Enslaved By The Alpha

-~KANE

I’ve gotten what I wanted all along; Maya is completely broken in front of me. She’s screaming, and tears are rolling down her cheeks. Her eyes are blood red and swollen, her lips dry and trembling. Her body is curled up in a ball, and her fingers are digging into the sheets. I know that images of this exact moment may haunt me for the rest of my life. I’ve made people suffer in the past, people that double-crossed me, people that I didn’t like, but none have affected me the way this has.

From the start, since the day I found out that she was my mate, I knew that I was going to do this to her. Nothing and no one was going to stop that, not even me. Sleeping with Anna in front of Maya brought me just as much pain as it brought her. It couldn’t be helped; her pain was mine. That being said, I knew exactly how much she was hurting right now. I could feel it in my bones. My body was fighting to go to her, to soothe her, to make it all better.

But was there any going back from this? I knew the moment I felt jealousy after seeing her with another man that I had to act quickly to ensure that I ruined any chances of us ever happening. I had to do it to ruin my options because I didn’t trust anyone, not even myself. I wanted Maya to hate me just as much as I hated her. If she showed me any sympathy, any kindness at all, the ice around my heart may melt. If she continued to throw mean words my way, it would make it easier for me to go through with

everything.

I felt conflicted inside. This was what I wanted all along, but yet it f*****g hurt. I knew what I was doing. It wasn’t time to wonder if it was a mistake; it had already taken place.

I needed to remind myself of the day I found out about my father’s death to keep going. It was the day I lost everything that had meaning in my life.

My shoulders tense when her scream gets louder; her face is pale now, and I don’t know how long she will keep this up for.

Seeing her like this has awakened something in me that I’ve never felt before.

Excruciating pain.

I didn’t feel this way when I was tortured at a young age, not when I found out my mother left me and never loved me, not even when I found out that my father and sister had been murdered. All those things had hurt like a motherfucker, but to compare them to what I felt now, those things just weren’t as bad.

But this is something that I should embrace. ‘Pain is good!

preached it over and over

will heal. The pain will only

spoken to me by him. He taught me from the beginning that you didn’t stop because you felt pain; you kept going; he promised that it would

one can be. The fact that my mother was a vampire has always aided me. I was meant to be stronger than the average vampire or the average werewolf. It’s why my

that she left us both, didn’t want

family took him away from me. She

to make

to be gentle with a woman before today. I wanted her to tell me how to make this better for her. But I knew that I would never let that

I heard how much pain my father was in before he died… My sister

time I think of them, I’m reminded of how much I hate this family, how much I hate them for destroying what I had. Did they stop and think

that woman who took her place. They weren’t sorry for what they did; none of them were. I watched them for days, studied their movements, searching for some grief. After all, they killed a dear friend. Austin

feel any remorse, why should I feel

but her eyes seem to be in a daze. She appears to be buried

My chest burns from her earlier scratches, and I don’t think that she’s

possible for me ever to feel this way,

looks innocent on that bed, like a sweet, lost girl. I knew how protected Maya had been her entire life. She’s never been put in a situation like this before; I don’t think she ever knew real pain before today. I researched

pride and joy; they

remembered looking at a few weeks back. I’ve watched her on countless days, unable to take my eyes off her. She was bright, innocent, a bundle of joy. Her cheeks were always glowing with happiness, and her laughter filled the room. She loved bickering with her brothers, and she adored their mates.