Chapter 19- Bad mate
Isabella
I held my phone and cried bitterly, there is no need to call Violet. Even the pack healer cannot help me and there is no cure or antidote for an unfaithful mate.
He knew it
He knew what he was doing yet he didn’t give a fuck knowing his actions would bring pains to me. I curled up on the floor holding my knees like my life depended on it. It seems like he was really enjoying it, he didn’t take this long with me but tonight it was like he had decided to fuck her all night long just to torment me.
The only sound that kept me company was the moans resounding through the hallway. Those sounds began messing with my head as more blood kept gushing out of my nose and ears. I felt blood pooling in my mouth and I coughed and spat it out. I tried to drown the sounds, I pulled the pillows and placed them on my ears and also pulled the sheets above my head, burying myself in them.
But the sounds reached my ears nonetheless. I cursed my werewolf hearing sense for letting me hear the thrusts and grunts from my husband and his whore.
I heard his whore scream and they both climaxed, my head felt as if it had been just squashed by a watermelon, and just as the pain became more severe, I felt dizzy and stars swam before my eyes, my breathing became labored and I lost consciousness.
I woke up much later, lying naked on the cold floor of my bedroom smeared in my own blood. The pain was gone but the pain of betrayal stuck around. I knew he hated me but at least he should respect the bond we both shared. My wolf Sia was crying, whimpering, and traumatized she could feel the pain much more than I did
” He hates us, Bella”
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“Our mate is bad” she kept wailing
I got up and went into the lavatory and turned on the shower and slipped into the tub, though I had no strength in me I had to wash the blood off my body. I felt the claws of gloom biting into me and I didn’t have the strength to fight it off. I didn’t even have any more tears left to shed so I hurriedly took my bath, got out of the lavatory, slid into my pajamas, and went to sit on the dresser stool.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror and the image staring back at me was so pale with all her veins visible and there was deep scary puffiness around her eyes. I looked like something that was pulled out from the land of the dead.
I was so exhausted and my mind was rattled due to the horrible betrayal and pain I had just experienced. The weariness came crashing at me with full force and I let it consume me and crawled into the bed. Just as I was about to sleep, I heard a knock on the door. It wasn’t gentle kind of, it was fierce and forceful. I wanted to ignore thinking that whoever was at the door would leave but I was wrong, it became more intense.
I stood up and opened the door and it was Arden standing at the door with Lance and Malcolm dragging him to leave me alone but he was adamant. He walked into the room and I stepped back and went to sit on the bed and used my blanket to cover myself.
“Was it as good for you, as it was for me?” he said as a devious smile appeared on his lips.
I noticed that his brothers were still standing outside the door staring at me with an expression of pity but there was something else I couldn’t figure out in Malcolm’s eyes.
I was broken, it was terrible that my shame and pain were put out by the same person that was supposed to protect me. I couldn’t stand the pity expression, so I ran into the lavatory.
The next thing I heard broke me, “Keep running little ugly mate, there are more in stock for you,” And he let out a loud throaty laughter. I heard the door shut quietly, Arden was still laughing his way down the hallway.
I hated my life, I wanted to die, if only I could die for my mum to be alive then I won’t have to witness all this. I’ve had many sad moments in my life but I don’t think there was a day I really wished for death. But with Arden’s fiendish laughter still resounding in my head, I thought about taking my life.
I was considering the possibility that if I continue to live in this situation it would be far more painful and heartbreaking than dying in my own hands. I was sure no one would miss me, not even my Dad, and Arden would be excited to get rid of me and probably dance and screw someone else in my grave.
But knowing that Arden would be pleased with my death made me more determined to live, no way would I give him the pleasure and satisfaction that he wants. If he wants to kill me then he would have to do it himself. I won’t let him boast about me begging for death to take me. It’s high time I stand up for myself and stop behaving like a weakling.
I have to behave like a Luna and carry myself with more grace and show Arden that I can stand up for myself and I would also try to get involved with the pack activities. Maybe I would be allowed to train with the female warriors. So even if I decide to reject him and leave the pack then I can actually defend myself as a lone wolf.
I got out of the bathroom and went straight to bed, determined to make the best out of my life. So I threw my fluffy butterfly blanket around my body, my eyelids grew heavy and I let the tiredness take over me.