The Lycan's Origin Series: The 1st Lycan Alpha

Chapter Three

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Aurora's POV

Trees whip by me and my lungs constrict as they try to pull in enough oxygen to propel me forward, whilst my legs protest in hot searing pain, but I can't stop! I have to run faster there's no other choice!

Terror drives me onward, the possibility of being caught fueling my inner most primal instincts, to survive. He'll kill me!

My heart falters with the heavy sound of fast-approaching footsteps.

OH GOD HELP ME!

I try to scream out in terror, in frustration. Try to cry out for help in a desperate attempt, but my voice evades me. I give it my all to run at full speed, although it feels as if I'm running through quicksand.

And not a second later that all to familiar weight comes barreling into me, smashing me to the ground, and pinning me down, suffocating me once more. Silencing me forever.

"That's right, be my good little girl," He breathes into my ear.

"NOOOOO!" I scream in horrendous alarm, flailing off the side of the bed.

"Uuughh," I groan, grabbing at my covers to help pull me back up. I feel like a bag of tossed meat that's gone through the meat grinder.

"Ssss, oww." My head is pounding, sighing I look toward the nightstand. The clock blares 6:08 in glaring red digital numbers.

A knot forms in my throat and tears stream down my cheeks when I remember the events of yesterday, unable to escape even in my dreams. I want to curl into a ball and go back to sleep. I don't want to feel this way, my body aches, my head hurts...my soul is in constant agony with no relief in sight.

And for a while I let the grief get the best of me, rocking back and forth with a pillow over my face to stifle the sobs.

The images of Black assaulting me come sharply to mind. The repugnant feeling of him inside of me, using me as if I was not a person but a tool. Like I didn't matter as a human being. My heart aches fiercely as I see the look of satisfaction on his face when he-

"STOP, STOP, Stoooopp!" I shout grabbing at my hair and jumping up.

In a panicked rush, I put on clothes while simultaneously hyperventilating, and grab my car keys. I don't want to think about having a part of him still inside me. The thought makes my insides curl up.

"No, no, no, no, no," I say fighting off another panic attack.

I run down the stairs quickly almost crashing into my mom on the way down.

"Mooom," I pathetically moan with a tremble in my voice sounding like a lost child when she stops to look at me, and I mean really look at me for the first time in years. I expect her to hug me when she looks at me with surprised horror, to comfort me, but she doesn't. As quickly as the look crosses her face, it's gone and back to that expressionless gaze I grew up with.

She passes right by me without a word. With a trembling breath that comes out as a whimper, I rush out the front door before I can break down. I make it to my car before the ugly cries come out and in a fit of frustration, my fists go flying over the steering wheel, beating it over and over again.

I'm so alone. How could she not care about me?! WHY doesn't she care about me!!!!? The thought ricochets through me shattering my already fragile state of mind further.