The Mark of an Alpha

Chapter 17

Even though I didn't recognize what time it was, I knew the precise moment within the day when he came. I knew the exact second he would materialize to beat me.

As the door to the tortuous room squeaked open commencing up above, I didn't even raise my head, too weak to accomplish such. His footsteps echoed across the room, as if he were a thousand miles away and the sensation of dread was brought up to the surface once more.

I didn't encompass the energy to conceal the pain to any further extent. Nor the vigour to mask my proper feelings.

That motivated him, especially in the beginning. My cries would pile up in the vacant space, bouncing off the walls simply to fade into oblivion, my countenance scrunched in pain beneath all the blood.

I had given up on Noah, in fear he would never appear. He would of have gotten to me by now, discovered my shape and saved me.

He never did.

Though because he had given up on me did not mean I had lost my anchor to him.

Ocean blue eyes. They were constantly among me, as if he, too, was close by in the room. I felt safe, reassured with them. As if somehow Noah would notice me, and somehow he would accept me.

However, similar to every occasion I allowed myself hope, reality would approach crashing down seconds later, and as his accent filled my head once again, I strictly believed it was the end, I would not survive an added beating.

I don't want you.

And he was right, he shouldn't want me. I was purely a million pieces of a broken shell, tainted and battered at every corner, why would he crave to piece me back together?

"Still not permitting your true form loose I see. Well, that's a shame since your precious little mate should be here any day now, and I do indeed need you close to snapping. So, lucky for me I get to have some more fun with you."

His words were similar to an iced dagger tearing through my soul, they sent my heart into a frenzy, knowing I couldn't acquire any further pain, soon I would not make it. My chest squeezed breakably so as my Uncle mentioned Noah, and it was as if an additional wave of despair crashed it's way upon my broken body, distributing me deeper into the darkness of desolation. My uncle was stronger than I contemplated, he, too, was a wolf and that meant Noah didn't contain an advantage towards him.

My body was battered in bruises, littered in wounds, and drowned in blood. Each fresh cut was wounded over an older one, each new bruise intensified from beneath, there was no spotless element on my body left to damage. I did not believe I would be capable to recover if I received the opportunity.

My thoughts captivated my awareness for too long because before I was attentive a searing pain entered my forearm, my cry echoed all the way through the room for no one to hear. Whilst my head hung lifelessly downwards I gritted my teeth as my yell shrunk to a minimal, my fists clenched in an effort to restrain the torment. Blood oozed along my arm into my palm. My vision soon became hazy from blood loss, the lack of liquid escaping my wounds proved just that.

"Ah, yes, your screams are like a melody to my ears-a story for only I. Let's see how long you will sing to me before your true form interrupts." My Uncle had taken on a foolish attribute, or maybe he'd always been that bad, but there was something about him, something more wild shinning through his brightened eyes.

I couldn't hide the fact that every time he mentioned who I was-what I was- I felt a new emotion arise within me.

Fear.

Fear to whom I was, to what I would be converted into. The monster that I feared so greatly in my Uncle, was in me, too. Would I turn out to be like him as soon as I changed? Or would I grow distant and more anxious from the world, in fear that I would be exposed? And what about Noah? Would he see me as a new threat, or hold me accountable for tampering with him and his pack? Did he know? Or would this be as much as a shock to him as it was too I?