Chapter 8

Diana

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains scenes of SA, violence and blood. Read at your own discretion.

Despair, the likes of which I have never known wracks through my form and I literally tremble from the force of it.

My mate’s rejection had hurt badly. It still does. But this…somehow this is worse.

Though Alpha Magnus is my mate, he is still not more than a stranger to me. His rejection hurt me because of the bond between us. But this! This is my own brother! my own twin! Born of the same womb!

Apollo’s betrayal increases the pain already in my heart, multiplying it by a thousand times. My naive heart, burdened by too much shock refuses to believe it, spiralling me into a deep dark well of denial. 

My eyes, tinged with a hint of madness and desperation continue to stare at the crack in the door. 

He will come back…

He has to…

I’m his sister, how could he truly abandon me?

He just went to get help…

Yes. Any second now, I would hear his voice shouting for people to come and I would be saved from this monster. 

Any second now…

But as the seconds tick by, torturously slowly, I hear nothing. 

He doesn’t come back. 

He doesn’t call for help. 

And just like that, he had left me to be raped.

My fiery heart slowly turns to ice. Mechanically, my head slowly turns back to Beta Mason who already has my tight jeans at my ankles. Expressionlessly, I watch as he hisses under his breath when my shoes hinder him from stripping me completely of my trousers. Forcefully bending my knees to bring my feet closer so he doesn’t have to let go of my wrists, he reaches for my trainers.

Is this it?

Am I really going to be raped by this thing?

Is my innocence going to be stolen against my will by this…this VERMIN?!

Suddenly, anger starts to well up within me and within seconds evolves into a blinding white rage which engulfs my being. 

The rage, channelling through my body fills me with a energy I never knew I was capable of. Conjuring up every single ounce of strength in my body, I buck up my torso, my head lifting off of the floor. I open my mouth wide and my jaws clamp shut as my teeth close around my target- his ear.

I bite down on the flesh of his ear with every iota of strength in my body and he screams shrilly. Letting go of my hands, he blindly rains down punches- most miss but one lands squarely against the side of my head. I groan, my vision going blurry again from the blow but through sheer willpower, I determinedly tighten my jaw, refusing to let go. And even when his disgusting blood fills my mouth and flows down my throat, I still don’t let go. 

With a muffled scream, I yank my head back, taking his bloody, fleshy lobe with me.

His hands come up to cradle his ear- or what is left of it, as he screams in agony. 

“You bitch! You fucking bitch! I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!” his voice shrill as he thrashes.

I spit out his ear and quickly scramble up, head looking around frantically for something to defend myself with. I know it would take only moments for him to be on me again.

And just as I thought, he roars seconds later and lunges for me. At that exact moment, my hand wraps around a slender object on the floor. Right before he descends on me, I blindly swing the object towards him. 

And in slow motion, like in a movie, I watch as the object approaches his face. I feel it as the object sinks into something soft and squishy. 

With rounded eyes, I stare at the fountain pen which had just lodged itself deep into his left eye. Shocked, I let go and hastily shuffle away from him, sobbing as I stare in horror at the end of the pen peeking out of his eye.

“Aaaaarrghhh!!!” he screams even louder, writhing on the ground. He flails and kicks, knocking over and breaking furniture.

“Arghhh!! My eye! My eye!! You bitch! I’ll kill you! I swear I’ll kill you!!”

At first, I’m frozen there, just staring at him in terror and shock, until my instincts kick in and I scramble to my feet. With bloody hands, I pull my jeans back up to my waist and yank down my shirt.

Sniffling, I inch away from him, making sure to give him a wide berth. Once at the door, I yank it open and dash out. 

And with the last remnants of my working brain, I slam the door behind me, effectively cutting off his screams in the well-sound-proofed room and flee.