyes black, telling me his wolf was in control. Maybe, just maybe I could convince his wolf that I was his child. That I was not a threat.

"Daddy please no! I didn't do anything, I did everything you asked. If you need anything else, I'll do it. I'll do it! Just ask. Please." His eyes softened for just a moment, the jet black eyes that were there were replaced with the usual blue. I continued to cry and plead hoping that he would turn around, that there would be no beating. I was wrong. There was a punch that brought two rows of teeth out of place, the pain was excruciating, yet it was the texture of the teeth in my mouth that made me uncomfortable. I spit them out on the white carpet hoping against odd that there wouldn't be a punishment for such an action.

"Let me help!" My father yelled, as he kicked me in the gut. Not sure if that was where my stomach or my ovaries were located. I hurled on the carpet, the one meal that I had eaten all over the floor on the carpet. Knowing that I would have to pick it up I tried swallowing it back down. However, that made the taste worse, and the heaving last longer. My abdomen was aching maybe I had done something to it earlier. My Father brought me to my feet by my hair pulling and tugging, punching me in the same spot. Over and over again. When I was released I heaved up nothing but the stomach acid that was used to break down my food. Since there was nothing in there to heave. It hurt there were no words to describe the amount of physical pain I was already in. The tears that stained my cheeks earlier were nothing to the ones that I was silently releasing now.