Mate to a king

-Bloom-

“Please! No, No, No! Please stop Aiden!" I pleaded, enduring whack after whack that would surely leave scars on my bare back, with a whip studded with silver spikes and laced with poison. 

I should probably explain shouldn't I? Well, good news and bad news, I will start with the good news first, as I suppose that’s what you want to hear. I managed to find my mate a couple of months ago when I was at the farthest shopping centre from my home, having gone with my sister to prepare for the annual summer bonfire. The summer bonfire was tradition within my pack to keep so-called ancestor spirits at peace, whilst those of us alive danced and drank the night away. Eating our body weight and more in cake and sweet desserts that the local bakers prepared in the days prior, keeping watch as the flames crackled and shine around us.

It was during our rest-stop inside a small, dainty little cafe that I came across him, sitting in the corner, nursing a small mug of coffee and a tatty book sat upon the wooden table.

We kept meeting up a few days after, He acted like such a sweetheart, buying me expensive things, taking me to posh dinners at restaurants, until the day he asked me to move in with him. Of course I agreed to, without prior knowledge of the reality I would face.

Little did I know that my life would be destroyed from there on forwards. My freedom ripped from my clutches before my very eyes.

From the day I moved in, he started to become an abusive mate, I guess like those cliché abusers you find in books, of course he was, he read enough of them from what I could see of the library he kept.

He left me in a basement, all the food I was given was a glass of mushed up peas, I don’t even like peas, that had to last a week. As you can imagine, they gradually began to stink about half-way through said week. Rotten. Revolting.

My throat was always scratchy from the lack of water he graciously provided for me.

I didn’t even have access to a mirror, or anyway to clean myself up, hygiene being incredibly minimal that I’m surprised I didn’t contract cholera or something of the sort.

was indeed his personal slave. Cooking and cleaning for him and him alone. His

stomach and killed any chance of a life

ten times a day, sometimes with a wolfs-bane infused and silver studded whip. Of

floor, no mattress, pillow or blanket. Which is not as comfortable as some people want to believe and fool themselves into saying it is. The only clothes I was allowed were old, tattered

consequence of, even with all this torture, not allowing him to

days later

watched all my best friends being slaughtered in front of my eyes, the extreme outcome from refusing Aiden one too many times. It did not give him the right

my mind, I repeated to never trust

ambush my pack, the moonlight howlers pack, in an attempt

Luna of his pack had

are supposedly cherish mates. Cherish mates are supposed to share a stronger

Earth would I cherish him after what he has done. Just looking at him

would stoop this low to

wrong about this he will not get to

-Aiden-

mate approach me. I knew she would come

you made up your mind then." I smirked as she stormed her way over, her long mousy hair billowing behind her, the blood matted in