ABUSED MATE (Slow Updates)

Chapter 4

I moved closer to comfort. My eyes are still closed but I smiled. I've never felt so comfortable and sleeping next to a warm pillow is making me feel at ease.

I went to hug the pillow tight when suddenly, I felt muscles, a broad chest and a human--not a pillow but a human. I panicked.

I shut my eyes open and I was met by those pair of dark grey eyes that seem to catch my breath whenever we stare into each other's eyes.

I sat up almost instantly and looked around. I'm inside a huge room, black and grey painted on the walls. Nothing seems clear in this room, for it's dark.

Through my peripheral vision, I observed the man--a werewolf. He's still lying, he did not even move. I moved farther and when I feel safe with the two-meter distance, thanks to this king sized bed, I turned to look at him.

I was taken aback when I found out that he's already looking at me. I pulled the blanket closer over my chest. I did not speak, I just stared at him, my heart racing as thousands of possibilities of what could have happened filled my mind.

He sat up and I noticed that he's not wearing a shirt, he's only wearing a pair of black sweatpants.

"Aren't you going to ask what happened?" His voiced boomed like a machine gun that made my heart beat even faster.

His husky voice gave me the idea that he had woken up a little earlier than I did may be. I just sighed and looked down, not bothered by his question at all.

I'm not naive to not know what could happen when a man and woman share the same bed. It's just that, I feel so pathetic right now. I'm ashamed of myself.

"You're wearing my shirt." He said. I then removed half of the blanket that's covering my body and saw that I am wrapped in a huge white shirt that felt so soft against my skin.

I'm just glad that I am not fully naked. I'm wearing an underwear and it's odd because I feel so fresh and clean if it weren't for the cuts and wounds tattooed on my skin. I cringed. I look so ugly.

I heard him sigh when I stayed silent. "Nothing happened, I just asked someone to clean you up." He declared.

But that did not take away the embarrassment I am feeling. Whether something happened or not, I am already filthy. Many hungry wolves have laid their hands on me. Their stingy arousal made me puke a thousand times. They have showed their lust on me, in front of my sister's eyes but she did nothing because it made her happy. It satisfied her whenever I felt disgusted, whenever I was hurt.

Suddenly, I just felt like crying. I can hear their laughter everywhere. My head throbbed. I stood up from the bed and went to run to the door, I desperately turned the knob when it won't open. I am trapped, with another wolf--a much powerful one.

I shook my head and helplessly sat on the floor, I brought my knees to my face and cried without a sound. I heard footsteps coming my way and I didn't make a move. It's no use. I am trapped here and running away will only worsen the situation.

"Who hurt you?" I was caught off guard with the question but I did not say anything. I did not even look at him.

"I'm asking you. Who the hell made you this way?!" I trembled in fear. His voice poisoned my ears and I am burning, he's scaring me.

I pushed myself backwards but I was stopped. His iron like hands stopped me. I just felt his hand grab my chin aggressively, forcing me to look at his eyes, his deep and taunting eyes. Tears still flowing, I sobbed silently. This is how every one wants, to see me desperately crying because of the pain they have caused me and they always get what they want.

"What are you scared of? Huh?" Unexpectedly, his voice toned down. His thumb went to brush my cheek lightly and I closed my eyes. For some reason, I felt something I have never felt before. I can sense that this wolf is an Alpha--a very powerful Alpha but I still find comfort with having him around although he scares me.

"Tell me, who hurt you?" He spoke one last time. Anger threatening to be unleashed once more. With shaky hands, I pushed him away from me, that caught him off guard.

"Please, leave me alone." I intended to shout at him but I can't do so. I feel so drained though I had a good sleep.

It's like I'm a broken phone always ready to shut down. I feel so weak. I don't know how long I have been here, I can't remember anything. All I know is that I escaped and now, I'm in a new cage.

"Don't you dare push me away! I am your Alpha!" He charged to me with a furious growl. His hand went to wrap around my neck as I struggled to breathe.

I just looked into his eyes, my hands trying to remove the chain he has put to cut the air out of my lungs. With his hand wrapped around my neck, memories ran down. This is how Klara would welcome me aside from the kicking and punching.

I feel so dead. I am just so tired of crying, even the physical pain is no longer hurting me, I'm just emotionally hurt.

"Please..." I managed to say. His pupil turned black. I can sense that his wolf is now taking over. "Please..." I cried. His eyes snapped back at me and he immediately pulled his hand.

I curled farther away from him and cried--again, in silence.

"Fine..." He said through gritted teeth. I sighed in relief when I felt him stand up.

"You don't want to speak? Fine! But don't think you'll get away next time because the next time I ask you questions, I'll make sure you'll say everything that I wanted to hear." He said, each word with a promise and before I know it, I was left alone, in his room, like a cat frightened of the dark but I'm not scared of anymore, it's the storm that I am about to witness in the hands of this Alpha that made me pray to the Moon Goddess to just kill me instead.