Saved by my mate

CHAPTER ONE

Anna

I lost count of the days, I only woke up knowing I'll suffer physically, and alpha Victor will ask if I would marry him. For almost a year now, my flesh has been torn apart, my bones, broken. This marriage was a contract, there was a reason behind it.

I don't want to marry him to find out, I can't stand being pregnant for a man as ruthless as Victor. His true mate, the Luna, has become worthless in the pack. What would be my fate?

Most times he hits me by himself, other times the soldiers would. Pain is stuck on me, everyday, every part of my body experiences it.

The beta they all prepared for has not arrived. I kept recleaning and rearranging, yet he didn't show up.

My hands were separated from my body, they were tied to two wooden posts, which I knelt in-between.

Pain accompanied my inhalations, I'm sure my rib bones were broken, Victor had kicked my ribs one night when he came home drunk and wanted to have s*x with me, which I refuted, sending blows to his chest.

"You haven't seen me, huh?" He growled, when he came out of the house to the balcony where I was, his boots were right under my bended head. He tilted my head with my hair.

I didn't say anything, I looked at him and lowered my head. He is not a true alpha, he doesn't deserve my respect. No man does, they are all perverts.

He drops a punch on my right jaw, I thought I'd have lost my teeth. I counted my teeth with my tongue, they were intact, I only felt a taste of blood. I spat, and blood dropped on the floor.

"You won't say anything?" He yelled, my hair still in his hands. "Well, that's not why I am here, when we are married, I'll teach you how to respect." He growled, through his clenched jaw.

When I turned my head towards the table that was beside the post, he was arranging and choosing whips.

He came with a long whip. I still had scars from weeks ago, I know how it tastes. I was locked for the last three days without food, I'm not sure I'll survive this. But I'd rather die than marry a good-for-nothing alpha, who is not even my mate.

The first whip laced on my back, curling round my thin body. The lash rekindled the pain of the previous strokes, tears filled my eyes.

Another, and again, and again. It hurts, I could feel my skin break, blood spattered when he raised the whip from my skin. My back had nothing else, but old wounds and fresh blood that reflects my strength.

"Would you be my wife?" He yelled. I had nothing to answer him, my answer won't change.

I got weaker by each lash. He had changed the whip to a one with few thorns running down it. The pain was excoriating, I felt life walk away from me. My energy tank was empty, I crashed on the ground, but he didn't stop.

I wailed until there was no sound coming from my throat. When he was tired he loosened my hands, I laid on the floor, wishing for death.

Memories of my life played in my head, tears kept flowing, as I sobbed in anguish, with the hurts of the people I've lost, most recently Riley, who died because of me.

I had a vision of Riley coming to me, she told me I'm stronger than what I know, and that I'm meant for more, as I laid almost lifeless on the ground, counting my slow, low breaths.

A man on a white shirt emerged from the house's exit door. I can't make his face as everything became blur. He ran towards me, lifted me in bridal style. I passed, soon after, in his hands.

The beep of the device beside the bed was the only sound I heard few minutes before my eyes were opened. The man sat at the other side of the bed, his dark hair curled on his forehead. I groaned as the pains were also awake.

"Hey." His voice was soft. He patted my hands, almost where the infusion found it's entrance into my veins. I jerked my hands off immediately. "You were in bad shape, so I brought you here."

A hospital is the last place a wolf would be. I am no wolf, I concluded to myself.

A female, almost my age and height laid on a bed beside mine, she was calm and still asleep. I wondered what her diagnosis was. Her face was broken, probably in an accident, or from a cruel man, like Victor. My hate for men grew.

"Thank you." I muttered. Something I've not said after almost a year.

I wondered how long I have been out for, how bad I was before he brought me to the hospital, and who he his. I tried to talk, but I didn't have the strength to.

He returned with two females; a nurse, and a doctor who examined my vitals.

"How do you feel today?" The Doctor asked.

I nodded. "I'm okay, my entire body aches." I muttered, and moaned. Talking had triggered the pain on my ribs.

"You'll heal completely in less than a week, and it's surprising your wolf healing ability is very little."

I am not a werewolf. I should be treated like human. I don't even feel a connection with my wolf.

"She can take in food, like I said, there has been no serious damage. In a matter of time." The doctor said, looking at him, while he fixed his gaze on me.

He returned with a bag. He helped me to sit, pulling me with my arm and shoulder. He passed a glance at my direction time after time, while I ate.

"My name is Richmond." He waited until I finished the food. I hadn't had food in the last three days of my conscious life, so I didn't care who offered, I rushed it down.

Probably he could hear my thoughts. I wanted to ask who he is, but I didn't know how to not sound rude. "I... My name is An... Elizabeth." The last time I was Anna, it wasn't pleasing.

He dragged the chair closer. He arranged the strands of hair on my face behind my ear. "What happened to you?" His dark brown eyes fixed on my face.

I didn't know who he was, but he must be alpha Victor's associates to come out from that exit door. He could be another alpha. I decided not to tell, I'd be in trouble.

"I was punished." I replied after few seconds. I heaved a relief and looked the other way. It was the end of the discussion for me.

"What did you do?" He didn't understand that I was done talking, especially to a male. They are all the same.

My heart skipped when I saw two men walked pass, across the transparent glass door. I turned in the other direction, because I know that outfit. The soldiers of Lopar pack, they were looking for me.

"You know I can feel your fear." He was still scrolling the screen of his phone.

What the actual hell! My eyes widened as I looked at him. Wolves senses fear, but this was different. He could read my thoughts. Can he?

"I'm not afraid." I tried to hide it, letting my voice out from my guts.

"What are you afraid of?" He came closer. "You can talk to me." His hand headed my direction.

I strike his hand, with my other free hand, just before he touched me. "Don't f*****g touch me." I warned, from the slits between my teeth, with eyes constricted, and a furrowed face.

"Oh. Probably you are better on your own." He got up, and headed out of the room.

I stared as he walked through the door, I wanted to call him back and apologize. I wanted him to stay, I had a strange feeling of safety around him. The hate for his gender didn't let me. All of them are the same

The two soldiers entered through the opened door, just as he left, they headed for me. I poured my last breath, there was no other way to run to. I felt too weak to start running again. I adjusted to hide my face.

"Noo, Noo, leave me. Let me go." I screamed and struggled as the two soldiers held me, one on each side. My strength was no match for even one of them.

Everyone in the hospital just watched as they passed across the room's door. Beside the door of the room I laid, Richmond was standing, leaning on the wall, while a nurse spoke with him.