Chapter 48


    Feeling a bit hungry. I wander into the kitchen. The sun was down now, and the day turned to night.


    The nights were the longest, so cold and empty, and that’s usually also when the most pain came. That


    horrible, heart-breaking pain that restricted my chest. My anxiety always peaked around this time,


    waiting for it to arrive Next time I speak with him, I will ask Kade to take me to the pack doctor.


    Something had to be wrong, or it wouldn’t be so frequent.


    Walking into the kitchen. I grab a cup and fill it with milk, deciding to have milk and cookies. I am too


    tired to cook, not that I had any reason to be, and the stove was temperamental and only worked when


    it wanted to. Dipping my biscuit in my milk, I bite it, the sugary sweetness makes me giddy.


    Sugar always had that effect on me. Kade said it was because I wasn’t used to having it, and after I


    annoyed him with my constant talking on the way here from the bag of clouds Gannon gave me before


    I left, he tossed them out the window and snapped at me and told me to keep quiet because he had a


    headache. I hadn’t had anything sweet since besides artificial sugar cubes in my coffee that Kade


    broughtst time he came here. He said it was a treat for being good, but it didn’t even taste like sugar


    and had a funny aftertaste.


    What if he came? Maybe I shouldn’t have anymore? I didn’t want to annoy my mate and make him


    leave, cing the half-eaten biscuit back. I would eat the other half tomorrow just in case he dide


    to see me. I hoped he would. Hoped he would have some news on Tyson, or me moving to the


    packhouse.


    I ced the open packet in the fridge and decided to quickly spring clean to burn off some energy. I fill


    the sink with water and start cleaning the kitchen. Nothing I did improved its state, though.


    The ce was falling apart. Washing my cup, I ce it on the sink upside down when I hear car tires


    again. My eyes widen with excitement, and I can’t help the stupid smile that spreads across my face.


    Pulling my hands out of the water, I quickly dry them and race to the front door, tossing it open, unable


    to contain my excitement.


    | squealed when I saw Kade’s car parked out front, and he hopped out along with two of his pack


    enforcers who I had met back at the castle. Kade climbs out, looking gorgeous in his suit, and I rush


    down the steps, almost bouncing with joy. I ran over, about to throw my arms around me. Gosh, I


    missed him.


    Only I am greeted with his fist. My head snaps back, and I clutch my face, blood spurting out of my


    nose and lip where his fist connected. Blood stains my shirt and my hands as I look at them. I am


    shocked, unable to process what just happened as Ind on my back on the gravel.


    Lifting my head, his hand reached for me before I saw the cruel sneer on his face. It was something I


    had never seen on him before. He grabs my hair, making me cry out, my neck arching back painfully.


    Kade says nothing, just rips me back toward the house; I clutch his hands, my feet slipping on the


    loose gravel as I try to stand.


    “Kade? I cried out as he dragged me across the ground and up the steps by my hair. My hair tears


    painfully from my scalp when he tosses me inside. I scream in pain when Ind on the hard floor on my


    hip. My hand’s jar as I throw them out, trying to break my fall sending


    shooting pain up my arms. Kade kicks the door shut, and my eyes widen when he turns on me again.


    “You fucking whore. Who were you with?” Kade bellows at me. I scrambled back on my hands and feet


    when he grabbed my hair again, hauling me upright.


    “What do you mean?” I shriek as he yanks me into the kitchen.


    “Whose car was here? Do you think I wouldn’t notice, wouldn’t feel your infidelity?” he screams.


    “He brought me food; it was just Gannon,” I sob, trying to get him to let go. He does, and I stumble


    back into the sink when he growls, grabbing the back of my neck and plunging my face into the water.


    choke and sputter in the dirty water. My hands grip the sides as I try desperately to pull my face out,


    only he shoves my face in harder until my cheek rests on the steel bottom. My throat burns and aches


    furiously as I begin to drown, inhaling the water and making my nose burn, but before I can, he ripped


    my head out, and I sucked in harsh ragged breaths.


    “Did you fuck him, you whore?” Kade screams in my face. I breathe harder, gasping for air. My hair and


    face are drenched, my shirt soaked, and the water in the sink stained red with my blood.


    “No, why are…?”


    But he shoves my face back in the sink, and I w and scratch at the bench top, trying to get air. Water


    sloshes onto the floor at my feet as struggle against him, only for him to rip me out at thest second


    again.


    “He brought me food, that’s all.” I choked out desperately, wondering what he was talking about. Kade


    yanks my head back, ripping open the pantry and fridge


    He snarls, reaching for me again and mming my head into the bench. Pain explodes through my


    skull, and I see ck as my head pounds to its own beat. I copse onto the floor. Blood pooled in my


    mouth as I tried to look around through my blurry vision.


    He starts ripping the canned food off the shelves, tossing them at me, and I shield my head, my body


    bing bruised and battered as he tosses them at me, the bond screaming for him to stop, and my


    heart twisting painfully in my chest. He snarls, picking up a bag of candy.


    “Did you fuck him?” Kade snarls, and I shake my head, sobbing. My hands shake as he reaches for


    me, and I put them up to shield my face.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    Blood trickles down the side of my head, from my nose and eyebrow. It stains the floor, my hands, and


    my clothes.


    “Please, Please. I didn’t do anything wrong,” I shriek when he grabs my hair again, ripping my head


    back before stuffing the candy in my mouth. I try to spit it out, choking on it. “Filthy fucking pig. You


    fucked him, didn’t you? Thought you could get away with sneaking around behind my back,” he roars in


    my face, and spittle hits my face with his enraged words.


    “You want to act like a whore? I will treat you like one,” he growls.


