Surprise[Unedited]

Four

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That morning, I wake up with Tucker's arms possessively wrapped around me. I can't help but to smile at the remembrance last night. I glance around and remember the table that we broke by the hearth, the chair that I ripped to shreds and the headboard Tucker broke. Total Twilight moment, but it was perfect. I attempt to turn to Tucker but I wince in pain. I try again and a whimper escapes my lips.

Tucker shoots up looking around,"Clau! Are you ok!? Did my wolf hurt you?" he asks.

"Uh-"

Tucker rips the blankets away and looks at me. Bruises in the shapes of his hands were on my hips and stomach. Smaller bruises were on my breasts and shoulders but thats not what he was staring at. I managed to sit up enough to see the bright purple brushing on my pelvic bone.

"I fucking hurt you," he growls. "My wolf was in control too much last night," he puts his head in his hands.

"Don't worry Tuck. I'll heal-"

"IT'S NOT OK CLAUDIA!" he roars. "You need to go to the doctor for that," he gets out of bed. "We can't do this again.. No actually, we CAN'T be together at all Claudia. I knew this was a bad idea..I didn't want last night, and I..." he bites his lip. "I don't want you." he says with power behind his voice.

He grabs a blanket, ties it around his waist and leaves me in the room. My mood plummets and I can't move so I just lie there. Silent tears fall as I stare at the cealing.

He just rejected me for good, said last night was a mistake and.... What if I'm carrying his pup!?

My heart ached and my wolf whimpered as we attempted to sleep the day off. People repetitively checked on us but they couldn't get the slightest reaction. Tears streamed down my face each time the door closed as I curled myself into a tighter ball.

They tried to feed me, but I wouldn't move. I wouldn't meet the eyes of anyone around. Pain and worry circulated within the room as people came and went. At some point Benvolieo had came in and held me. My shell shattered enough to weep in his arms until I felt the need to attempt to empty the contents of my already empty stomach.

This continued weeks on end. Did he not think I fit his physical needs? Was I not pretty enough? Skinny enough? I was nibbling on food as they days passed, but my time was spent throwing it up after the maids left. I had developed bulimia, and I wasn't scared to admit it to myself. No one REALLY cared.. My own brother, my mate, wouldn't come to check on me. No one noticed my progressing sickness, but I'd simply deny it if they had. I had to keep to myself. I can't hurt if no one says anything.

I felt vulnerable. Out of control. A cold, heartless shell of a she-wolf. I was nothing without him...

I had continued my routines for another three weeks; wake up, shower, dress in baggy clothing before they saw my thinning body, eat as much as I could as they watched, remove it all from my system minutes after they left. I made sure each time that I had a small handful of something before bed to make sure I lived, but it didn't sit well.

Going on week six I took a moment to see through my haze of despair to actually look at myself. Just before my shower, I stripped and stood infront of the full length mirror. To a sane person, the sight of me wold be a horror. To myself, I wasn't perfect yet. Sure my thighs no longer touched, but I saw my obvious flaws.

I was still too big to be satisfying to him.

I ran one of my boney, small, fragile hands over my shoulder, down my sides and stopped on my obvious hip bone. I turned and had to do a second look. My abdomen was swollen with a slight bump and I couldn't help but to rest my hand on it. My eyes ran from the bump, to my still fatty thighs and calves. I had to get rid of this tummy fat. I--