Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 2 Almost Raped by My Father

Selene’s POV

I thought I knew darkness. I thought I knew grief. I thought I’d experienced every possible feeling on the spectrum of emotion.

I thought wrong.

The corner of my heart where Luna used to live is now no more than a hollow void. A yawning, black hole that makes it impossible for the fragmented organ to beat as it once did. The rhythm isn’t any different, the impact isn’t any weaker; I can hear its steady tempo thumping away in my chest

But I cannot feel it.

Thunder booms overhead, shaking the mountains themselves. It rolls through the sky in a violent tempest, its near-constant crashes vibrating through my bones. I can hear rain pounding the street on the other side of the thick rock wall at my back.

The storm began early this morning, raging on as the hours dragged by. I have not slept since Luna left, choosing instead to lie on the hard ground and count down the final minutes of my life. Time is moving even more slowly without her, but I know it can’t be long now.

Thear him coming, his heavy footsteps thudding down the stairs at an odd, staggering pace. The door slams open and Garrick stumbles in, reeking of alcohol.

Fear lances through my body, it is always worse when he is drunk. Sober Garrick is twisted and cruel, but always predictable. When he drinks my father becomes someone I do not recognize; I never know what he’s going to do, or how he’s going to react.

The liquor bottle is still in his hand, waving wildly as he comes toward me with a twisted leer. He can see how broken I am, how low he’s finally brought me. There is no remorse, only glee as he pushes the Wolfsbane into my palm.

I accept the tumbler, but I do not drink. Without taking my eyes from his, I throw it against the wall, sending glass and poison flying. Garrick jerks his arm up with a hiss, shielding his face from the splattering liquid.

“Have you lost your goddamn mind?” He growls, his eyes glowing amber as his wolf rises to the surface.

He wants tears

you a question!” His words are

realizing glass from the shattered tumbler had embedded itself in my arm. Hot, thick blood rolls

until he towers over my prone form. “Think very carefully,

straight into his eyes, an outright challenge

last remaining ounces of dark brown liquid dribbling from its mouth. My attention on the

certainly feel

across my vision. Garrick is kneeling over me,

too short life is finally coming to its untimely end. I’ve never seen anything of the world, never got

arms and hear her soothing lullabies, I need her to tell me it’s going to be

I will ever see. I didn’t want to cry, I didn’t want

slits, claws extending from his fingertips. I cower against the wall, clamping my eyes shut so I cannot see him lunge for me. Now that the moment is here, my resolve cracks, primal terror enveloping me so suddenly and violently that I’m gasping for air. I don’t

sorry.” I cry, “Please,

I claw at his fist with my cracked and broken nails. I gasp helplessly, trying to find my

then I wish I had not. He whips the leather implement from his

my lips as my mind races to catch up with Garrick’s actions. His claws dig into the papery flesh

began trying to wrench my

the dress I’d worn when he first imprisoned me, but I’d never believed his motivations were salacious. I figured he’d simply take any excuse to humiliate and

to logic, had made me believe there was nothing left for him to take. I was wrong

bulging eyes as I kick and thrash against him. I’ve never seen a man naked, and the hard rod of flesh between his legs looks nothing like I

this can be happening. I reach desperately for his face, trying to scratch his glowing eyes. With a vicious jerk Garrick smashes