Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

#Chapter 2 Almost Raped by My Father

Selene’s POV

I thought I knew darkness. I thought I knew grief. I thought I’d experienced every possible feeling on the spectrum of emotion.

I thought wrong

The corner of my heart where Luna used to live is now no more than a hollow void. A yawning, black hole that makes it impossible for the fragmented organ to beat as it once did. The rhythm isn’t any different, the impact isn’t any weaker; I can hear its steady tempo thumping away in my chest

But I cannot feel it

Thunder booms overhead, shaking the mountains themselves. It rolls through the sky in a violent tempest, its near-constant crashes vibrating through my bones. I can hear rain pounding the street on the other side of the thick rock wall at my back.

The storm began early this morning, raging on as the hours dragged by. I have not slept since Luna left, choosing instead to lie on the hard ground and count down the final minutes of my life. Time is moving even more slowly without her, but I know it can’t be long now

Thear him coming, his heavy footsteps thudding down the stairs at an odd, staggering pace. The door slams open and Garrick stumbles in, reeking of alcohol.

Fear lances through my body, it is always worse when he is drunk. Sober Garrick is twisted and cruel, but always predictable. When he drinks my father becomes someone I do not recognize; I never know what he’s going to do, or how he’s going to react.

The liquor bottle is still in his hand, waving wildly as he comes toward me with a twisted leer. He can see how broken I am, how low he’s finally brought me. There is no remorse, only glee as he pushes the Wolfsbane into my palm.

I accept the tumbler, but I do not drink. Without taking my eyes from his, I throw it against the wall, sending glass and poison flying. Garrick jerks his arm up with a hiss, shielding his face from the splattering liquid.

“Have you lost your goddamn mind?” He growls, his eyes glowing amber as his wolf rises to the surface.

him blankly, refusing to answer. He wants fear. He wants tears and screams and begging. The more I deny him, the angrier he’ll

His words are

the shattered tumbler had embedded itself in my arm. Hot, thick blood rolls down my bare skin, and Garrick’s nostrils flare as

until he towers over my prone form. “Think very carefully, Selene.” He snarls. “Is this really the way you want

straight into his eyes, an outright challenge of

the ground in front of me, the last remaining ounces of dark brown liquid dribbling

certainly feel

back, hitting the granite floor as stars dance across my vision. Garrick is kneeling over me,

My too short life is finally coming to its untimely end. I’ve never seen anything of the world, never got

arms and hear her

know that Garrick is the last thing I will ever see. I didn’t want to cry, I didn’t want to show him weakness. The hiccuping sobs wrench from my chest without permission, and Garrick’s shadowy face

cannot see him lunge for me. Now that the moment is

sorry.” I cry, “Please, I’ll drink

force, forcing me onto my back. I claw at his fist with my cracked and broken nails. I gasp helplessly, trying to find my voice – but Garrick has stolen it from

then I wish I had not. He whips the leather implement from his

catch up with Garrick’s actions. His claws dig into the papery flesh of my neck, and a strident zip fills

bolt of panic breaks through my consciousness as he began trying to wrench my legs apart. This isn’t right. This isn’t what

figured he’d simply take any excuse to humiliate and degrade me. Even when he began threatening me sexually, it always seemed like a means to an end; a punishment,

made me believe there was nothing left for

as I kick and thrash against him. I’ve never seen a man naked, and the hard rod of flesh between his legs looks nothing like I imagined. It seems impossibly large and suddenly it is not the

for his face, trying to scratch his glowing eyes. With a vicious jerk Garrick smashes my head into the floor, dazing me