Chapter 2

Chapter 2

                              

POV of Bella            

             

             The first time I ever experienced this kind of guilt was when my now-deceased father repeatedly reminded me that I was to blame for my mother's passing. All of the pack members made an effort to tease me about how my father's death was my fault after she died giving birth to me.

It has been weeks since Alpha Titan's neck was severed, killing him, and weeks since I was forced to grieve outside on the public grounds. It has also been weeks since I beat myself up and grew distant from everyone, including Amara and Hera.

Hera was also in a lamentable mood. She had resented him for putting us through so much, but he was still our father, and she was saddened by his passing.

Amara had no idea what was happening and didn't care that her grandfather had passed away. She just knew that she had a deceased grandma; he had been an absolute stranger to her and hardly even remembered her name.

After throwing away the delectable pancakes I had made, the pack members suddenly declared that they wanted British meat pies and scones, leaving my fingers numb from the continuous kneading of the flour. They lost out, but I would still get the pancakes for my daughter and I to eat later.

I made an effort to keep my thoughts on perfecting the dough and avoid allowing sadness and grief get in the way.

When I took my hands off the dough and looked at the cooker, I discovered that the meat pie filling I had been making was on fire. I turned off the cooker quickly, grabbed up the hot pot in a panic, got my hands scorched, and dropped the pot right away. It clanked to the ground and its contents dropped to the ground.

My face landed on a scorched pot when I collapsed after receiving a hard knock to the back of my head. I shouted in pain as my face burned.

Searing anguish was felt.

, "You bitch!" "What the fuck is wrong with you?" a hand grabbed my hair and pulled me up.

It was Nora, the Beta's partner. Another person who made an attempt to make my life miserable and whose harshness seemed to have grown worse with pregnancy.

What else are you good at, except spreading your legs? "Burning meat pie fillings?" she hissed.

Nora, let me go. My attempts to pry her hands away from me failed despite my best efforts. My flesh had burned as she slapped me across the face once again.

"How dare you speak to me in such a manner?!" "Do you know how expensive food is?" she yelled. Oh no, you don't? she exclaimed with a dry laugh. You are so terrible you can't afford stuff!" "Wait until the Alpha hears of how you wasted and burned food," she advised me. She shoved me, and I fell on the ground on top of the filling that had spilt.

Allow me to handle this sassy! Hera hissed.

No, Hera! I yelled, but it was already too late. I felt her canines and claws emerge as she seized control violently.

"Stupid bitch," She let out a snarl before lunging for a frightened and startled-looking Nora.

When she was about to attack Hera's face with a claw, she was abruptly knocked off her feet.

She struck the wall, howling, and I cried in agony. I soon regained command.

A beta, Carlo was in front of me, giving me a furious look. He lifted me up as I sobbed in submission, his aura overwhelming me. His arms were around my shoulders, firmly squeezing them as his claws cut into my skin, and I could see his eyes glowering, "How dare you hurt my mate?" He booming.

"I…" A slap across my cheek cut off my speech.

Oh my God, I think I've been hurt. "She pushed me so hard, what if the baby is hurt?" I overheard Nora whimpering as if in pain.

                            

          

                

His mate's complaints and the mention of the baby appeared to inflame his rage.

"I'll take care of you before the Alpha even returns," I was then pulled out of the kitchen and outside the packhouse and taken straight to the torture facility for rouges after he said these remarks.

"Mummy…mummy…How far are you travelling? As I was being driven there, I heard Amara calling after me. "Leave her please," she pleaded as she raced away from the place where she had been playing by herself.

"Get the hell out of my way, mutt!" My toddler fell to the ground flat after being kicked by Beta Carlo, who roared.

This time, I shed many tears as I witnessed her being tormented in this manner. I was unable to comfort her and, as he took me away, I could still hear her sobs.

                He pulled me inside the box-like enclosure and shut the door with a loud crash. I was strapped to a chair and placed there. This wasn't the first time I had been here, so I wasn't worried about what punishment he would exact on me. However, because of the way his eyes gleamed with hatred, I was a little concerned about what he would actually do to me.

"After I've finished with you." You'll regret being born, he hissed. I don't think we should use the chair, he said with a sneer as he cracked his knuckles and took a long look at me. As he said, the straps were loosened. I could see shackles with chains dangling from the top bar of what looked like a high jump post as he grabbed me and took me there.

The question is, "What are you going to do?" Having a lot of anxiety, I questioned. This has never been done to me or observed by me.

"You'll notice," He remarked, and I was forced to stand underneath it. On a nearby table that also had various torture tools, he picked up some gloves.

