Sold to the Ruthless Alpha (SLOW UPDATES)

~CHAPTER ONE~

   I opened my eyes slightly trying to adjust to the bright light surrounding me.

   Where am I?

   It took me a few minutes to remember what had happened before I passed out last night.

Flashback:

I was cleaning the kitchen counter - because I just woke up having a nightmare that stole my sleep for the rest of the night and I wanted to take my mind of it, so my first found solution was working - when I heard the front door slam shut with a little more force than usual. I knew it was my brother coming back from a night club or wherever the hell he gets drunk daily at.

   Drinking has become his habit ever since we became rogues with no value. We both took our loss differently; he drank to no limit, and I worked myself to sleep although Jake aka my brother couldn't care less if our old small house is clean or not. I don't even remember the last time he was sober enough here to notice the countable furniture scattered here and there. I bet he doesn't know what they look like.

   Do you know what the funny thing is? I can't even run to my room for safety because it has no door. Nothing can save me from his wrath.

   There is no shield in my house to protect me!

   Soon his pale face came into my line of vision, and I cowered away in fear wondering which bone in my fragile body he'll break tonight.

   "There you are." His cold voice held no emotion, as if he lost his heart. His face was drained from the playfulness it once had.

   He wasn't just my brother back those old days in the pack; he was my best friend too, and one of the closest people to my heart. But I guess things changed; his love for me vanished, his loving and caring side completely died, and so on... My love for Jake, however, will never ever change eventhough I'll never forget what he did - and still does - to me because the scars on my body will never go away, they are engraved on my body and will forever remind me of the sleepless nights I spent crying because of the pain he inflicted. I guess I am just clinging to the good memories I had with him.

   Jake was griping a glass bottle of no doubt some alcoholic poison.

   It was obvious; he was intoxicated of alcohol.

   Saying that I was scared is a super huge understatement; I was terrified of what damage his drunken state would bring me this time. He approached me with slow stalking steps, the evil smirk never leaving his dark glowed face. "J-Jake." As if this word snapped something inside him, he lost his calm facade and flung the bottle at me, narrowly missing me.

   He cussed and told me what a waste of space I am, how much he hates me and how much trouble I caused him. The broken shards of glass fell to a heap on the floor beside me and my eyes widened in fear.

   He picked the half broken bottle and before I could object, pinned me beneath his body with his weight. "STOP!!! P-Please!" He laughed at my screams as I begged him to stop. He enjoyed listening to my sobs as he traced the broken bottle down my frail arm, breaking my skin and drawing blood.

   My breath hitched, and I stopped thinking all together. I suppressed the need to vomit, and forced myself to bring my breathing down to a normal pace.

   However, I gasped when he latched into my arm harshly and hoisted me up making me feel pain I dreaded.

   "Jake!!!!" I shrieked, struggling to free my arm from his death grip while he dragged me down the stairs. I couldn't.

   At the time he let go of my arm, strands of my brown hair were stuck everywhere by sweat, partially covering my flustered face. And my mouth was hanging open as I heaved for an ounce of breath. Guess where I found myself? In the small basement where the smell of blood, death and dust lingered in the air, and I was forced to cough repeatedly to get it out of my system.

   When I looked at Jake, all the blood drained from my face and I felt my heart beating furiously against my chest threatening to pop out any second. There he stood with an old baseball bat griped tightly in his hands and aimed at none other than me. Bringing forth his finger, he placed it upon his lips gesturing for me to keep my mouth shut.

   "Shhhhh! I don't want to hear your voice or else you'll die tonight. Got it?" Although his words sent shivers down my spine, I nodded my head quickly indicating that I definitely don't want to die now and bit my lower lip so tightly tasting the metallic taste of blood.

   With every passing second, his eyes seemed to grow more intense, and that evil twinkle in those green lifeless orbs seemed to sparkle in the dim light. However, in a moment of weakness, my mouth betrayed me. And a sob broke out causing the amused look on my brother's face to turn into a look of pure rage. His eyebrows furrowed angrily and before I could back up, his bat made contact with the back of my head. Dizziness consumed me and black stars danced in front of my blurred vision. All I felt was Jake dragging me once again to what I assumed was the house before darkness took over.

End of flashback

My first reflex was to straighten up, but I immediately regretted it as I felt my head throbbing painfully. I lifted my hand and placed it at the back of my head feeling something wet. Soon I realized what it is, and my heart squeezed in my chest; blood.

   My blood...

   After several failing attempts, I finally made it to the bathroom. Standing under the shower, I felt hot water dripping on my body washing my numerous scars on the way. Thoughts swam in my head making the pain ten times worse.

   I shut my eyes tightly wanting just for a second to forget my problems, my shitty life and the possibility of me never being rescued to kept on nagging at the back of my head.

   I knew this might happen, or I might even die before I find my mate. I was close to dying when Jake hit me yesterday, and I didn't know back then whether to be relieved that the pain is going to end, or scared that it's over. I'm over.

   I wrapped the towel tightly around my aching body and stepped out of the bathroom instantly missing the warmth of the water. Wincing as my worn out torn clothes made contact with my body, I stared at my shitty room with glossy eyes; broken bed, shattered mirror and non-existent wardrobe. Then I wondered what it would feel like to live in the mansion I used to live in, and have my parents and my loving brother by my side. My past memories aren't exactly crystal clear right now; some are close to clear and some are completely blur. I forgot the feeling. I wish I cherished it enough back then...

   Making my way through the house, I noticed my brother's limp body sleeping on the couch in the living room, his lips parted slightly. I stood there for a moment, my gaze roaming on his face. His features have changed so much over the past two years; you can clearly see the difference. The wrinkles around his eyes show the misery he's been through. And the smile that used to decorate his face is now gone, replaced by an evil smirk. He looks older; strands of grey hair envaded his naturally dark brown one. And the dark bags under his eyes are too obvious so it's almost impossible not to notice them.

   He looks......dead!

   But the steady rising and falling of his chest told me otherwise.

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