Book 1 in The Royal Moon series - Arrogant, rude, and violent, sums up all the characteristics of King Alexander Black. One nite out, drunk and wolf-less changes her life, forever.
The Ripper King meats a broken she-wolf and two worlds collid...
The light flickered in the darkness- the stars hidden behind the gloomy clouds.
Somehow, the darkness around me reflected my inner being. I watched as thick, red blood dripped from my thigh- I tried to block out the constant insults. Still- they stayed.
"You'll never be anything,"
"We own you, bitch."
"Grow up, and stop crying."
"No wonder your 'parents' threw you away."
"Pathetic little girl."
"Stupid slut."
Somehow, no matter how hard I try- her words were engraved in my mind. Forever.
My body throbbed in pain, my heart clenched in anticipation- until my mind started to play the disturbing memories, again.
However, all the insults and emotional pain- are somehow worse than the physical abuse of the man I call father.
My body was a work of his art- cracked pelvis, broken ribs, broken arm, sprained ankle, bruises, cuts, and burns.
The physical pain had no weight against her poisonous words- they ate me from the inside- they consumed my very existence. Like a starved demon in the mind of a sane person- it scratched within me- begging me to end it.
My hands trembled as I try to hold onto the blade- tears silently escaped my eyes. I tried- to stop them- I tried to keep my emotions to myself.
However, as I watched the blade cut through my skin- I finally engraved the last letter, a prominent S on my thigh.
The blade fell from my hand as I looked at the new word- blood started to flow from the last letter- the pain seemed to extract the worthlessness I felt inside.
Blood oozed out of the letters, traveling down my leg. Each droplet was an escape from the pain that seethed within my heart.
There is no measurement for pain- no pain can overpower the other. However, the pain from the wound seemed to heal the pain I had in my heart. At ten years old, I felt like the word carved on my thigh. Worthless.
Maybe, this is why she called me worthless? It's what I am.
I am worthless.
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