Eleanor
Thirteen years ago.
The sound of adult voices screaming at each other, had me jolting up in my bed.
I hardly slept. Not when the monster came to torment me every night.
I moved quietly, knowing I shouldn’t be away from my bed, but I was curious.
And the voices were familiar.
“Gillian, you can’t do this. I promise I’ll behave!” my mum sounded like she was sobbing.
What did my father want to do to her.
It was dark in the hallway, but my vision had kicked in enough for me not to stumble on my feet.
“It’s Alpha Gillian to you. The fact that you are mine does not mean you should forget your place!” my father growled.
The next sound that followed had me flinching and stopping briefly in my steps.
But I continued, walking over to the railing that overlooked the sitting room of
