6. Is it real?

Beatrice's POV

The huge guy who I Iearn is Delvan grabs me by my arm pulling me up. I'm trying so hard to cover my boobs with the other arm.

“Now what should I do with you, little wolf?” He asks, towering over me, his disarranged teeth all out.

“Please don't hurt me.” I plead, tears streaming down my already puffy face.

“Shut your trap, I can't really allow you to ruin my plans. Sorry you are going to have to die tonight.” Zahra says with a huge smirk on her face. “Delvan take care of it, I don't want to witness a cockroach dying.” She says walking away. I know I'm nothing but did she have to call me a roach?

“Of course, my princess.” Delvan answers as he turns to look at me.

My arm is already hurting since he has been grabbing me so tightly that the blood flow to the arm has stopped. I wince in pain, but I know what's coming to me will be even more painful.

Why me goddess, why always me, was what Mason and that rogue did not enough? Do I have to die like this, naked, full of disgrace? What was the reason for my being then.

Painful tears stream down my eyes as I beg again, but my pleas fall on deaf ears because, the next thing I know, I'm landing on a washing machine, before sliding to the floor, hitting it with a thud. I land head first, I hear a sudden ear ringing and the sudden headache from the impact. I also bite my lower lip in the process.

“Please don't kill me, I swear I won't say a thing besides I'm just a nobody.” I plead.

“That's what excites me, darling, because no one will come looking for you. killing you is such a piece of cake .” he grins, grabbing my neck and pulling me up. I start choking, I feel life escaping me, darkness starts washing over me as my breathing becomes more laboured.

Suddenly, I'm thrown across the room, this time landing on my back, before falling down.

I cough really hard as I catch my breath.

“That's a warning darling don't run your mouth or ill rip your tiny body to pieces.” With that, he leaves the laundry room.

I curl myself in the corner, hugging my knees tightly, I almost died, tears stream down my face uncontrollably.

My body is shivering from the pain and fear. My life has always been miserable but at least I had peace, I had accepted where I was and knew I couldn't change it, but now even the little peace I had is snatched away. And all this is because of Mason, if he wasn't my mate, then everything would have been okay. I could be in the kitchen cleaning and heading to the storeroom to sleep. My routine wouldn't have changed.

I hear faint footsteps coming my way, did he come to finish what he started? Oh goddess please spare me, I know I spoke ill about you but I don't want to die.

I close my eyes really tight as I wait for the worst.

But instead, a beautiful scent hits my nostrils, every hair on my body stands erect, every cell in my body becomes active, I missed him even amidst all the chaos. I know he brings drama but I can't really help it. All I wish is for his arms to protectively embrace me, I feel so broken, besides the physical pain, my spirit is really wounded and only he can mend me. But of course that will never happen, so I resign myself for what is to come.

“There you are, I looked everywhere for you, gorgeous.” Mason storms in all drank, this is really my night drama after drama. What is the goddess trying with me? The only time he can call me that is when he is drank. “Oh no, you must be cold, I'm so sorry.” He says looking at me, he hurriedly removes his coat and covers me.

As he is helping me, his hand grazes mine and all the hatred I felt for him a while ago vanishes. I look into his eyes as he looks back at me with the same passion. He scoops me off the floor and carries me to his room. His arms protectively hold me as his warmth engulfs me. I feel so whole and protected. Even in his drunken state, he is so strong, he gently places me on his bed and covers me up with a duvet.

He kneels besides the bed, taking my palm in his, our fingers intertwine, fitting perfectly like they’ve always belonged there.

The world seems to shrink, the noise of everything outside fading away. His gentle heartbeat, steady and reassuring. Is this it goddess? Did he accept me? Tears of relief roll down my eyes. It seems like a dream.

“Hey.” His gentle voice soothes me. “Please don't cry, I apologize for what I did, please forgive me.” He says wiping off my tears. I just nod, I forgave him a while ago.

A calm warmth spreads through my chest, and a small smile tugs on my lips as he kisses me softly.

“Get some rest now, I'll be back in a short while.” He kisses my temple, lingers there for a bit before staggering out of the room. Is this even real? I want to stop him but I'm afraid so I let him leave.

The warmth and coziness take over me, the next thing I know, I'm woken up by a soft kiss on my forehead. I open my eyes and Mason is looking at me with so much love in his eyes. Is this really happening?

“Sorry I woke you beautiful, but you need to take these." He hands me some painkillers and helps me take them. He looks totally different from the man who abused me just hours ago. What made him change? Is it the bond? Or is he pretending?

"Good girl." He takes the glass from me and places it on the bedside table." Now you have to put these on I can't risk you catching a cold.” He says in a low tone which I find it so sexy. It literally arouses me. I close my thighs tightly, I don't want him noticing.

"Get changed. I'll join you in a bit." He smiles at me genuinely for the first time.

I can't believe all this is happening.