PERFECT REVENGE: MARRIED TO THE CRIPPLED ALPHA

Akira prov ; "Every night, I wish it could be my final night" my last moment of suffering. Growing up with foster parents, the Alpha Eric and his wife Luna Maya, has been a living nightmare. Their cruelty has left me feeling like a shattered soul, trapped in a never-ending cycle of pain. I sit in my room, my gaze fixed on the clock as the hands tick closer to midnight. My heart sinks with each passing second. The sound of shattering glass pierces the air, followed by the harsh ring of the landphone. I flinch, my body trembling involuntarily. I hesitate for a moment before picking up the receiver, my hand shaking as I bring it to my ear. "Hello?" I whisper, my voice barely audible. The voice on the other end is low and menacing, sending a chill down my spine. "It's time for our weekly chat, pet," the Alpha growls. I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. "Y-yes, Master." The line goes silent, and I know I'm in for another long night of terror. I throw off the covers and swing my legs over the side of the bed, my feet dangling in the air. I slip on my slippers, the soft fabric a meager comfort against the dread that grips me. I trudge downstairs, each step creaking beneath my feet like a death knell. My heart thunders in my chest, protesting every inch of progress. I stand before the door, my hand raised to knock. My knuckles rap against the wood, the sound echoing through the silent hallway. The door creaks open, and Luna's pale face appears in the gap. Her eyes are sunken, her skin drawn taut over her cheekbones. She pushes me inside, and I stumble into the room. The Alpha sits behind his desk, his eyes fixed on me like a predator sighting prey. His gaze is a weight on my skin, crushing me beneath its intensity. I stand frozen, the whip's handle trembling in the Alpha's hand. His voice is a cold command, devoid of empathy. "Roll up your skirt." My fingers fumble, as if disconnected from my brain. I slowly gather the fabric, inching it up my thighs. The air is heavy with tension, my heart was racing with each passing moment. The Alpha's gaze lingers on my exposed skin, his expression twisted in a mixture of disdain and desire. I feel a wave of shame wash over me, my soul recoiling in horror. The first lash strikes, a searing pain that makes me gasp. I bite my lip, trying to stifle the cry building in my throat. The whip cracks again, and again, each blow chipping away at my dignity. With every lash, I feel myself fragmenting, i felt my sense of self dissolving like sand in the wind. I'm just a mere object, a plaything for the Alpha's twisted desires. My mind screams for it to stop, but my voice remains trapped, silenced by fear and despair. I've grown accustomed to this weekly ritual, but it never gets easier, Alpha Eric has anger issue and whenever he got drunk or angered, he called me to beat the hell out of me. The physical pain is nothing compared to the emotional scars they've left on me. I long for freedom from this maltreatment and the constant fear that grips my heart. Will I ever find escape from this hellish life? As the whip lashes down on me, I bite my tongue to silence my screams. I'm not allowed to make a sound, not allowed to show weakness. But inside, I'm seething with rage and a deep sadness. My mind is consumed by a singular thought: revenge. I will make them pay for this. After what feels like an eternity, the Alpha finally stops, his chest heaving with exertion. I'm dismissed with a curt command, and I stumble back to my room, locking the door behind me. The dam breaks, and I sob uncontrollably, my body shaking with convulsive cries. But even in my despair, I know I must be silent. I must not alert them to my true feelings. So I cry quietly, my tears soaking into the pillow. The Luna arrives, her expression shows no indifference. She brings ointment to tend to my wounds and cash to buy new clothes. A paltry attempt to buy my silence, to appease the guilt that must surely gnaw at her conscience. But tonight, she drops a bombshell: "You're getting married next week." I'm stunned. Marriage? To whom? I've never found my mate, never smelled the one who's meant to be mine. And what does she mean by "getting married"? I'm too shocked to speak, too numb to react. I simply watch as the Luna exits the room, leaving me to process this new horror. I've been trapped for eight years, with no memory of my past. My foster parents, the Alpha and Luna, told me i was found me at a gravesite when I was around seven. They told me that's all they knew about my history. I don't remember my parents, my name, or anything about my life before them. My mind is a complete blank. But I do remember the pain and suffering they've inflicted on me. The Alpha's cruel beatings, Luna's cold indifference, and their daughter Mary's spiteful taunts. I'm a prisoner in this household, forced to endure their cruelty without any hope of escape. As I creep out of my room, the dim light of the kitchen beckons me like a refuge. I need a glass of water to wash away the bitter taste of my tears. But as I approach the counter, I'm halted by the hushed tones of the Alpha and Luna. Their conversation is a whispered secret, but I'm drawn to it like a moth to flame. "...don't think it's a good idea," Luna says, her voice barely audible. "Nonsense," the Alpha growls. "Akira will do perfectly. She's been trained to obey." My heart skips a beat as I realize they're talking about me. "And what about Mary?" Luna presses on. "She can't marry him, I can't...allow my daughter marry such man." The Alpha's response sends a shiver down my spine. "Akira will take her place. No one will ever know the difference." I feel like I've been punched in the gut. As I listen, frozen in horror, Luna's words cut through the fog. "You need to control your temper, dear. The Silvermoon pack can't see her like this." The Alpha's response is a low, menacing chuckle. "Don't worry, my dear. Akira will be perfect. And soon, she'll be gone." As I returned to my room, the truth finally dawned on me - they were replacing me with their daughter's husband. But in a twisted way, but who cares,I felt a sense of liberation. My years of suffering under their tyranny were finally coming to an end. I didn't care that I was just a pawn in their game, all I knew was that I was leaving this toxic household behind. The day of the wedding arrived, and the Silvermoon pack descended upon our estate. Their reputation for wealth and power preceded them, but I had never met the Alpha before. When I learned I was to marry him, i was hopeful that this marriage would be the escape I so desperately needed. The Silvermoon pack's wealth and power meant that I would be untouchable, safe from the Alpha's cruelty and the pack's indifference. The sleek, black Bentley Continental GT glided to a stop before me. Guards swarmed around it, forming a tight circle. A wheelchair emerged from the car, and a man slowly lifted himself into it. His movements were labored, his face twisted in effort. As he settled into the chair, guards closed in around him, their guns at the ready. His eyes met mine, and I felt a jolt of surprise. He looked... fragile. Broken. My gaze locked onto his, and my mind raced. Is this him? The Alpha of the Silvermoon pack? The man I'm supposed to marry?