Mated ✓

Mated Alpha Male Series Book #2  i. epigraph i fear to show the real me that i will be  too real for you too hard for you too much of everything for you and never enough                         —gemma troy ii. foreword Humans were never treated like royalty.      At least not in such remote places where technologies are usually not welcomed by people unless you have the money to purchase one yourself. It was the type of a small town where people are always so obsessed with new and modern inventions, but their judgments are always clouded by those who have them. Even with power and money, a human just doesn’t usually bow and respect other humans in such places.     To them, they will not bow until you have a crown and a throne presented for you. The mere thought that a human would bow to another would be a shameful thing.      Not until Dexter Bronze’s family moved in their town.     As the man claimed on saving his wife to the hands of such vile, horrid creatures in which he calls werewolves, he gains the trust and respect of every human who ever heard of him. Everyone did not even question the existence of the said creature, for he varied proofs only by his tongue. For his wife was beautiful, it was not a surprise that his daughter was such a beautiful as her mother.     Everybody saw Rean, his beautiful daughter, as the lucky girl that ever lived in their humble town. Living in a well-respected and wealthy family, she has to be showered with nothing but luxury and fame. All things were served to her in a silver platter. She was envied, extremely envied.     “No please!” she begged, her eyes drenched in nothing but tears as she backed away. Dexter saw nothing but rage as he sprinted towards the woman and grabbed her face, pulling her face upwards to cast some sting on the cheeks.     He snarled, eyes nothing but dangerous. “What did I f*****g said!”     “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Her words were nothing but repeated.      The very sound of her cries was always nothing but transparent to everyone as he was always quick to throw everyone out whenever he got drunk. Dexter knew his actions whenever he was in the control of alcohol but he never stopped. Instead of having workers realized that he was an abusive father to the daughter he claimed to love, he just gave them free hours to play outside whenever he's not sober.     Nobody ever heard her cries.     Nobody ever heard her screams for help.     Nobody ever did.     That's why she found herself from stopping the need to ask for anyone's help. Not only by that, but she was scared that if another person found out... she was scared that her father will kill whoever that person is. She never wanted to see another sight of another person being shot at.     She has her days where her father let her live in nothing but that sight and it haunted her life. Enough that she barely had enough sleep.      Despite her cheeks being smooched together but his rough, calloused fingers, she had managed to apologize while sobbing through her cries. She has not even done anything but whenever so-called of a father was drunk with nothing but alcohol inside his stomach, he would always see her as nothing but his toy to abuse with.     Her cries hardly ever work.     The man never saw her as a daughter inside their home. Whenever someone would see them outside, he was a caring father. He would abide to whatever she wanted—despite her not having to another one—and he would be quoted as someone who had raised such a proper girl.     Dexter Bronze had got everything he wanted, and more.     He lived by the appreciation of the people and Rean was nothing but a toy for him to dangle into people, letting them all live with the stories that he had spread around.      If people only knew the man that that they were praising, everybody would be nothing but horrified. To see what is going on inside the damn house that everybody wanted to live in, she knew that everyone would race out of the door and curse her father.      Behind the eye of every people, she was abused and mistreated. Never did she feel safe in the house that they envied or enjoy the life that sees is nothing but luxury. She was enslaved, stripped down from her entity—all by the doings of her own father.     People see her as a beautiful being but she only saw herself as a wrecked girl.      Nothing but a girl who is completely destroyed and corrupted by her own father.      “You are f*****g useless!” He spat, throwing her back down to the ground as he slammed her door shut.     Rean could hear him bolting her door from outside, already knowing that he was locking her out without a portion of food in bay. Not that she got enough, anyway. With her cheeks sporting another bruise, she cried on the floor and looked at the sight of the full moon. Her mother used to tell her stories about the moon. She used to tell her stories about a Moon Goddess who help people despite their situation.     Despite her usual series of help, she found another hope.     “Please, please,” she whispered, her eyes closing in on the moon, “Please save me, Moon Goddess.”