I screamed in agony as the cuff was tightened around my right hand as he put on the gloves and picked it up. Because the cuffs were silver, I now understood why he had chosen to wear gloves. He then grinned with delight as the second hand was securely secured to the subsequent silver cuff, causing the anguish in my face to curl up. He moved over to the whips and grabbed one to start his torture.

              

             I was torn between the scorching feeling caused by the silver shackles on my hand and the whip's impact on my back, which had silver spikes implanted in it.

I choked back my screams in an effort to deny him the satisfaction, but both my suffering and his torment got worse.

I was at my wits' end.

Would you like me to? She enquired.

The blood on my back started to dry up as I felt the wounds close. Hera was assisting in my healing, and I didn't think the Beta Titan would mind since only the Alpha Titan had instructed me not to heal myself while he was punishing me.

"Have you already healed yourself?" Beta angrily yelling, Carlos said, "How dare you?" This time, though, the whip did not land on my back. "You seem unbreakable uhn?" I cried out in agony as it fell on my torso and whipped across my breast.

"I will break you!" he yelled as he approached the table carrying a syringe.

 He moved away from me and plunged the needle into my thigh, injecting the liquid within into my body. 

My body started to wane, and I could feel my limbs getting clumsy. I received the same reaction even worse when a second syringe was poked into my other leg. It was silver and wolfsbane.

My limbs were weakened and my senses became dull as the liquid entered me. I was powerless to resist; I couldn't even sense Hera. He twisted a knife in my stomach after stabbing me in the belly, which made me cry out.

"Let's see you heal yourself right now." He chuckled loudly, then reached for my thighs once more with the knife. 

He tore off a portion of my skirt and started writing on my exposed skin. I had no idea what he had written and was in too much pain to even attempt to read it.

He jabbed the knife in my thighs once more while I battled to keep my eyes open, my breathing picked up, and I felt blood streaming down my thighs.

"I don't understand why you're still in this pack," she said. He yanked my face up and grabbed my jaw, saying, "He should have gotten rid of you a long time ago."

I held back my words as I wanted to tell him so much.

"And then you dared to claim that it was his child after you had one." He snarled, "You and your useless mutt should be thrown out for the rouges to feast on." 

Tsk, tsk, tsk, he exclaimed. You pitiful little fool, together with your mutt, are something no one would want. Why don't you recognize your curse? What kind of a father has an early-rising child? Because you are a damned weakling, the moon goddess is punishing you.

"Keep my child out of this," I pleaded. She has done nothing wrong to you, I mumbled.

It's brave of you to think you can respond to my questions. "Maybe that's why you're jealous," he yelled, hitting me across the face.

 Because you have a cursed mutt for a child, that is why you want to harm my child and my mate, he drew a long line down my sides with the knife. I yelled in pain as he stabbed the knife into my sides.

"BETA Carlo, kindly ask..." I had to grovel. Please forgive me; the agony was too much for me to take.

"Oh, you can now beg," I suppose I have had enough with you, he said with a scary grin. He stated removing the handcuffs and tossing the dagger away.

I struck my head on the ground as I fell and began to cry.

"Weakling." Make sure you return to the packhouse in time to cook dinner for everyone and be by Nora's side to tend to her needs, he yelled, kicking me hard.

I felt a jolt when he exited the torture chamber and slammed the door shut. I was in a pool of blood when he departed, and I wasn't sure how I was going to escape.

           She threw the dish at me, and I dove just in time to avoid it hitting me and shattering the wall.

I'm saying, "I don't want that!" It smells fucking bad, hell, she cried. It stinks just as bad as you do.

As she continued to call me names, I shuddered in fear that the Beta would re-enter and punish me for upsetting his mate.

I was against that.

He had hurt me today, and I was still bleeding, and I hurt all over. I made it out of the torture chamber and made my way to the packhouse, where I immediately went to the kitchen to make supper while being mocked and teased by the other pack members about how I looked, why Beta didn't kill me, and how I shouldn't be putting blood in their food.

Without being hit or choked, I had successfully made their food. I also managed to flee the kitchen without getting caught by the warriors, who would have used me all night as was customary with them.

I stood now in front of Nora as she griped. She expressly requested a particular dish, which I had made, and now she was complaining that it tasted bad.

"Make me some soup right away!" I stumbled to the kitchen to make it for her after she growled. I quickly completed it and gave it to her. I waited for her to direct me while she accepted the food when she frowned at me.

I asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I…"

"Go away!"

At her words, I walked out of her room and into the kitchen. I completed the dishes and cleaned up the messes the other members of the pack had caused.

I held the pancakes I had intended to choose earlier as I made my way to the basement after finishing for the day. Since I hadn't seen Amara since leaving the torture facility, I assumed that she was probably playing with Fluffy in the basement.

I arrived at my location and entered. The object in my hands fell to the ground as a piercing yell escaped my mouth at the scene I saw.