I lay still, sore. That bastard. How could he be so heartless? I couldn't feel my legs, I'm exhausted as hell. I couldn't even move a muscle.
The soft mattress pressed into my spine like it was trying to etch something permanent into my skin. It's cold and felt unreal. My life dramatically changed within two days after the betrayal
My breath dragged in shallow gasps, and every inhale felt like a slap, the thing I treasured the most was stolen from me, against my will. Tears from my eyes.
The man hovered above me, his silhouette blocking out the light coming from the window, his chest rising evenly. He had no shame and remorse. He didn't look at me like he'd done something wrong, because to him, he hadn't.
In his world, he'd claimed me, owning me, he spent a fortune on me.He was a beast in a man's body.
My wrists burned where he'd held me down. I didn't need a mirror to know the bruises were already forming. I didn't want to cry, not because it made me look weak, but because it would mean he'd gotten more than just my body. It would mean he'd taken my dignity.
He turned away finally, like I was just another task checked off his list. Just another conquest. His voice was low, bored, and casual.
"You'll stay here. Someone will come and tend to your needs," Keeran said as he fixed his necktie. He then looked at me and said, "try holding my seed for a longer time, maybe that will get you pregnant soon."
And with that, he left.
I didn't answer. I was seething in anger. I wanted to slap him but I knew that would be futile. Everything about him was huge.
My throat was a warzone. The words were there, burning, screaming, clawing to get out, but they stayed trapped.
When the door closed behind him, I stared at the ceiling, trying to remember what had happened between us. Keeran had taken me multiple times even though I said I couldn't do it anymore. But he was persistent, kept telling me that he should enjoy what he purchased.
Keeran wasn't secretly good. He was ruthless, calculated. A predator and a beast.
I rolled to my side and tried to get the robe because the bastard left me naked, sore and filthy. I needed to clean myself, maybe disinfect myself, clean it thoroughly to erase Keeran's marks on me.
Suddenly, I felt like vomiting. I forced myself to stand up despite the protest of my body. My wolf refused to heal me. She was still in pain due to River's betrayal and she's not fond of Keeran either.
I almost collapsed on the bathroom floor but thankfully I was able to vomit in the toilet bowl.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, the taste of bile and blood sharp on my tongue. My knees pulled to my chest, arms wrapped around them. Small. I had to be small. Maybe if I disappeared into myself, I wouldn't feel the aching void between my legs or the shame he left smeared on my skin.
I should hate him. I did. But there was something worse than hate clawing at me, fear. The kind that doesn't go away. The kind that makes a home in your bones. The kind that whispers: "He's not done with you yet."
I brush my teeth before I collapse on the bed again to sleep. And gods help me, I knew it was true.
I woke up around two in the afternoon. I didn't feel Keeran's presence, thanks to that. The pain numb and I pushed myself back to the bathroom and started to take a bath. By the time I was done, I saw a woman, probably the same age as me, preparing a meal on the table near my bed.
"Hi," she greeted. "I'm Cora, your Raven right? Alpha Keeran sent me here to take good care of you. He said you were not feeling well."
Not feeling well? Who's damn fault was that?
Cora seemed to look kind.
"You haven't eaten since this morning because you were sleeping. I thought you would like to eat here," she said, smiling.
I smiled back at her.
"T-thank you," I said and walked to the table, when I heard the growling of my stomach.
Cora let me eat in peace and when I'm done, I took the tray back to the kitchen.
I found her sitting on the kitchen aisle stool, reading a book. I placed the tray and dishes on the counter sink and looked at her.
It felt awkward as I just stood there and watched her. Sensing that I was looking at her, Cora put the book down.
"Seat here," she said, patting the stool next to her.
And before I knew it, we started talking.
Cora was Keeran's cousin. She was a pack doctor and immediately we clicked in and our conversation started and I felt comfortable with her.
"What? That's crazy," she said when I told her about my mate and the betrayal. "Your mate and your own sister?"
"Yeah," I said, holding back my tears. "And because of that, I got my ass drunk, kidnapped and auctioned and your Alpha, he purchased me."
Cora squeezed my hand.
"Sorry about that," she said, apologetic. "Keeran was just desperate. You know about the curse stuff? He learned that, he became what he was now. You know he was disappointed."
"Disappointed? That doesn't justify why he did all this stuff with me," I said tears starting to fill my eyes.
Cora squeezed my hand. I knew by the fact that she already knew what happened between Keeran and I.
She was about to say something when the door suddenly spring wide open and Keeran marched in as he loosen his tie.
"Cora, you may go," he said and Cora smiled at me before leaving. As she closed the door, my back suddenly stiffened.
Keeran unbuttoned his shirt.
"You can go to your room. I'm not in the mood to do anything," he said, sighing.
I didn't move. I just stared at him.
His brow arched, probably wondering if I understood what he said.
"I said go back to your room! Are you deaf?" He screamed and grabbed my arm.
Fear kicked in and I backed a step away from him, pulling my arm from him. And I was able to free myself, I ran inside my room and left him standing there.
"What the heck was his problem?"