Alpha's Rogue Mate

Laura’s Point of View. I wasn't sure goodbyes were needed. I'd suffered too much from them, and my parents who don't act like one, joined them in treating me like trash. I couldn't even believe they were my parents.

"You shouldn't have been born," my father spat, and I shivered.

"I don't even know why I didn't abort you," my mother said, causing my heart to clench in pain. I was used to the insults from the pack members, yet I never expected it from them.

I could hear rumors that I didn't look like my parents, that I wasn't their real child. When they did this to me, this made me believe it.

I came to a halt when I felt pain in my heart and winced as it got worse. My head dropped of its own accord, but the screams never stopped. My heart was being stabbed, and my body was being burned. The agony was unbearable. It was excruciating, and I know the reason for this feeling. It was because my mate rejected me.

"I would never want to be mates with someone like you," he said while hitting me, laughing with his friends, enjoying seeing me this way.

I cried every day wishing I was dead, wondering why I existed in the first place. It didn't help that he was the alpha's son. He got away with whatever he did. He punished me for no reason, and he hit me with silver chains when he got extremely angry.

"I don't know why you gave me such a mate," I complained bitterly to the Moon Goddess. "Mates should be together, love and care for each other, yet you gave me a cruel male as my mate, and he rejected me. I can't live this life anymore."

I begged the Moon Goddess to take away my life. I didn't know why I existed, there was no need to exist when I suffered this way every day.

I tried living in the shadows, yet it was hard. I was the pack's scapegoat, their punching bag. It was worse when my parents and my mate who rejected me joined them.

I got down on my knees and cried because I was in so much pain. Pain… No, something worse than pain wrecked me. My legs shook beneath me, and I wasn't sure how I was holding up. My breathing became erratic, and my heart stopped beating in rhythm.

I squeezed my eyelids shut and cracked a bitter smile, releasing all of my bitterness through it. I gripped my chest, hoping to relieve the pain. I hoped it would be less painful, but it wasn't.

***

“Laura!”

I rushed immediately after I got called by the alpha's son. I didn't know what would happen today, but I just hoped he didn't do anything that'll hurt me again. He’s already rejected me.

“Yes,” I replied, my heart beating frantically.

He slapped me and I fell. Standing up, I touched my bruised cheeks, and the tears were forming in my eyes.

“When I call you, leave everything and come to me immediately. Do you understand?” he barked. I nodded fearfully. I just hope he'll stop at the slap.

“Now, crawl here.”

He moved away to the porch, I knew my knees would hurt, but I had no choice but to do what he said. He increased his punishment since he found out we were mates, immediately rejecting me, and he became crueler to me.

“Make sure you don't fall,” he said.

I crawled, wincing at the pain I felt immediately I started crawling. The burn became unbearable, the stones on the floor hurt so much. I wobbled and fell.

I quickly stood up, trying to continue the journey, but it was of no use. I could see him stalk towards me.

“He'll hurt us,” my wolf said.

“I see you don’t understand important instructions,” he said and I shook my head.

“I do. It was a mistake. I'll continue crawling!” I pleaded, hoping he'll grant mercy.

I started crawling, but he held my hair, dragging me onto the floor to the torture room.

I quivered in fear, my head throbbing with the pain I felt. My knees hurt, my body was hurting, as well from the fresh wounds I received.

“You seem to have trouble listening, I’ll help you with that,” he said.

I swallowed, my thoughts filled with the fear of what would happen. I knew he wasn't going to help in any way, he'd just make things worse than what I just received.

He made me stand, smiling maniacally. I prayed to the Moon Goddess, hoping I'll just die when he hits me. I didn't want to receive any form of pain. All I needed was a quick death.

“You, useless!” He punched me, and I yelped the sob I held coming out. “Worthless.”

He kicked me and I fell.

“You're so weak. You can't even stand straight,” he said, pulling me up through my hair. “Stupid, weak, worthless!”

He slapped me, tears spilled out from my eyes. I couldn't hold the sob. There was no need for that. He laughed, enjoying my tears, unmoved by the state I was in, enjoying the blood trickling down my knees, the slight cut from my lips.

“Now, you'll stand and receive whatever I give to you. If you fall, you'll wish you died.” He spat, and I nodded wishing I died.

It would be better. I knew he would do anything to make me fall, so he would continue whatever twisted plan he had for me.

“If you stand, then you'll be free, for today,” he said, to which I nodded.

“You would rather not fulfill what I want the most, I hope you'll fulfill this. Give me the strength to bear whatever he does and not fall,” I quickly prayed to the Moon Goddess.

My wolf was so quiet, tired of whining in pain. She couldn't stand the pain. He hit my face so hard. I almost stumbled to the floor, yet I stood my ground. He kicked me, and I wobbled, yet I still stood.

Laura’s Point of View. He punched me again. I almost fell to the ground due to the pain, yet I didn't succumb. He tried all he could, but I didn't fall. I thanked the Moon Goddess for listening to me for once.

