Kidnapped by my Mate

Chapter1

~Quick authors note~
Hey! So this is my first book, please don't criticize too much! Haha anyway I hope you guys like it and feel free to comment if something isn't right:)

Alright! Happy reading my beauts;)
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"River!"

Shit. He's awake. I had finally lay down at 10:00 but he yells my name. I quickly get up and ran downstairs to his room.

"Where the hell were you?" he asks.

"U-um I was g-getting ready to go to b-bed," I stutter out.

"Without my nighttime treat" he slurs. Great he's drunk. Again.

"Come over here" he demands.

I slowly walk over and stop a few feet from where he's sitting on his bed with an empty bottle. "What do you need father?"

"Don't you dare ask me a questions with that attitude you spoiled little brat!" he screams. Before I know it he slaps me across the face. It hurt twice as much since he was werewolf.

"I'm s-sorry," I manage to say between sobs and a few tears running down my face. He stands up and grabs my hair.

"The hell you are! Now take off your shirt!"

I start to cry but he pushes me and yells as me to obey him. Slowly I start to unbutton my sweater. Apparently I was taking too long because he comes up to me and yanks the rest open, revealing only my bra. "Please don't," I beg. It only angers him.

"Shut up!" He slaps me again and I fall on my back. He then gets ontop of me. On his bed. "Now we can do this the hard way or easy way. You choose darling." he says in a mocking sweet tone.

"Get off of me!" I scream. His hands come around my neck as he chokes me. Finally he let's go and I'm gasping for breath. Me distracted he begins to unbutton my pants leaving me in my bra and panties.

"Ah" he sighs. I can barely see through my tear filled eyes and I feel weak. He it's my hands together and ties the rope to the bed. "We're gonna have a little fun."

I close my eyes and wait for it to be over. I feel cool air as my underwear is being pulled down. Then he reaches under my back and undoes my bra. I'm cold and vulnerable. He stares at me with pleasure and mumbles my mothers name. I know I look like her and he hates it. Suddenly his fingers are touching me down there. He opens my a little and I realize his pants are undone. No no no. Not again. More bruises. More pain. He thrusts into me. It hurts. He goes harder and deeper. I hear him grunt and I can only try not to cry anymore. Finally it's over. He's done. For now. He kisses wetly me a few times up and down my chest and then rolls over to the side and unties me.

"Get out, I'm done with you." He says nonchalantly. "But be ready for next time. I won't be so nice." he smirks.

I hate him. I have to leave. There cannot be a next time! I decide that I'll plan my runaway for this weekend when he usually goes to the bar all night. And then I'll do it. I'll be free.