SCARS OF BETRAYAL

MIRANDA’S POV “Did I or did I not tell you not to leave this room?” he asked me as he slapped me and I flew to the other side of the room that had now lost its beauty due to all the blood that was on the walls. How can a mate be so cruel? I was always told that the day I found my mate would be the day that I finally forgot that I lost my parents and yet here I was being abused by the very person that was meant to make everything go away. I didn’t blame him though. I blamed our wolf community for raising my hopes and making me think that having a mate would change my life and make all the loneliness go away. All the female wolves were brought up to depend on the male wolves for happiness and I didn’t have a problem with that setup until now. Had I known that I would be mated to the ruthless Alpha prince I would have never set out to find my mate. My horror story began when I finally got hired in the palace to serve as an Omega, I had never worked in my life but the job had a lot of advantages. Not only did I have the chance of making friends and finding my mate but the job also offered me a place to stay. I had heard stories about the prince and how he mistreated the workers but I convinced myself that If I kept my head down and remained in the kitchen he would never have reason to abuse me. But I was so wrong... I was asked to serve the day I met the prince and although he managed to hide it from everyone that I was his mate, I felt it. I was so happy to finally be alone with him so that I could hear what his plans for us were. But there were no plans for us there were only plans for me. Ever since that day, I have been kept in the guest bedroom locked up like I was some kind of prisoner or rogue. He had never even once touched me contrary to what I believed would happen once we found each other. I thought we would never be able to keep our hands off each other but it was quite opposite. The only time he touched me was when he felt like I deserved some kind of discipline for something he imagined I did wrong. My punishments often depended on the mood he was in, sometimes I would be tied to a tree deep in the forest and I suspect he was hoping some wild animal would come and consume me in the middle of the night because whenever he picked me up the following day he would be in a worse mood than before. Whenever I spoke to him he would act like the sound of my high-pitched innocent voice was making his ears bleed. Other times my punishments would include me being not fed for days on end, he would make me sit and watch him and his girlfriend eat every day. I could do nothing but do as I was told because if I didn’t that resulted in more cruel beatings. But none of those punishments compared to him forcing me to watch him make love to her, at first my wolf would go so crazy and I would turn and threaten to break the golden chains that he was using to keep me tied up but I couldn’t. Nowadays I just looked away and pretended I couldn’t hear them as they grouped and squeezed each other. Today the reason for this cruel beating was the fact that I had left the room to get some air on the balcony. Nobody saw me but the mere fact that someone could have driven Tomas crazy. He didn’t want anyone seeing me here or even noticing he was keeping me, prisoner, I often asked him what his plans for me were if he wasn’t planning on accepting me, and my questions were often met but blank stares and sometimes he would punch me in the face and knock me right out. “I just needed some air Tomas,” I said as I cowered into a corner “And what makes you think you even deserve fresh air? Are you trying to get me in trouble with my parents?” he barked and I frantically shook my head afraid of his next blow. I had endured a lot of beating from my mate and my body was covered in nothing but scars. I just wanted to die but he refused to do me even that small favor. “When I say stay in this room you do just that, do you hear me, Miranda? Why can’t you follow simple instructions, do you enjoy it when I beat you like this?” he asked as he sat on the bed as if he regretted his actions and behavior towards me. Even the bed was not made, and that was because no one was allowed in this room. The only person I had seen for the past five months was Tomas; he would bring me food and water once in a while when he felt kind. Although I had begun to realize that whenever he did that it was his wolf that would be in control. “I promise I won’t do it again” I whispered and he let out a tired sign “No food for you this week,” he said “But Tomas, I haven’t even eaten in three days please I promise I won’t do it again” I begged “Well that’s too bad Miranda, you should have thought of that before you went hunting for fresh air,” he said arrogantly, could he not see that I was now just bones on skin. It’s no wonder he was not attracted to me. I was no longer my late father’s snow-white with pink lips, my blonde hair had been stained me some mud from all the times I had been left in the forest, my skin had lost its shine and my lips were scarred and the pink in them just looked like some discolored blood. Why did he have to treat me like this? Why not just dispose of me if he didn’t want me?