Chapter 1

Bella's POV       

The question "What is your name?" He queried. 

"Bella ." 

The question "Bella  what?" 

I am Bella Jones. 

"Good." I'm going to reject you, he hummed. 

He murmured, and my chest began to hurt sharply. 

I wanted to beg him not to and promise him that I would stop at nothing to prevent him from rejecting me. 

"And you're going to accept my denial and stop thinking about me because we'll never get together!" I don't need a partner like you because I'm an Alpha King. 

My tears increased as he said, "Stop your crying, it is fucking irritating!" I cried as he stated this. 

"Mutt, after the rejection, you're going to leave and never come back into my domain!" "Is that clear?" he cautioned. 

I gave him a nod as I watched him carry out the action I most dreaded. 

The moment the silver-laced whip touched my back, I hissed. The whip came down again, leaving a gash worse than the last, and I felt my skin slash open with a fresh wound.

Should we carry out 22? "Or twenty-two multiplied by two?" he asked, his eerie laugh sending shivers down my spine. Once more, when he brought the whip down, I shouted out in agony because I was unable to hold it in any longer. 

My cheeks hurt from the stinging sting of the tears that I had been trying to hold back.

We are meant to be friends! I fought the want to ask, "Why are you doing this?" 

Since we already have a child together, for goodness sake, I was afraid to ask this as well. I lacked the guts to add my voice to this.

When the moon goddess created us partners, I wonder what she was thinking. He clinched his teeth and knelt down beside me on the floor.

I turned to face him after he grasped my head and said, "Weak mutt!" as my own hurt green eyes met his grey ones that shone with resentment. He burped.

"You ought to have just let me take your refusal!" I spat, which I immediately regretted after taking a hard smack to the face.

Do you dare challenge your Alpha? He said in a furious tone, "Seems you have forgotten what put you in this position in the first place." And why would I have allowed you to accept my rejection, he reminded me?

 He said, "I want you to feel every pain whenever I have sex with another person," in a slightly rhetorical manner.

I mumbled, "I'm sorry," as the events that had led to this situation were still fresh in my mind. 

When I refused to make him an omelette earlier today because I was tired of being in this state and insisted that I wasn't his maid, he became enraged as usual and threatened to punish me.

I had never experienced punishment this severe, so as I sat there contemplating my sentence, I pondered what the remainder of the day and the rest of my life held in store for me.

You know I would have been friendlier if you hadn't been that ugly, weak, cursed bitch!" "And that stupid wretched father of yours, you know why he gambled you away at such a young age?" he said as he yanked my head back with such force that I could feel the strain in my skull.

His abhorrent remarks sliced into me like a real dagger, yet I remained silent.

"Because you are nothing, it is! What a waste! Useless! A blight! You are a disappointment, and I'm determined to constantly remind you of that by causing you so much suffering! You only deserve suffering.

At his words, I whimpered as more tears rolled down my cheeks. And that idiotic kid of yours.

I desperately wanted to tell him, "You're being this nasty to our child; she's ours.

"She's trash like you are! Evil and cursed!" "And you even have the guts to say that she's mine?" he questioned. 

He tightened his hold on my hair and questioned, "How do I know the little bitch is mine? Between those useless legs of yours has been every unmated male! Whore!"

His remarks, which I had been hearing ever since I gave birth to my daughter, made me cringe.

"She's yours, and you know it!" I snapped back at him with a glare, "I am no whore!"

My eyes widened as I strained to breathe as his grasp extended from my hair to my neck, gripping tightly and obstructing my airway.

"You can use that mouth of yours, right?" He scowled at me while letting his tongue trail across his lips. 

As the grasp tightened, I felt claws sticking out and piercing my skin, making my skin crawl with loathing. When his wolf came out, I washed in pure terror.

                

I'll demonstrate how to utilize that fucking mouth for you. I fell to the ground gasping for oxygen as he stood up and released his grasp on me. 

I didn't even get a chance to take a breath. He took quick action to lift me up, then carried me to the bed with big steps.

He flung me on it with a growl, and as my head hit the headboard, tears clouded my eyes. I howled in anguish.

He had no shirt on, his hands were on his belt unbuckling it, and he was grinning as usual whenever he intended to take advantage of me when I looked up at him.

As his last piece of clothing came off, I closed my eyes and began to feel his weight on me. I lay there in silence as I endured it all, tears streaming down my cheeks, likely leaving a mark from the trauma I was about to relive.

        

When I opened my eyes, I felt a gentle hand caressing my cheek. Amara appeared in front of me and glanced down at me with sad-looking green eyes. I was relieved that she caught my attention and began to resemble me more; I couldn't have imagined her like her father.

She had mud on her clothing, and her face was as filthy as she held her stuffed animal, "Fluffy."

"Mummy..." She said, "Blood." She was crying as she mentioned my wounds, and I could see it in her eyes as well.

I made an effort to sit up, but was met with pain when I did so.

I ask myself, "Where am I?" I sighed and looked about, attempting to figure out where I was, only to find that I was in the alley as I had anticipated. When he was finished, he always told the warriors to drop me off here because I always passed out.

"Sorry, mummy." She snorted and threw her arms around me, disregarding the fact that the blood on me would stain her hands and clothes.

My kid is the sole reason I am still alive and fighting, so I drew her in and gave her a firm hug. To care for her and provide her a better life, I had to be still here.

"Have you eaten, baby?" I prompted her.

"No." She shook her head and said, "I was waiting for you..." as she turned to face me.

"Okay." She was gently pulled away from me as I stood up. Once I was upright, I picked her up and walked back into the pack house.

"Whore!"

"Slut!"

"Cursed!"

"Abomination!"

I made an effort to ignore the words. Over time, I had grown accustomed to them.

As I walked past the pack members heading to my room—or should I say cubicle—they were all I could hear. Hearing these remarks over and over again made me cry every time, but I felt powerless to respond in kind or to protect myself for fear of being punished.

Take a look at her. Imagine she was our luna, one of the women sneered. She then gave a vicious chuckle and said, "I bet she's even fake mates with the Alpha, she's such a booby, no wonder she got rejected."

She was joined by others in making fun of and laughing at me, but I paid them no mind. I continued to hug Amara tightly and tried to block her ears from hearing the insults, but I knew it wouldn't work because she could hear them and frequently sought to find out what they meant.

You are not who they claim you are; you are neither a whore nor a slut; you don't deserve this; the agony is not your fault. 

I made my way into the kitchen as their voices started to fade while I tried to persuade myself not to believe what they had said.