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 fear. He wants tears and screams and begging. The more I deny him, the angrier

asked you a question!” His words are slurred

in my arm. Hot, thick blood rolls down my bare

towers over my prone form. “Think very carefully, Selene.” He snarls. “Is this really the way you want to play

his eyes, an outright challenge

in front of me, the last remaining ounces of dark brown liquid dribbling from its mouth. My attention on the black label, I do not see Garrick

certainly feel

my vision. Garrick is kneeling over me, pure malice painting his rough

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

crawl into her arms and hear her soothing lullabies, I need her to

want to cry, I didn’t want to show him weakness. The hiccuping sobs wrench

pupils turn to 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 want to live without Luna,

cry, “Please,

his fist with my cracked and broken nails. I gasp helplessly, trying to find my voice – but Garrick has

the clinking of his belt buckle. It takes me a moment to recognize the sound, and then I wish I had not. He whips the leather implement from his trousers and throws it away, snapping

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

bolt of panic breaks through my consciousness as he began trying to wrench my legs apart. This isn’t right.

I outgrew 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 degrade me. Even when he began threatening me sexually, it always seemed like a means to an end;

was nothing left for him to take. I was wrong – there is one thing, just

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

Garrick smashes my head into the floor, dazing me enough for him to temporarily release