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.

fear. He wants tears and screams and begging. The more I

are slurred

blink hollowly, belatedly realizing glass from the shattered tumbler had embedded itself in my arm. Hot, thick blood rolls down my bare skin, and

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

stare straight into his eyes, an outright

liquid dribbling from its mouth. My attention on the black

certainly feel

dance across my vision. Garrick is kneeling over me,

short life is finally coming to its untimely end. I’ve

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

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

clamping my eyes shut so I cannot see him lunge for me. Now that the moment is here, my resolve cracks, primal terror enveloping me so suddenly and violently that I’m gasping for air. I don’t want to

cry, “Please,

claw at his fist with my cracked

but I hear the clinking of his belt buckle. It takes me a moment to recognize the sound, and then I wish I had not. He whips the leather implement from his trousers

His claws dig into the papery flesh of my neck, and a strident zip fills the air as he

of panic breaks through my consciousness as he began trying to wrench my

salacious. I figured he’d simply take any excuse to humiliate and degrade me. Even when he began threatening me sexually, it always seemed like a

to logic, had made me believe there was nothing left for

thrash against him. I’ve never seen a man naked, and the hard rod of flesh between his legs looks nothing like I

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