My Hunted Mate novel Chapter 48

Corinna

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As I lay on the dirty mattress, fading in and out of the world around me due to the wolfsbane being pumped into my system in a regular basis, I find myself losing track of the hours and days that go by.

Each time that the wolfsbane starts to wear off, Olive appears bringing me water and small amount of bread and fruit before Josephine barges in to stick another needle in my neck.

Groggily, I push myself into a sitting position on the mattress. My entire body feels weak, too weak to fight back or attempt another escape, not that my mind has been clear enough to plan one.

Tears begin to rush out of my eyes as I place a hand on my bump. " It's okay baby, I'll get you out of here somehow. " I whisper.

A hopeless sob escapes my lips, as I peal my sweat covered hoodie from my body, folding it and placing it beside me. The side of my neck feels swollen and bruised from the constant injections, my mind begins to wander as I think about the moments of my life that have led up to this.

From being a happy, naive child, to finding out my mother was a witch, watching her slaughter members of my pack to escape my uncle and father and judging her for it, even though years later, I would find myself also killing for my survival.

Being isolated within my pack for something I had no control over, never being able to properly learn things about my own kind, being hated and only finding comfort in my father until the day his love for his own blood, turned to hate.

The pain and guilt I felt for each person I harmed or killed to protect myself, the happiness and safety I found in the friends I made along the way, only to feel the deep never ending grief of them being torn away from the world because I had put them in harms way.

As I think of all the horrible things I've done and had to endure in my life, the anxiety and fear of my child having to go through the same thing haunts me. I can't let that happen.

My thoughts are cut off as the door of the basement opens, as I clear a set of footsteps walking down the wooden stairs, I lift my head up to see Olive making her way over to me with a bowl, glass of water and an orange all set on top of a tray.

Without a word, she kneels down on the floor beside the mattress and places the tray in front of me. As I struggle to drink the soup in the bowl, she peels the skin from the orange for me.

" I don't understand why you're bringing me food, if you want me dead. " I say, my voice croaky and weak.