The Alpha’s not-so Human Mate

“Your tears are futile." He whispered near my ear as he twisted my arm backwards. “Please, just let me go. I'll pay you back every cent-" Before these words left my lips, I cried out in pain. My arms had become numb. "You will speak only when spoken to". He push me onto the cold floor. "You have just earned yourself another round of beating.” He said as he took off his belt. I began to crawl away from him... But I didn't get far before he gripped my hair and pulled it until I saw stars. "Your parents spend my money! They live on my property! They eat my food! You can never pay back what they owe even if you worked for the rest of your pathetic life!" He yelled, without releasing my hair. The next thing I felt was his hand on my bum. I shrunk away from the rough texture of his palm, but that proved to be a wrong move as he struck my backside with his belt several times. "No one can save you from me". He bit my earlobe. When satisfied, he got up and left the empty room, abandoning me on the floor, in agony... I fell asleep on the floor, too weak to check my wounds. __ Again, the door was opened. What does he want this time? There is nothing left in me to ruin; nothing. "Up!" He commanded. I did as he asked, even though it took me a while. He observed my body and spat. "Filthy trash! Come with me and get washed up" I followed him like an obedient puppy. I tried to swallow the pain from my entire body and not fall. He hated it when I showed weakness. Any sign of weakness was punishable by twice the first beating. I followed him into the bathroom which I would normally use when he saw fit. He watched me sit on the toilet seat and take a pee. My legs hurt badly, and my butt burned as if I sat on hot coal. I held myself from screaming until I was done peeing. I then got up, walked to the shower, and turned on the water. Ice-cold, but I didn't complain. After bathing, I went out to wrap a towel around my chest. "My friends are coming over. Cook dinner, I kept the groceries in the kitchen. Do a good job, you hear me?" I nodded. I made the food while being careful not to put in too much salt or too much of any other ingredient. I did not want to provoke this man who everyone calls my husband, it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it. His friends ate their fill. He told me to stand beside him while they sat at the table, eating. I cleared the table after they were done. I went to wash the dishes afterward, I couldn’t bear to sit through any more of their idle talk. If I have to about their stupid sexcapades one more time. His friends finally left. I was hoping he was tired so he could go to sleep, but he had a frown on his already wicked face. I wonder what happened this time, as usual, he would want to take it out on me. "Why were you staring at Jack like that?". He pulled out his belt. His question came as a shock to me. "I did not stare at Jack in any way.” "You had your eyes on him for longer than necessary! You f*****g slut-" He grabbed my arm and forced me to bring my face up close to his. "-You want him, don't you? Be honest, you have the hots for him, don't you?” What a deranged man! "No!! I don't want him, I'm telling the truth... I have you, don’t I?” “You must think I buy that.” He stood upright with my arm still in his grip, he dragged me across the floor and took me to the wall. There, he held the back of my head tightly and bashed my head against the concrete wall. For a few minutes, I forgot even my name, and then I started to get a metallic taste, and I felt blood flow out of my nose. Just as my senses were returning gradually, he bashed my head again. My body went limp under his hold. My eyes were open, but they had become useless, like every other part of my body. For the third time, he bashed my head into the wall... This time, it all went blank... *** “Welcome back, Mrs. Meyers. I am Doctor Cedric." I opened my eyes after many failed attempts - to see an unfamiliar face. Who is this Mrs. Meyers he called, Is it me? The bright light made me squint as I observed my surroundings. The white walls and blue curtain were confirmation: I was on a hospital bed, but why? Doctor Cedric was a middle-aged man with kind blue eyes and a clean-shaved face. I watched him as he checked my vitals, before writing something down on the medical chart. Just then, a man in his forties entered the room. He had a brown beard, brown hair, and brown eyes, he had on a pair of black jeans and a matching shirt and shoes. He seemed familiar, but not in a good way. Just the mere sight of him made my heart race incessantly. I started to panic without knowing the reason for my reaction. I felt tears gather in my eyes as I watched him; tears of fear. Doctor Cedric turned to the man and greeted him. "Ah, good news, Mr. Meyers, she is awake". Mr. Meyers had tears in his eyes as he gazed upon me lovingly. He placed a kiss on my forehead and stroked my hair. "My darling wife, whoever did this to you will pay". He continued to wail until Doctor Cedric left the room. That was when his countenance changed from sadness to...rage. He gripped my face and whispered menacingly: "If you open your big mouth, I will hack you into small pieces. Do you hear me?!" I nodded, unsure of what he was talking about. He continued. "You just had to create a scene last night, I won't forgive you for putting me in this position." He let go of my face, kissed my forehead again, and walked out. What is he talking about? Why am I not supposed to open my mouth? I don't remember anything— anything at all. The door was opened again, this time, two tall men in black suits walked in. The first man had piercing blue eyes and buzz-cut blond hair and was about 6 feet tall. The second man behind him was taller, with deep green eyes and low-cut hair. He caught my eye for some reason. There was something about him that made me feel drawn to him. I don't know if it was my imagination, but I could've sworn that I saw his eyes flash red for a second. He said nothing, but his eyes assessed me and he didn't seem happy with whatever conclusion he drew. We were joined immediately by Doctor Cedric and an angry-looking Mr. Meyers. The man with blue eyes approached me and smiled, showing off his pearly whites. "Mrs. Meyers, I am Detective Ross and this is--" He pointed at the man with green eyes. "Detective Michaels, my partner. We're with the APD. Can you recount the events of the past month when you were allegedly kidnapped? Do you recall anything at all, any small detail?" I said nothing. What could I say? I remember absolutely nothing. Not to mention that Mr. Meyers was busy giving me threatening looks. Doctor Cedric came to stand in front of them. "Detectives, I'm afraid she is not recovered enough to speak to you. Can you please come another time?" "Yeah, sure. We'll be here the day after tomorrow." Replied Detective Ross. "In the meantime, don't hesitate to call." He handed me his card. They left, and so did Dr. Cedric, but only Mr. Meyers remained. "Good girl." He cooed. "Now, it's just a matter of time before we return to our lovely home and kick off from where we left off." He kissed my forehead and gripped my chin. He didn't let go until I winced because of the pain it was causing. "You can't escape me no matter what. I. Own. You". He whispered. The door was pushed open abruptly and the detectives stormed in. Detective Ross spoke up. "Reginald Meyers, we'd like to have a word with you-" Mr. Meyers froze like a deer in headlights—as he knew he was caught in the act of hurting me. "M-Mr Ross, you're here?" He stuttered. But before he could finish his sentence, Detective Michaels grabbed him and brought him down to his knees. I heaved a sigh of relief, thinking he was going to be arrested. But to my greatest shock, Detective Michaels snapped his neck, killing him instantly. His body went limp and dropped like a cloth. "s**t! This wasn't part of the plan!" Yelled Detective Ross to his partner. Detective Michaels balled his fingers into a fist. "He was hurting her! What do you expect me to do, Ross?!" Ross threw his hands up in the air in exasperation. "Fine, now we gotta hide his damn body." I grew scared and started hyperventilating. Detective Michaels covered my mouth with his hand. "Ssh" he whispered. "He won't hurt you anymore, okay?" His gaze softened as he looked into my eyes. Who is this man? Despite his effort, my heartbeat increased, and my head throbbed painfully. Before I knew it, I blacked out.