Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 2
Chapter 2 Almost Raped by My Father
Selene’s POV
I thought I knew darkness. I thought I knew grief. I thought I’d experienced every possible feeling on the
spectrum of emotion.
I thought wrong.
The corner of my heart where Luna used to live is now no more than a hollow void. A yawning, ck
hole that makes it impossible for the fragmented organ to beat as it once did. The rhythm isn’t any
different, the impact isn’t any weaker; I can hear its steady tempo thumping away in my chest
But I cannot feel it.
Thunder booms overhead, shaking the mountains themselves. It rolls through the sky in a violent
tempest, its near-constant crashes vibrating through my bones. I can hear rain pounding the street on
the other side of the thick rock wall at my back.
The storm began early this morning, raging on as the hours dragged by. I have not slept since Luna
left, choosing instead to lie on the hard ground and count down the final minutes of my life. Time is
moving even more slowly without her, but I know it can’t be long now.
Thear himing, his heavy footsteps thudding down the stairs at an odd, staggering pace. The door
ms open and Garrick stumbles in, reeking of alcohol.
Fearnces through my body, it is always worse when he is drunk. Sober Garrick is twisted and cruel,
but always predictable. When he drinks my father bes someone I do not recognize; I never know
what he’s going to do, or how he’s going to react.
The liquor bottle is still in his hand, waving wildly as hees toward me with a twisted leer. He can
see how broken I am, how low he’s finally brought me. There is no remorse, only glee as he pushes the
Wolfsbane into my palm.
I ept the tumbler, but I do not drink. Without taking my eyes from his, I throw it against the wall,
sending ss and poison flying. Garrick jerks his arm up with a hiss, shielding his face from the
sttering liquid.
“Have you lost your goddamn mind?” He growls, his eyes glowing amber as his wolf rises to the
surface.
I stare at him nkly, refusing to answer. He wants fear. He wants tears and screams and begging.
The more I deny him, the angrier he’ll be.
“I asked you a question!” His words are slurred and his eyes struggle to focus.
I blink hollowly, btedly realizing ss from the shattered tumbler had embedded itself in my arm.
Hot, thick blood rolls down my bare skin, and Garrick’s nostrils re as he breathes in the metallic
scent.
He stalks forward, zig-zagging slightly, until he towers over my prone form. “Think very carefully,
Selene.” He snarls. “Is this really the way you want to y it?”
I stare straight into his eyes, an outright challenge of dominance.
The Whisky bottle hits the ground in front of me, thest remaining ounces of dark brown liquid
dribbling from its mouth. My attention on the ckbel, I do not see Garrick raise his fist.
But I certainly feel it.
My body reels back, hitting the granite floor as stars dance across my vision. Garrick is kneeling over
me, pure malice painting his rough features.
This is it. My too short life is finallying to its untimely end. I’ve never seen anything of the world,
never got the chance to make anything of myself.
It isn’t fair, I wish suddenly and desperately for my mother. I want to crawl into her arms and hear her
soothing lubies, I need her to tell me it’s going to be okay, even though we both know it isn’t.
It breaks what’s left of my heart to know that Garrick is thest thing I will ever see. I didn’t want to cry, I
didn’t want to show him weakness. The huping sobs wrench from my chest without permission, and
Garrick’s shadowy face distorts into an expression of pure evil.
His pupils turn to slits, ws extending from his fingertips. I cower against the wall, mping my eyes
shut so I cannot see him lunge for me. Now that the moment is here, my resolve cracks, primal terror
enveloping me so suddenly and violently that I’m gasping for air. I don’t want to live without Luna, but I
don’t want to die either.
“I’m sorry.” I cry, “Please, I’ll drink it.”
A powerful hand circles my throat with bruising force, forcing me onto my back. I w at his fist with my
cracked and broken nails. I gasp helplessly, trying to find my voice – but Garrick has stolen it from my
lungs.
I cannot see his other hand, but I hear the clinking of his belt buckle. It takes me a moment to
recognize the sound, and then I wish I had not. He whips the leather implement from his trousers and
throws it away, snapping the end against my bare belly in the process.
A hoarse yelp escapes my lips as my mind races to catch up with Garrick’s actions. His ws dig into
the papery flesh of my neck, and a strident zip fills the air as he unfastens his pants.
Wait. A bolt of panic breaks through my consciousness as he began trying to wrench my legs apart.
This isn’t right. This isn’t what I wanted.
Garrick never gave me any clothes after I outgrew the dress I’d worn when he first imprisoned me, but
I’d never believed his motivations were scious. I figured he’d simply take any excuse to humiliate
and degrade me. Even when he began threatening me sexually, it always seemed like a means to an
end; a punishment, an incentive to behave.
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Grief had blinded me to logic, had made me believe there was nothing left for him to take. I was wrong
– there is one thing, just onest thing.
Tears stream from my bulging eyes as I kick and thrash against him. I’ve never seen a man naked, and
the hard rod of flesh between his legs looks nothing like I imagined. It seems impossiblyrge and
suddenly it is not the vition of rape that petrifies me, but the pain he will inflict tearing into my small
body.
I don’t understand how this can be happening. I reach desperately for his face, trying to scratch his
glowing eyes. With a vicious jerk Garrick smashes my head into the floor, dazing me enough for him to
temporarily release me so he can paw at my underdeveloped breasts with both hands.
His ws rip into my skin, dragging over my chest and down my stomach. I try to scream, but no sound
comes out. Garrick emits a deranged cackle, jamming his fingers between my legs and forcing them
inside me.
“No!” I just barely summon my voice, my shrieking out as a whisper. “You can’t do this, I’m your
daughter!”
Garrick freezes, a look of surprise breaking through the drunken haze of his thoughts. He blinks: once,
twice. Shaking his head, he scoffs, “You stupid girl, I’m not your father.”
It’s my turn to look confused. “What?”
He didn’t release me, but he was distracted enough to dy his assault. “Your father was some
mongrel from another pack.” Garrick snaps, “Your mother got herself knocked up by a married man and
had to flee in disgrace.” i freeze, even though I know should fight.
“I was in neutral territory when I found your mother groveling, penniless in a gutter. I saved her
worthless life and brought her here. I married her, adopted her bastard and gave her a home. She
owed me everything! And what did I get in return?” He demands, spittle flying from his fangs.
“Nothing. She never let me so much as put a finger on her! I did everything I could to prove my love but
she could never look past the fact that I’m an Omega.” He sneers at me, “You’re just like her. A vna
– but unlike her, you are mine.” He looks so crazed | fear he might transformpletely. “And you don’t
get to say no!”
He lunges toward me, covering my body with his own. Adrenaline spikes in my blood and my fingers
close around the neck of the whisky bottle by my side.
I smash the heavy gon over his head, clenching my eyes shut to protect them from the raining
shards of bloody ss. Garrick slumps over me in a heap, his weight crushing the air out of my lungs.
It takes all my strength to roll his big body off me, but I manage. I find my feet, stumbling towards the
door. My arms stretch for the familiar rectangle of light, but I hesitate at its edge.
Thest time I left this room I was a child. Now I am a woman grown; eighteen years old and no more
worldly than a grade schooler.
I know life in this basement, but I have no idea what awaits me out there. Is there a life for me out
there? Or just more pain?
There is only one way to find out.
With a deep breath and pounding heart, I run into the light.