Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate novel Chapter 2

 Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate Chapter 2

#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.

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

“I asked you a question!” His words are slurred and his eyes struggle to focus.

I blink hollowly, belatedly realizing glass from the shattered tumbler had embedded itself in my arm. Hot, thick blood rolls down my bare skin, and Garrick’s nostrils flare as he breathes in the metallic scent.

He stalks forward, zig-zagging slightly, until he towers over my prone form. “Think very carefully, Selene.” He snarls. “Is this really the way you want to play it?”

I stare straight into his eyes, an outright challenge of dominance.

The Whisky bottle hits the ground in front of me, the last remaining ounces of dark brown liquid dribbling from its mouth. My attention on the black label, I do not see Garrick raise his fist.

But I certainly feel it.

My body reels back, hitting the granite floor as stars dance across my vision. Garrick is kneeling over me, pure malice painting his rough features

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

It isn’t fair, I wish suddenly and desperately for my mother. I want to crawl into her arms and hear her soothing lullabies, I need her to tell me it’s going to be okay, even though we both know it isn’t.

It breaks what’s left of my heart to 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 distorts into an expression of pure evil.