The Lycan's Innocent Mate

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Răzbunare: Lycan's Offspring 3

This couldn't get more worse, life was truly joking with me, how can this be possible? For almost two weeks I gave no chance for him to bully or torture me, I had perfection in everything he did and now this small mistake will earn me another visit to his dungeons, God truly had some plans for me.

"Where the f**k are you?" He roared as flinched too scared to move or talk, I prayed for God to help me. This was not how I wanted this morning to go, he's going to rape me again and cut my flesh open, I can't stand his torture. I couldn’t escape, at this point everything was hopeless, a dead end.

I flinched as I clutched my stomach writhing in pain.

I heard the door to the room in which I was residing burst open and I knew he was here, when he walked in saw me on the floor he frowned.

"Get. Up." He said in a dead calm voice, I'd be stupid if I didn't see the storm in those grey eyes of his. Blue.

I tried to and soon I was standing against the wall. Fear coursed through me like energy waves.

"Why the f**k was the kitchen on fire?" He stepped closer.

"I...I wasn't feeling well. I was about to throw up so I...I ran to the bathroom." I convinced him.

His hands came smashing down in either side of my head, "You'll clean all that mess along with this whole goddamn house in 3 hours maximum and if you don't, you're not getting out my bed for 3 days." He whispered into my ears before walking off.

I shook badly as I stared at his retreating form, exactly who does he thinks he is? I wonder how his mate died, I have doubts she did suicide, no one could live with this monster. Poor girl.

I rinsed my mouth and freshened up, my hair was in a bun and I wore a loose shirt.

With the state I was in I hardly think I can clean this house, I am obviously sick and I won't miraculously heal at all. God, help me.

A hour later.

I stood in front of the kitchen, it was brand new again, shined brightly. Good, kitchen down. House to go

He had made a mess out of things just so it would be a burden to me, that butthole. I truly despised him. If I could just kill him.

I cleaned off downstairs sweat pouring out me as I worked like a robot, my legs ached and my hands were calloused, my eyes were drooping close and energy obviously left my body.

I thought eating something would gain me some more energy so I'll finish his task off. I went into the kitchen to fry some chicken and just as it's smell wafted the air I was again nauseous.

"Why, why, why," I moaned clutching the shelf.

I dumped everything in the waste bin and ate some biscuits and milk.

Just as I was about to do some laundry for myself the bell rang.

He never rings the bell, it's his own house. It must be someone else, who might be here? I dragged my feet to the main door and opened the door to see the elder women and a young guy. I was not sure what to do as their poker faces examined me.

"Women, you," She pointed at me, "look like shit."

Geez. Just what every girl needs to hear.

I frowned, "Joshua put the groceries in the kitchen," the lady instructed, "I'm here with your clothes, Brenda send me."

Oh.

I let them in as she showed me numerous of clothes, all my size, I hung them up, they were beautiful.

"My work here is done. Joshua will be here, keeping an eye on you, foolish move escaping by the way," She pointed giving me a disgusting look and leaving.

Well, she's not my biggest fan.

The Joshua guy clicked away on his phone as I cleaned the house, once done with the first floor I headed to the kitchen in attempt to put the grocery away. I placed out the item on the shelf as I examined them.

Cookies, vegetables, fruits, tins of God knows what, meat, drinks, beer, fruit juice, cream, sauces, spices, chocolates and many more things. Once I put them all away I went for the shopping bag, it had Mango written on it. I liked forever 21, H&m, Urban Outfitters, Topshop and others but mango? No.

I looked into see tampons, pads and some toiletries in it. Okay. Do they even sell this?

How generous of I don't know who, I absolutely forgot about these things. I wonder if this was Lysander's doing or the women? Curious to ask I went to Joshua.

I stepped into the living to see him sprawled on the couch, "Can I help you?" He looked upto see me as he knitted his eyebrows.

"Hi, I - I'm Avery, um....I was wondering if you know....who bought me that....stuff, in the....mango shopping bag?" I raised an eyebrow, was it him? My cheeks reddened at the thought.

"Alpha said you might need.....things, so I went in and bought them. Embarrassing it was, so a thank would suffice," he raised his brow suggestively.

I smiled, "Thank you."

"At your service, Luna." He winked, okay...

I couldnt help but giggle, having to talk with someone other than Lysander and that older red heels, red dress, red lipstick women was refreshing.

I went back and took the shopping bag and went up to my room, I had chosen the room farthest from Lysander's. I placed the bag on the bed and took out a Topshop black dress with mavi leggings. As a Alpha's daughter I had some previleges, expensive clothes being one of them so I had a taste, I didn't like revealing clothes though but dresses and leggings with jackets always worked.

I wondered why I hadn't had my period for like 7 days now, it was 7 days late.

I have been sick a lot lately....maybe that is why it skipped.

Vomits, nausea, dizziness.

Absolutely not, it's just my cramps are coming signs.

But when did periods got this messy?

I was pregnant. Was I ?

Life crashed down so hard, something I though about so much for a long time and almost cherished it was happening but I was dreading it? Is that what my life had become? A baby, pure innocence and pure happiness. A blissful change of life in a couple's life. Motherhood.

I couldn't bring a child into this dark world his father ruled. Not at all.

I needed to confirm it before I over thought anything.

Joshua!

I ran down the stairs and into the living room my whole body was tense. "Joshua, can you do me a favor?" I asked him as he sat up, obviously wondering about my dishevelled state. "Depends." He said skeptical.