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Demi's pov

I had the coffee ready as soon as I could and all the while I was at it, I couldn't help but shudder all through as I could feel the anger radiating from him through the flicker of bond we shared.

I took the coffee to his office, steadying my trembling hands as I knocked, and the moment I heard him grunt for me to come in.

I wrapped my fingers around the door handle, twisted it, and gently pushed at the door letting myself in before closing it behind me.

I stood there for a moment watching him, transfixed at how amazing he looked.

He had blonde hair that was thick and lush with dark eyes that always had me captivated even if he only ever showed anger through them towards me all the time.

His head was bent over the table and he was looking at some papers and I swallowed hard at the thought of if he had accepted me.

I would have been bringing him coffee and he would welcome me with a warm smile. He would hug me like he does with Nina and drop kisses on my forehead.

"What are you standing there for?!" He barked jolting me from my reverie and I hurriedly went to his table and dropped the coffee mug on it while mumbling an apology.

He moved his hand to the cup, picked it up, and raised it to bring it to his lips and almost immediately before I could be warned, he turned the cup flinging its contents on my face.

I screamed in agony as the hot liquid blinded me scalding my skin. I fell to the ground while rubbing my face with my palms trying to calm the burning sensation. I cried out at the unbearable heat and the harsh stings on my skin. I couldn't even open my eyes.

"I told you I always want my coffee at room temperature!" I could hear his footsteps as he walked towards me while I tried to roll away, "Were you planning on burning my tongue?"

"I am sorry Alpha." I sniffed with tears rolling down my cheeks as I tried to stand up, "You wanted it immediately and-"

I stopped talking the moment I heard the clinking of metal and I squinted to see that he was removing his belt, "No!" I shook my head in despair trying to get away from him, "No, please."

"Shut the hell up before I change my mind and call the guards to take turns with you!"

I went mute in that instant and shook my head.

I knew that I couldn't take any more whippings today but I rather endure that than have the guards use me as I was still recovering and having nightmares from the last experience.

"Logan," I called his name the moment he whipped the belt free of his waist and he turned to me wide-eyed at the use of his name.

A look of shock morphed on his face as his eyes narrowed in on me presenting a deathly stare.

"What did you just call me?"

"Mate." I begged crawling towards him with my hands outstretched and I grabbed onto his leg holding at the fabric of his trousers, "Please Logan, accept or reject me. I can't do this anymore."

I looked up to see his eyes soften for a moment and he bent down to my level on the ground. I pulled back a bit wondering if he had a change of mind and he took my hand in his while I watched him in awe which was quickly wiped off as he twisted my wrist, breaking it.

I screamed.

I screamed so loud as he did the same for a second hand before kicking me aside so hard that I hit my back against the wall.

"You are a miserable pathetic omega." He said taking slow steps towards me as I writhed on the ground, "You stink! You are worthless! You are ugly and useless! You look like a corpse, how dare you address me with my first name?! How dare you hold me?! And how dare you think of me even accepting you?!"

He bent down before me and he grabbed my hair pulling my head back before slamming my face against the ground and I heard my nose crack, I felt the warm red liquid pooling gently at my nostrils.

"Stupid bitch!"

He slammed my face repeatedly against the floor, cursing as he did with his fingers tightening in my hair to strengthen his hold as he bashed my face in.

My bones cracked hear my bones cracks as he continued his assault, I could feel my skin bruising, and breaking as he hit my face against the floor repeatedly while throwing and hurling curse words at me.

By the time he released me, I couldn't feel my face, I couldn't feel myself as well.

I could hear him panting hard, he was out of breath yet I could still hear him bend to pick up his belt.

"I would make you regret why your suicide attempt didn't work the day I rejected you!"

As his words boomed across the room, I choked on my tears remembering that very day and how I had traced his scent to his room to see him mating with Nina before he cursed me out and he descended on me just like he did now, raining blows and belt lashes wherever it was he could find.

I couldn't keep back from yelling.

I shrieked, wailed, and shrieked again till I could hear tiny fists pounding at the door begging him to release me.

I could hear my brother's cries as I cried and I couldn't even assure him this time that it would be okay so I cried, I cried with him as Logan inflicted pain on me.

It didn't take time for me to hear the thudding of footsteps when he bellowed for the soldiers and soon I was hoisted in arms that I knew would soon hold me down as they forced my legs open.

I could hear their screams and curses as they talked of how bad I stunk even when they would still force me to lay with them and most importantly I could hear Harris's cries as he ran after them to follow me but they kicked him aside and took me away instead.

We got to the barn in no time, I was thrown on the hay, the dried straw scratching against my skin. The smell of horses and manure tickled my bleeding nostrils and one of them made a comment of how the barn smelt better than I did.

I closed my eyes when I heard laughter and zippers knowing what was to come.

I didn't think to fight or open my eyes when my arms were held down as if I could ever dream of fighting them off no did I resist when I felt my clothes being shifted and my legs being forced open and the force resurfaced the pain I felt from the former ordeal of the previous days.

And I didn't fight or scream when the first man started and I felt his breath on me as he used me, punishing me with painful strokes and his fingers clawed at my neck with his grunts filling my ear.

I didn't fight back, instead, I dreamt.

I escaped into my imagination and dreamt of another world where I was safe and happy.

A world with a big castle with enough food for Haris and me. A world where we didn't have to be restricted from bathing and where I wasn't whipped every other day

A world where Haris and I were happy.

And while I escaped in my dreams, I could feel the strength I had left leaving my body as the third man came on.

I could hear the distant cries of my brother as I experienced light headedness and the last thing I felt was before turned over before I gave up and gave in to darkness.

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The next thing I felt were tiny arms wrapped around me with tears wetting my skin and I opened my eyes to Haris attached to me crying. I could see that my gown was already in place and it was definitely by him, the sky was already dark indicating that it was night and there was eerie silence everywhere that was disturbed by Haris's quiet sobs.

"What time is it Haris?" I croaked through my cracked voice indicating that my throat was dry and I wondered for how long I had been out.

"It's midnight." He raised his head wiping his face with his palms as he saw that I was awake, "Everyone is asleep."

"Good." I groaned trying to sit up but my legs ached and burned and I could feel dried blood between them, "Have you had anything to eat?"

He shook his head and I tried to move my hand to touch him but I remembered from the pain I felt that my wrists had been broken and it would take a while for them to heal.

"Sis."

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?"

I heaved at that single question of his and my heart was heavy but I couldn't cry, if I did then he would and he was already stressed throughout today.

"I will be fine Haris, we will both be fine."

"Are we spending the night here?"

"Mhm mhm."

At my response, he climbed the hay curling closer to me and I moved bringing him closer with the little strength I had left.

When his skin touched mine, I could feel that he had a high temperature and I knew what that meant which caused panic surging within me.

It meant his sickness was resurfacing and it always did once in a while. It had been happening since he was born and I didn't know what to do and it wasn't like I had money to treat him.

It always started with him running temperature and then falling into a high fever coughing out and vomiting blood followed by him fainting periodically.

I didn't know what to do or whom to ask for help and I knew there was a cure somewhere just that I couldn't get a hold of it so when he was sick like that, I focused on nursing him back and praying that he wouldn't die.

And tonight, it was happening again but with my state and broken wrists, I knew I couldn't do that and so I laid there with him praying silently that this time, the symptoms would be mild even as we were sleeping on the hay outside in the cold.