He stepped back, frowning, realizing that I wasn't falling.

“You're no fun to hit.” He spat. I cleaned my face with shaky hands, wiping his spit away. “You think you're all that, not falling.”

He was suddenly angry that I didn't fall. I didn't know what he wanted. He gave me an instruction and I followed it, yet he got upset.

He walked close to me, raising his hands, I sighted the silver whip and the smile he had on his face.

“Harold, let's go.” I heard a voice, and he dropped the whip and turned.

I thanked whoever owned the voice, though I knew they'd join him in punishing me if they saw me. Everyone in the pack enjoyed seeing me suffer.

“Hey, man, are you forgetting the orgy we have today?”

I heard footsteps and I saw Harold's best friend Jasper, the one who gave him the creative idea for punishing me. I suddenly wished he didn't come close, but he smiled immediately after he saw me.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Harold smiled, turning to me. He glared hard for a long time.

“As much as I enjoy watching her cry, let's go,” Jasper said, and he nodded, walking out of the door.

I heaved a sigh of relief dropping to the floor when they left. My cheeks hurt, my knees hurt, everywhere did, and my wolf hurt the most.

“I hate this…” my wolf said weakly.

“I also do,” I replied, tears streaming down my eyes.

I stood up and managed to walk to the healer's place.

“Good afternoon, healer,” I said. She turned, glaring at me. I swallowed hard because no one liked me at all.

“What is so good about the afternoon, when I have to see your worthless face?”

“I'm so sorry, I'll get out of your face. I just need to get drugs for my wounds,” I pleaded.

“Why will I give you drugs?” she asked. I sighed, wincing as the air blew on my fresh wound.

“Because everyone in the pack gets treated as pack members,” I replied.

“You're smug to think you're something. You're just an outsider who lives here as a pack member. Be grateful you're alive,” she said, closing her door.

I sat on the floor, giving up. I walked to the bush that grew herbs for the drugs we used. Picking any leaf I recognized, I squeezed them on my wounds, crying as every drop from the squeezed herb touched my wound.

I stood up weakly, walking back to our house and down to my room, the basement in the house.

Staying in the basement didn't help me. He came to me very early. I shivered slightly, the wounds he gave me were not healed, my heart thumped furiously.

He leered at me, smirking as he carried the whip. I whimpered, shivering as he came closer.

He stopped in front of me, his lips curling up wickedly. The tip of the leather came closer and closer to my chest; my eyes fluttered closed, but something kept me open, a feeling of desperation was running through my body like wildfire, begging for mercy, for anything to save my life.

"Look at you, begging for mercy," he whispered, and then brought the whip down on my chest.

I screamed in agony, falling onto my knees. His voice was low, but somehow it seemed so loud and clear, it rang through my ears. I looked up at him. The smile on his face grew wider.

"You want death, don't you?"

I nodded, tears welling in my eyes. I could feel blood running down from my chest. The leather whipped again. I fell forwards, tears streaming down my face, blood soaking my clothes, dripping onto the ground.

"I won't kill you," he whispered. "That's the point, isn't it? To see if you're actually scared."

Tears were streaming down his cheeks. A small smile etched across his pale features, the scars on his face looked so much more prominent now that they were exposed. I blinked rapidly, trying to rid myself of the tears.

"I'll let you live, just this once."

His eyes darkened slightly. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I flinched. He laughed softly, his hand dropping away from me and I heard footsteps as he left. I curled up on the floor, hugging myself tight. I wanted to die.

I was going to die.

I couldn't breathe. Everything hurts everywhere. My whole torso ached, as if someone stabbed every inch of skin with a needle. My head throbbed violently as I tried to sit up, breathing heavily.

"You're awake!" A familiar voice said, and I stood up shivering in fear, it was him again.

I backed against the wall trembling, looking around frantically trying to find somewhere to run. I was trapped. I looked behind me, his feet appeared in view. My heart pounded.

He reached out and grabbed me by the back of my shirt, I struggled.

"No!" I cried.

He pulled me forward, causing the cuts on my chest to reopen slightly. I yelped in pain, but managed to get enough strength to push myself off the ground, running towards the other end of the basement.

I was going to have to escape him, though I knew it would be hard. I could hear his laughter.

Suddenly, he caught me by surprise, and I landed painfully on my backside. I tried to scramble backwards but he had already pinned me, his knee on my stomach. I gasped for air, trying to break free of his grasp.

"Stop moving!" he growled, pushing himself further into my body, trapping my legs under his. "Or I will really start hurting you."

A few minutes passed, and his grip loosened slightly, allowing me to take deep breaths. I turned my head slowly, staring at him. His eyes were cold, his teeth bared, anger radiating from him in waves. I could see the rage building within him as his hands fisted.

His grip tightened on me even tighter, and he leaned forward until our faces almost touched, his hot breath hitting my cheek. I gulped, I felt so small in front of him, so fragile. It made my stomach churn. And then all thoughts disappeared, my eyes widened.