Halfbreed (BWWM)

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It was like she was underwater, dark, thick water. She couldn't climb up or swim out, but she knew she had to keep breathing for her baby.

She stumbled into the motel room before the halfbreed and just stood in front of the full-sized bed, staring at a faded picture of a yellow flower. Her head throbbed. She wanted and needed sleep.

The slamming of the door behind her made her flinch and hunch over, protecting her single focus.

The halfbreed stormed around her and walked towards the bathroom before walking right back, then back again.

She had no idea what he was doing.

"Can I sleep now?" She asked, swaying on her feet.

She watched him gnaw on his bottom lip before shrugging. "Go for it," he finally said.

She stumbled towards the bed and crawled onto the mattress, ignoring the musty smell of the duvet. The was asleep before her eyes closed.

(HB)

"Hey, wake up!"

Hanna's vision was blurred, but she could make out the soulless pools of her captor even if she was blind. He shook her again.

"I'm awake..." she mumbled.

He stared at her for a second longer. "Good," a greasy bag was pressed in her face, "feed the pup."

Hanna scrunched her nose up at the food, her head pounded too hard for her to be hungry. She turned her head away, focusing on the dusty shade of a nearby lamp.

He shrugged and moved away from her. She could hear the television turn on and the bed dip down as he took a seat on the edge.

She watched a fly buzz around the nightstand, her hand slowly rubbing her stomach.

"What's your endgame?" She finally spoke up, a little more lucid. "What's your plan?" She lifted her head to look at him and was a little unnerved to find him already looking at her. His pale face reflected the flashing screen of the television oddly.

"You're mine," he actually gave her a semi straight answer, "he took mine, so I take his, both things."

As simple as that, huh? She questioned internally.

"What if my husband didn't do whatever it is you think he did?" She asked, truly curious. "You would be doing all of this for a bigger no reason."

"He did do what I know he did." He squinted at her. "I was there. I saw the gifts. I saw the obsession. I found the body." He said emotionlessly.

Hanna slowly sat up on shaky arms. "Excuse me, if I don't believe you...you're not exactly a picture of sanity."

"You think I'm bad?" He smirked. "You don't know your husband at all, he did murder and rape a woman. I think that trumps the little beating I gave you."

"You're sick."

"People like you and your husband made me this way, mate."

Hanna stomach rolled. "Don't call me that!" She snapped.

"What mate?" He asked innocently. "You are my mate now."

"I have a mate."

"No, you have a husband." He laughed. "What good is a husband for a werewolf. Spits in the face of tradition, doesn't it?"