The Twin Alphas Broken Mate

Please Goddess

*Hope POV*

Noah watching me clean has me so worked up. I just wanted to work in peace, and when he caught me singing, that all went to hell.

I hurried as fast as I could, maybe a little too fast, because when I moved the vacuum cleaner forward on the area rug, I tripped on the cord falling forward into the shelf by the sofa causing all hell to break loose.

I saw the urn falling, and even tried to catch it, but it was too late. It hit the floor and broke, spilling the ashes inside onto the floor.

“Oh no. No! I am so sorry, I’ll clean it up. I’ll fix it if I can. I am so sorry,” I began to cry. Noah was out of his seat and on me within seconds. He was angry. More angry than I had ever seen him.

“You stupid b***h! Do you realize what you have done?” he yelled and pushed me down to the floor.

I couldn’t fight the tears, they started to stream down my face. I tried once again to apologize, but as I started to speak, he backhanded me, and then tossed my small body across the room, causing me to slam into his dresser.

He began to pace around the room, and against my better judgment, I tried to apologize and explain again. Another mistake.

“Please, sir. I didn’t mean to break anything. I tripped over the cord and couldn’t catch myself. I will fix it. I’ll make sure every single ash gets cleaned up,” I begged. When I saw him coming towards me, I braced myself for impact. He was so angry that I honestly thought I would be joining the rest of my family in Valhalla today.

“Shut your f*****g mouth! You don’t mean to do a lot of things, but yet they keep happening. You are f*****g worthless! I suggest you get out of my sight before I do more to you,” he screamed at the top of his lungs.

I couldn’t move. I was frozen in fear, and afraid to move. So I buried my face deeper into the area rug, and prayed to the goddess he would just leave the room. That prayer went unanswered.

The next thing I knew, he was jerking me up by my hair, and hit me again. Over and over the hits kept coming. I had faced rage before, but this was beyond that.

I felt my body crash into something, and when I heard glass shatter, I tried to cover my head. He had thrown me into the mirror over his dresser.

My body went limp, and I could no longer keep my eyes open. If I was going to die today, I just wished he would finish me off. I didn’t want to feel this anymore.

“Noah! What in the actual f**k? You’re going to kill her! Stop this!” I heard Nick yell. I then heard the two of them scuffling, and the door slam.

I had hoped that it was Nick still in the room, but it wasn’t. It was Noah, and he was ready to inflict more punishment.

“Why? Why did it have to be you? Why did your brother have to do what he did to get you involved in all of this? We loved your brother, your family! I loved you!” he yelled.

I don’t know if he meant to say it outloud, but he said it. He said that he loved my family, that he loved me. What?

I moaned, and tried to speak, but as soon as the sounds left my mouth, I was once again hit in the face. After that, I didn’t make another sound. I didn’t move. If I could have stopped breathing, I would have. Anything to make him stop.

Nick was pounding on the door, begging him to come to his senses. Begging him to think about what he was doing.

Something must have eventually clicked. I heard him fall to the floor, and the wail that left his mouth was the most painful cry I had ever heard in my lifetime.

“Why?!?! What is happening to me?? Goddess, please! Please just make this stop! This isn’t me! This isn’t what I want,” he cried over and over.

As much as I wanted to hate him for what he had just done, I couldn’t. I couldn’t hate him at all. He was in pain, and my brother is the cause of it. Jeffery took away their right to confront Jonathon, to take out their anger on him, so I’ll take it if it makes them feel better.

Nick was finally able to get back in, and the way he talked to Noah broke me even more.

“It’s OK, Noah. It’s alright. Just cry it out. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here. Shhh, just let it out,” he said as he tried to comfort his twin.

I was losing blood. My body started to get chilled, and I was struggling to breathe. My whole body started to shiver, and I could feel myself drifting off. The last thing I remember hearing was Nick telling Noah that I needed help, and Noah asking him to take care of it.

I felt my body lift off the ground, and begin to move forward. Every step he took felt like I was being sliced open.

The next thing I remember was hearing monitors beeping. However, I still couldn’t open my eyes. They were swollen shut.

I tried to speak, and the pain in my jaws was excruciating. I had never felt that kind of pain before.

“Sweety, try not to talk. Just rest. You are in safe hands. Dr. Cross will be in shortly to check on you. I’ll be right back with something for pain,” a nurse said softly.

It took me a minute to remember what had happened, and when it came to me, I began to whimper. I had been brutally attacked for an accident.

I began to panic, and the monitors started to go haywire. My heart rate had jumped, and the nurse and doctor came rushing in.

“Hope, I need you to calm down. My name is Dr. Cross, and I’m the one taking care of you. You are safe, and healing from some pretty serious injuries. We don’t want you to make them worse,” he explained.

I heard the nurse say she was administering something into my IV, and after a few moments, my whole body calmed down.

“That’s a good girl. I need you to answer some questions for me, alright? Just by moaning, I need you to tell me if you have your wolf,” the doctor asked. I was seventeen, of course I didn’t.

I moan twice to tell him no. He started to push on certain places around my ribs and pelvis, and asked if I felt any tenderness in those answers. I moaned once to let him know that I did.

If they had done x-rays, they would have known that there was damage. I was damaged everywhere. I don’t think Noah left one part of my body untouched by his anger.

I heard the door open again, and when I heard Noah’s voice, I began to shake. I was terrified of what he would do to me next.

“How is she today? Any better than yesterday?” he asked softly. His voice was much different than the day this happened. Softer, almost concerned.

“She’s awake actually. She can’t move her jaws to speak without pain, and her eyes are still swollen. She was able to confirm pain in certain areas of her body, but she also had a panic attack. We had to give her some medication for it. If she rests and doesn’t fight the ice packs and treatment, she should be able to be released in maybe a week’s time. She nearly died, alpha. I’m surprised we were able to save her at all,” Dr. Cross explained.

“Make sure she stays alive. It’s important. I’ll be back later to check in again,” Noah said and left the room.

How many times a day did he check in? It was nice knowing he did, but was it out of concern, or out of guilt?