Page 41 of Her Destined Alpha
His words refused to leave my mind, as did the way he pulled me close. I took a deep breath, feeling the painful tug in my chest as I pulled on my powers without realising.Breathe, Del…
His touch still lingered on my body, but… I didn’t hate it. It wasn’t the first time I had seen desire in a man’s eyes for me, but unlike those times, it didn’t disgust me. But it should. It should disgust me.
I closed my eyes, letting myself fall deep into my past…
“Ah, look, Dawson, the bitch thought she’d try to look pretty,” Amoria laughed.
I froze on the steps. It was my twelfth birthday; I had braided my hair and put on my cleanest clothes. They were still battered and frayed, but they were better than the others.Please not today…
“What’s the occasion you little bitch?” Dawson scoffed.
“It’s my birthday,” I answered quietly, trying to control my anger and hurt. He came over, grabbing me by my hair and dragging me down the rest of the stairs before throwing me to the ground. Amoria laughed.
“She actually thought that would matter?” she mocked scornfully. “Stupid bitch!”
I gasped when she whispered a spell, dousing me in scalding water. My eyes burned, my own power wrapping around me as I protected myself. That made them both hesitate.
“You dare try to evade a punishment,” Dawson whispered, hatred blazing in his eyes.
“Well, I think we need to tell Dad she needs a stronger sealing spell,” Amoria said coldly.
“Let me do this the old-fashioned way,” Dawson said. “Keep watch, Amoria.”
“Sure,” she replied. My stomach twisted with fear and dread as Dawson yanked me up by my hair and dragged me into the nearest room.
“I’m sorry! I won’t-”
I hated him. I hated being alone with him. Something changed, and it made me uncomfortable.
I should have let Amoria do what she wanted…
Fear consumed me. I prayed to Hecate to protect me, for my creator would surely love me a little? She’d protect me, right?
“Too late for that,” he said, shutting the door behind him and looking down at me.
There it was; the weird way his eyes trailed over me. I shuddered as I wrapped my arms around myself, curling into a foetal position.
“I’m sorry,” I pleaded. He crouched down, a disgusting smirk crossing his lips.
“You will become my plaything when you’re old enough… but if you don’t want that to come any sooner, take your punishments like a good girl,” he whispered, his hand caressing my thigh. I nodded fervently.
“I promise I’ll take my punishments.”
“Good… no sounds, no complaints… because you know I’m stronger than you.” He twisted his hand into my hair and yanked my head back. “I’ll make one condition clear to Amoria… we won’t touch this pretty face of yours because when you do become my toy, I at least need something pleasant to look at.”
His disgusting fingers ran down my cheek, but I stayed still. If I didn’t argue, he wouldn’t do anything else… I needed to get out of here fast, but how did I do that?
He stood up and kicked me roughly in the stomach, knocking me to the ground. He continued to kick every inch of me. I covered my head, biting my lip and drawing blood, not daring to make a sound. I didn’t know when he stopped because I had fallen unconscious…
A knocking sound made my eyes fly open. I gasped, my heart thundering as I realised night had fallen. What happened? Did I fall asleep? I wasn’t sure… but I was no longer on the floor either. I was on the bed, and my shoes had been removed.
The door opened and Rayhan stood there, looking as handsome as ever. I hated how I noticed that. He leaned his arm on the door frame as he looked at me.
“Hey, you okay? You were asleep on the floor a few hours ago,” he asked, concerned, and walked over. His hand touched my forehead, and my stomach knotted as I stared up at him. His gaze fell on my lips before he quickly moved back, looking away. “You don’t have a temperature,” he said, running his fingers through his curls. He looked so sexy like that.
“About work. I’ll start tomorrow,” I stated. I didn’t want to be stuck in this place with him for two entire weeks.
“Great,” he said, giving me that dazzling smirk of his.Okay, that’s suspicious... Why isn’t he disappointed?
