(forgive me if the details of this chapter are a little to disturbing) ALPHA REX. “Please…please, stop .” Her cries were incessant. I was still on the same spot, rigid as if I'd grown deep roots like every other tree in these woods. However, my heart was the complete opposite as it was very much beating ferociously. My brain was just the same, registering bleakly the pain caused by digging my fingers into my palm but mainly focusing on how much time I had left before I threw the sicko off Eudora.Thirty seconds left. I recounted.“Oh, pipe down you whiny bitch! Is it because you haven’t gone into heat yet? Should I do that? Should I make you an even easier prey for the rest of the men?” He slapped her face to the side, harshly.Twenty-six seconds.She struggled with him as he finally got to pull down his pants, preparing to take her. I couldn’t tear my eyes away even if I wanted to, knowing that by the time the countdown was over, I’d be dragging him by the balls off of her.He r
EUDORA.For days after that, I drowned in one nightmare after another. And that was even the times I could close my eyes to sleep because the poor things have endured so much pain from the heaviness of being kept open for too long. But there was barely any difference being awake or asleep made because I still heard those screams. They still echoed in my head. Made it feel like a dark empty room, bouncing off its walls because there was no way out—not a door, not a window. Just a room. I still felt those hands too. They caused a Squeamish feeling to wash over me each time I thought of them and the places they’ve been on my body. I’d wash and wash and wash myself till the sponge bruised my skin and the soap caused it to sting but even that didn’t make the feeling of filth go away. I felt like dirt each time I remembered how I almost got claimed against my will. And I still saw her. Laila.Lifeless in every single image that crossed my mind.I hated it. I hated that it was the image
ALPHA REX.My neck and shoulders were stiff from sitting in the same position for hours while Leticia painted. The air was cool and silent as it has been since my return from the MoonBorn pack. I knew she had questions but she probably also knew that I wasn’t going to give her answers to them.I didn’t miss that since my return, she’s been walking on eggshells around me. It was a given, since I walked into the house at dawn, carrying a beat-up and unconscious Omega in my arms, with her nakedness covered by my shirt and while Zena’s concerned voice rang aloud, Leticia had stood there, eyes fleeting between the Omega in my arms and me. It’s been three days since then and nothing has changed. Zena was still nothing short of a raging storm around the house. If she wasn’t cussing at me, she was at the Omega’s door, knocking. And of course, the Omega has refused to show her face ever since that day. At first, I’d been worried that she was going to hurt herself if she stayed in there for
EUDORA.I was awake when someone slipped a book under my door.My first thought was that Zena hasn’t given up on me like she made it seem the last time she was here. For a brief moment, I laid there, contemplating whether to go for the book, fighting between the inquisitive and the rational part of me.In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!” It was a typical Zena thing to do but she also didn’t know what I had gone through. Isn’t that why she was at my door, day and night, requesting for answers? Did she know already? Or was it so obvious that I had gone through the hardest phase of my life? I re
ALPHA REX♣️♣️♣️Was this a dream? Or a part of a distant memory? Or a nightmare that was slowly gearing up to feel me with dread throughout the night again. I didn’t know, but one thing I was sure of was that it wasn’t from my horrific past that I hated with everything within me. This…this view in front of me, unfolding before my very eyes wasn’t from my past. And I would know that because I have never seen it before. I would know that because it was almost impossible. I would know that because I have never seen HER before whenever I laid down to sleep. Simply put, I have never seen HER in my dreams. But there she was, in the middle of a lush green field, white dress billowing around her as the wind blew around her, the flowers of the field bowing to her at the enforcement of the wind. If this was a show, her long silky hair was the star and it was the only familiar thing about this strange lady in my dreams because her hair was in two halves; black on one side and a mass of whi
EUDORA.I was awake when someone slipped a book under my door.My first thought was that Zena hasn’t given up on me like she made it seem the last time she was here. For a brief moment, I laid there, contemplating whether to go for the book, fighting between the inquisitive and the rational part of me.In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!” It was a typical Zena thing to do but she also didn’t know what I had gone through. Isn’t that why she was at my door, day and night, requesting for answers? Did she know already? Or was it so obvious that I had gone through the hardest phase of my life? I re
EUDORAI didn’t know which was faster—the way I raced to my room or the way my heart was beating. Either way, I didn’t stop till I was back in the confines of the room I’ve been in for the last three days. I paced up and down the room, now fully awake and reminiscent of how last night I’d gone. I couldn’t believe I shared the same bed with Alpha Rex and I was still alive to even think about it. I do not even remember when I closed my eyes or when I got comfortable enough to sleep.But I remembered how his whimpering was constant for more than a minute after he pulled me in with him. I remember how he gripped even tighter with each sound that left his lips, drawing me even further into his chest. I still had a distinct memory of what it had felt like with my back flushed against a chest that was all muscles. There was no inch of softness in the Alpha’s body. That alone should repel me and remind me that his body was just like his heart. Hard and dark. Yet sleep took over before I co
EUDORA.Zena hesitated after saying the first few words that will take me into her world and maybe even understand her and her relationship with her brother better.I realized I never even stopped to think about how she became blind. I just found it fascinating, how she was able to find her way around her weakness while mine has wrecked me over and over. I settled beside her on the bed, touching her arm reassuringly. To let her know that I was willing to hear her story despite myself. She continued. “I was born in my brother’s absence and then, I didn’t even know I had a brother. No one spoke of him.” It must be true then. That Alpha Rex was locked up at a really tender age for her to not have known him while growing up.“I was young but I could tell our family wasn’t perfect. I would always wake up to my father and mother arguing and as I slowly began to make sense of the world around me, I realized most of their arguments were about this brother no one has told me about.” She