Page 2 of Their Scarred Mate
Where a man was, now stood a giant black wolf.And fear spiked, making her trip and fall.
“I’d run if I were you,” chanted a male voice nearby, cackling with delight.The sound of the voice woke her up and turning, she managed to get on her feet and ran like a bat out of hell.
“There’s no place for you to go, little rabbit,” chanted the same bodiless voice.Taunting.Provoking.
She ran, not knowing where to go, not feeling the pebbles and branches that cut through her feet, despair filling the air.
The hunt was over very quickly.One minute she was catching her breath, the next she was projected to the ground, a massive force weighing on her back.She was so terrified that she couldn’t move.He was licking her neck, as if tasting her.Soft sobs ran through her body, feeling the claws on her back sink in further.
The moon was high in the sky, full and round, casting her glow below, indifferent to her.
She felt more than she heard the wolf recede to the figure of man.The paw in her back turned to a hand, securing her to the ground.
“Tonight, I will breed you, little rabbit.If you do this for me, there might yet be a chance for you to live.”
He took her on the cold, merciless ground of the forest.Unprepared for his invasion, she felt his member tear her apart, making her think she would break in two.The pain made her scream, and he slapped her hard.Her screams turned to sobs, and his hand flew to her neck, pressing until she thought she was going to pass out for lack of oxygen.
“Useless,” he muttered, grunting while rutting into her.He finished with a final grunt, but she had already passed out.
One year ago
The woman was a prisoner, like her.But unlike her, she could move freely.
She was bone tired, all hope long gone.The woman, Leda, tried to bring her comfort and some food.She was a prisoner, like herself, being used and abused, like herself, but somehow, she managed to keep on going.
Lewis had stopped coming for her.From what little Leda had told her, it seemed he had his eyes set on another girl, but now Freya could not even think of going home.Her mind had closed the past, as if it had a door, and now she couldn’t think beyond the next minute.Breathe in ...breathe out ...live for another second...
Her body was failing her.Lack of proper food, the abuse, the beatings ...she was a shell of what she had been.Lewis had put her in a cell when she failed to conceive—thank God for that!—even allowing his cousins to use her at will, except during her fertile days.Those were his, and her torment was just increasing.But in the last few days, they had forgotten her.Forgotten even to feed her, and she had no doubt she would already have died had it not been for Leda sharing her meals with her.
The other woman was also a prisoner and a slave to the retched cousins.They were as cruel as Lewis, if not more, but at least with her they had retracted their claws.Lewis was the only one who could hurt her, mark her, make her bleed.Not with Leda, though.And once again she wondered how could Leda still be alive?
But that night, Lewis came.Excitement emanated from him through every pore.Evil radiated like an aura, accompanied by joy so profound that it could only translate into victory for him and doom for someone else.
“I found her, little rabbit.My real mate.My chosen mate.Not someone as weak and pathetic as you, but someone that will carry my seed, birth my heir, and strengthen my pack.”
He was smiling so cruelly that she shivered.Numb as she was, she could not help but feel pity for his next victim.
But when he decided to take another go—‘before he said goodbye’—she closed her eyes and fled to the inside of her mind, trying to escape her body before the pain came.When claws tore at her skin, she screamed and fainted.
She never felt it when his cousins took their turn on her body.
Nine months ago
She felt as if she was floating.Voices were whispering near her bed, but she could not understand a word.She had died.Finally died and gone to wherever people go when they died.She would see her parents again.She wanted the pain to end.
A dark force was pulling her under and she surrendered willingly.
Next time, she was more aware of her surroundings.She knew now she was at a hospital, the smell of antiseptic heavy in the air.She also did not feel anything, no pain, nothing.She had not died yet.
Was that another cruelty from Lewis?To lure her into thinking she was safe so that he could break her again?
The blipping of the machine attracted attention.There was movement near her bed, and a soft voice asked, “How do you feel?Do you know where you are?”
She managed to open one eye, squinting at the brightness of the room.She did not know it yet, but her other eye was swollen shut.
“Thirsty...”she managed to croak, and a straw was inserted between her chapped lips.
“Easy, sweetie...”said the same soft voice.It was so tender that her eyes filled with tears.Maybe this wasn’t a Lewis prank after all...
