The Broken Luna: Alpha's Curse Mate

CHAPTER TWO

I don’t know why you waste your time with her, ivy, a tall blonde who was a few months older than me said.

Every female at school wanted Ethan. He was going to be the next alpha, after all. Even without the promise of power, his look would buy him a lot of attention. He was over six feet of solid muscle with wavy black hair and piercing amber eyes, and a strong masculine jaw, he was like a walking wet dreams. Thankfully his good looks were wasted on me. He’d be an awkward kid by the time he resembles a f*****g Greek god, I knew what kind of person he was.

Ditch the loser, Ethan. Ivy said in what probably supposed to be a seductive tone. We haven’t had a tumble in my back seat in a while. I said out, Ethan repeated.

She probably doesn’t even know what you like, ivy whined.

What exactly do you think he is doing with me? I asked. Because I promise you if he put his d**k anywhere near me, I’d bite it off. Ethan hand made contact with my face slapping me so hard it nearly knocked me on my ass. The sting made my eyes water and I forced myself to clench my jaw and hold my breath rather cry out. I’d learned long ago that when I reacted it made things worse.

Ivy giggled. Well, since she’s not meeting your needs, you know where to find me if you want a real wolf.

Out, Ethan repeated.

The girl left the bathroom and I pilled free of Ethan grip. What do you want, Ethan?

You shouldn’t be here, he said. My father should have kicked you and your w***e of a mother out the day your grandfather crossed that witch. Better yet, he should have let you starve in caves. I swallowed hard the worst punishment in our pack was being locked in the caves on the south end of town, right near the border. Locked in without food or water with other criminal meant that wolves often went feral and fed on each other. It was gruesome and had only been used once in my lifetime, but the threat was always there. Only this was the first time Ethan mentioned it. He’d told me I shouldn’t be here in previous encounters, but he’d never talk about the caves. Ever since his first shift, he’d been more emotional and less stable. I was grateful he wasn’t the alpha yet.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be out of here soon and you’ll never have to look at me again. I glared at him. Before I saw it coming, his hand was around my throat and he pushed me back, slamming me against the wall. I heard the cracking of my head as it made contact and hoped it didn’t mean I had another concussion. Pains blurred my vision and I winced despite myself.

He was faster and stronger than he was before his first shift. When we were younger, I had a chance against him. As we got older, he got stronger feeding of the energy of his wolf. I didn’t have that advantage. It was hard to tell if the beating had gotten worse or if he’d gotten stronger. When we were in elementary school, he teased me but my middle school, things turned physical. In the last year, I had learned I didn’t stand a chance fighting back anymore. What I wouldn’t give for some of the strength and power that come along with a shift.

Ethan scowled at me. His expression reflecting pure hated. I never knew what I did to make him so mad, but it had gotten worse recently. Beating me up had always been a sport, something he did with a laugh to show off to his friends. That’s when it hit me that we were totally alone. My heart pounded faster. In all the years of dealing with Ethan, he’d always had others with him. There’s always witnesses. He liked the audience and there was always someone to pull him back if he took things too far. We’d never actually be alone before. For the first time during one of our little torture sessions, I was worried this wasn’t just a game anymore.

Let me go, I demanded

Like I said, you shouldn’t even be here, little wolf. He squeezed harder, making me gasp for air my vision blurred, growing darker around edges. For a moment, I wondered if this was it. If he took me out, I would be free of this place, done with the pain. I considered it for a heartbeat. A flicker of anger urged me forward, I wasn’t ready yet.

Risking retaliation, I kicked Ethan right in the nuts, he let go, groaning as he grabbed his manhood. I side stepped him then bolted for the door, sucking in air as I fled. The hallway was empty. His friend nowhere in sight. Whatever Ethan had been after, he didn’t want any witnesses. If he hadn’t already had his mind set on murdering me he probably did now. I might have just signed my own death warrant. f**k. Surviving for the next six days was going to harder than I thought.