The Lycan's Innocent Mate

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Răzbunare: Lycan's Wrath 4

23 hours later.

"I am going to teach you a real lesson for I have been far too lenient," the sharp blade plunged into my thigh as blood oozed out, "I'll show you what pain is," he promised as he begin his torture. Lying on the metal table my body was abused in a way it's horrifying to even put into words. He brutally stitched every wound he made on my body, scars that will remind me of his cruelty till the day I die.

He wouldn't care if I told him about the baby, he made that clear, the baby didn't concern him the least.

Lying there with a fever that could damn well harm my baby, a body that ached everywhere and cold that was bone chilling, I had whimpered instead of shouting for him, I could plead but that'd be of no use.

I ended up here because upon almost escaping, his guards hunted Joshua and I down, Joshua had to be saved so I took the blame, Lysander believed Joshua had caught me to return me to him. Joshua kept quiet so I was the one suffering his wrath.

If someone didn't come to save me soon this baby would be dead and I didn't want that, I wanted it to live. To have the happiness I couldnt.

I sobbed and whimpered trying to control my emotions but I couldn't, "Why," I whispered.

"Life's cruel, Avery, be a little stronger." That was Soner's voice, I sobbed harder and hysterically.

My purity ring caught my eye and I snatched it off my fingers throwing it somewhere. Should have done that when he raped me.

It clinked spinning while I shook, it was freezing.

I clutched my stomach as it growled, my baby was hungry and I could do nothing about it. I whispered a soft, "It is okay," to my baby and caressed my abdomen, this baby didn't deserve it at all. Even though all hope was lost for me, I still managed to assure myself that maybe everything will be okay.

"You're pregnant," It wasn't a question, it was a statement. "I am." My broken voice replied.

"He knows?"

"He said If I was with a pup he'd get rid of it, he doesn't,"

"He is a monster,"

"Yes."

I stared out to where Soner was slumped against the bars, "It's cold," I said to myself hugging my body.

"Can you by any chance manage to get closer to these bars, I can give you my blanket," Soner offered, I was desperate so I took my limp body towards the bars with great difficulty. Once there Soner gave me the blanket through the bars which had quiet a space. Using my arm as a pillow I layed down closer to the bars, the blanket warming me as I stroked my stomach. There was a cut in my sides but not the stomach thankfully, "Aren't you cold?" I wondered touching his arm, he looked at my hand for awhile then interlocked it with his, "I'm quiet alright," he said coolly. I squeezed his hand finding comfort in his presence.

"Im scared," I admitted, I was scared, very scared, frightened for my baby and afraid he'd harm it.

In reply his arm went through the bars to pull my waist closer as his arm slung over it, "Shhh," he scolded playfully before using the tips of his fingers to close my eyes. I sighed and soon sleep took over me.

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As she lay sleeping on the floor with another man's hand clutching hers, a fire so deep burned within his Alpha blood. Their closeness sent pangs of jealousy surging through him, for a moment even though his fury clouded his judgment, he knew he didn't have the right to feel what he felt. He had hurt her, badly. He had used her as a toy for his needs and urges, against her will. Damn well, he knew that she'd never forgive or forget for that matter.

But, he was a beast, a monster with a past far more darker than the greatest sins.

Soner, the man he was once close to, he had deliberately disobeyed him. In his heart he knew that killing his mate was one of the things on his list that begged to be made amends for. He bit back a sarcastic scoff at his own thoughts. Amends? Ha, Amends. There is no amends making for killing one's half, in this werewolf world there's none...

His wolf was a dark creature who took a mate as a possesion, a responsibility but he also harbored no feelings for her whatsoever. That part of the story was one he had the power to change by cherishing the innocent little mate of his but he chose against that.

He could not afford love.

Love, it felt so foreign in his mind, never had he ever thought about the word or anything related to it.

Nor will he ever.

Soner's arm was protective around her, how dare he? He had thought.

He stepped closer to where she lay bundled in a blanket, a cacoon of warmth. He took no time to slowly disengage Soner's arm while also unlocking their fingers, gently he swept her in his arms as she snuggled closer.

Warmth and tingles teased his heart and for a moment he stilled.

No, no, no, impossible. . .

Those rose bud lips of hers taunted him, those heavy eyelashes demanded a kiss, the soft skin she had was a caress of silk against his fingers. Bloody brilliant damning hell fire.

Was he forgetting that women like her were fragile petals ready to fall as soon as a breeze passes by.

Shaking his head he was about put his foot out the cell that a voice too familiar raced to his ears.

"Stop pretending you don't care." Soner scoffed with eyes closed upwards.

"I dont care." He responded looking his way.

"Yes and I was born two days ago," he retorted with thick sarcasm.

"I dont have time for your stupid assumptions, Soner." He gritted hissing, ready to get out and do some tending to the broken angel in his arms just to be a cruel monster to her the next day.

"Wait," he called out.