    Kade rips me to my feet by my hair, and he shoves me toward the door. I see my phone and


    desperately try to snatch it off the counter when he punches me in the stomach, knocking the air from


    my lungs as I double over.


    He smashes it on the floor, my phone breaking into pieces while I try to catch my breath. He kicks me


    in the stomach, and I retch. The little food I had eaten bubbles up my throat and spills onto the floor


    along with my blood.


    ck dots dance across my vision, and flecks of gold as a wave of dizziness washes through me, the


    room spinning around me violently. My blood drips on the ground from the gash on my head. Kade’s


    feet stop beside my face when hands grab me, and I am tossed over his shoulder. He kicks the door,


    sending it flying into the front of the yard, stomping down the steps toward his car.


    “Open the trunk,” he snaps at one of his men, who rushed to do his bidding. I thrash, trying to get him


    to put me down, begging and pleading with him, though it falls on deaf ears when I find myself tossed


    into the trunk, and he ms the lid shut.


    I have no idea how long he drove, but I am sent hurtling into the rear seat when he jams on the brakes.


    My heart beats erratically, filling my ears with the pounding sound of it when I hear the car doors m,


    and I suddenly can’t breathe, panic consuming me, and I try to suck in a hupped breath as the trunk


    lid opens.


    One of his warriors reaches in to grab me. I thrash, pping his hands away and kicking when he


    punches me. My head whipped to the side, and I felt my eye swell shut instantly, I groaned, dazed from


    the blow.


    “Hurry up,” Kade snarled when I felt a needle jammed in my arm. It was like someone set my veins on


    fire as the poison raged an inferno through my bloodstream. “Don’t worry, love, it won’t kill you, but you


    won’t be able to shift or heal, just a mild sedative,” Kade mocks as I peer up at him through my swollen


    eye that feels like it is ballooning out.


    The other man grabs me, tossing me over his shoulder, and I groan, feeling sick at the motion of him


    walking up steps before I am dumped onto the red carpet. I can’t even sit up, wholly paralyzed yet wide


    awake. My mind races as I try to look around, yet all I can see is a bed with red nkets in the


    distance. Attached to it are different chains and ropes, and the room smells funny. The pungent aroma


    of incense burns my nose.


    “Sit her up, and make sure she watches.’ Kade sneers when the man from before grips my shirt,


    leaning me against the wall. He grabs my head, which is now lolled forward; I notice I am dribbling


    blood and drooling down my chin. A woman walks in with barely any clothes on and blink at her.


    She has on ck lingerie, her hair is cut short in a pixie cut, and she is also wearing stilettos. “Yes,


    Alpha,” she asks, yet I notice the tremble of her fingers and the shake in her voice.


    “This is my mate, Abbie. She is being punished, so we are going to put on a show for her. Get on the


    bed, ire.” The woman gasps and spins when he motions toward me with his hand, and she stumbles


    back, her face paling.


    “Your mate?” she gasps and goes to kneel, her hands outstretched like she wants to help me when


    Kade snaps at her. “Don’t touch the slut. Now get on the bed,” kade snarls at her.


    The woman looks horrified at Kade. “But she is your mate,” the woman says, and Kade growls.


    “Are you questioning your Alpha? You remember what happenedst time you questioned me?” he


    asks, tilting his head to the side, and she whimpers, offering her neck to him and nods. “Get your


    clothes off, and get on the fucking bed,” he snaps at her. She looks over her shoulder at me. My eyes


    welled with tears when Kade started removing his own clothes.


    “If she closes her eyes, hit her,” he orders the man holding my head up. Pain ripples through every part


    of my body, and my heart is crushed to smithereens.


    Gannon was right; there was nothing wrong with me. The pain I felt now made worse because I not


    only endured it for so long, but I was also now forced to watch it as he fucked this girl right in front of


    me for hours. The pain was excruciating. I prayed for it to end. Kade climbed off the bed and walked


    over to me when he was done. Tears trek down my face when he stops in front of me.


    “Open her mouth,” kade says, and my eyes widen. I try to move but can’t; I can’t even speak. My


    tongue felt numb; I could only drool on myself. Tears burn my eyes when I feel fingertips on my chin,


    opening my already ck mouth. My eyes darted to the woman, ire, on the bed, sobbing into her


    hands when he stuffed his cock in my mouth.


    Kade grips my hair and starts thrusting it into my mouth. The taste of her coating my tongue repulses


    me as he uses my mouth before emptying himself in it. I gag as I choke on it. He then lets me go, and I


    crash to the ground in a heap, my entire body numb, even my mind, as I stare nkly at the dust


    underneath the bed, unable to lift my own head.


    I stare beneath the bed, no longer listening, going deaf to my surroundings. Closing my eyes, I pretend


    to be back in mine and Ivy’s room at the orphanage, remembering the times we wouldy on the hard


    floor gazing out the window at night sky, making pictures out of the stars,


    dreaming of what it would be like to be free. I never thought I would see the day when I would rather be


    back there than where I currently am


    Kade left me on the floor and walked out, and it took hours before I could move my hand; I brushed my


    hair behind my ear. It had been annoying me and obscuring my vision for hours and tickling my nose


    when I breathed because I couldn’t move it; however, I regained some feeling back. My fingertips brush


    the scar behind my ear, and I suck in a shaky breath. “More than my life, more than my life,” I


    repeatedly whisper to myself as I cry.


    “More than my life.


    It was all I had to hang onto, all I had left now. Because it had be startlingly clear everything he


    had told me was a lie, everything he said about Tysoning here was just to stop me telling Ivy.


    Everything I endured was for nothing and the only thing I had now was the hope I could make it back to


    Ivy, so with that I chanted it repeatedly in my head.


    “More than my Life.”


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