“Pweeeze,” he mocks. “Can you talk without a stutter and just be normal for once?”
I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to control my breathing. I might die, like I might just have a heart attack from sheer fear. My heart is beating so hard in my chest. No, I will endure this.
One thing I do have is an uncanny ability to heal incredibly fast.
“I-I didn’t do anything with them.”
He scowls darkly, violence almost dripping off him.
“I don’t believe you, whore.”
“Jonas, please.”
“You just keep begging, and it’s music to my ears.”
He drops me. I land hard, my knees buckling and sending me into his arms. He throws his head back and laughs as he leans down and kisses me. I manage to turn my head at the last minute so he kisses my cheek.
“You’re going to keep resisting?”
“It’s only a few more weeks, and then it will be official. I’ll be your ma-”
“Breeder,” Jonas whispers. “Everyone is going to call you my mate, but we all know I’m only using you for a breeder and a cum-dumpster.”
“I know,” I say quietly.
“My mate is the strongest female, the alpha who can rule by my side.”
I look up, meeting his eyes for the first time. “I know what I am, and I know what my future is.”
My words seem to enrage him even more. He leans down, his lips almost on mine. I tense, trying to work out what I said wrong.
“You’ll breed the next generation, your father and your mother’s strength paired with mine. You’ll make me a stronger alpha, and with Cindel by my side, we’ll put my children everywhere.”
“You want to destroy the neighbouring packs?” I ask in captivated horror. Just imagining him ruling more than this pack is a nightmare.
“I want to rule the world.”
Fire flares in me. “You aren’t fit to rule.”
He smashes his head into mine, leaving me with an agonizingly painful headache and hot blood running down my forehead. My cry is still ringing in my ears when I lift a hand to my head, but he’s not done; his large fingers wrap easily around my throat and squeeze.
I grab at his hand, but he lifts me off my feet, pinning me to the wall.
I can see the sweat stains on his clothes, smell the horrible stench of him; his eyes are slightly red-rimmed; he’s got long eyebrow hairs that curl over. All of it I see quickly, and I hate that these might be my final moments.
The pressure builds, and my lungs ache. I kick my feet, thrashing, but it does nothing. Everything starts going black, and then I hit something hard. The sound is so loud it couldn’t possibly be death.
I open my eyes and find myself lying in a pile of trash, with the metal trash bins scattered around me. Still rolling and screeching from where I sent them spinning.
“Remember who you are!” Jonas roars, spit spraying out of his mouth.
If there was ever a wolf that needed to be put down, it’s this one. He’s so unbelievably feral. I don’t know how my dad doesn’t see it. Or maybe he does, and he’s confused sociopathy with strength.
I claw my way up onto my hands and knees, struggling to breathe. I do a quick assessment, and I think I’ve got at least a broken rib, my trachea is bruised, and my wrist might be fractured.
I gingerly get to my feet, turning my back to the wall so I can face him as he stomps towards me.
“Look what you made me do!”
