Blessed by the Moon Goddess

Chapter 13

Janelle

I wake up in bed lying next to Abel, why am I naked? I don’t remember having s*x last night… As I sit up, he stirs, opening his eyes and smiles. “Hey, beautiful. How are you feeling?”

“Fine, just need to take a shower.”

“You did that last night, don’t you remember?” He asks gently.

“I only sat under the water. I didn’t use soap or shampoo.” I reply feeling guilty. I feel so dirty, and now I need to wash the sheets and blankets.

“Okay.” He leans in for a kiss as he does every morning, then releases me to go take a much-needed shower. I step into the shower stall and turn on the water, feeling it splash over my skin as I wet my hair. As I’m scrubbing the shampoo into my hair, Abel enters the shower with a smile. “Need any help?”

“I’m alright, thanks.” I smile back as I rinse the shampoo out of my hair.

“What had you so upset last night?”

“I was just overwhelmed with emotions,” I answer honestly.

“Yesterday was a lot. I’m here for you, you know that, right?”

“I do. Can I ask you a question?”

“You can ask me anything, Jani.” He reaches out and pulls me into a hug.

“Am I free to leave now?” It’s a question that has been swirling around in my mind all night. Being trapped inside this house like a caged animal has been bugging me.

“We’ll find out at the end of the week. There are a lot of things that need to happen before you can just leave. Why would you want to leave?” He growls in frustration.

“I want my freedom back. How could you not know that? Do you think I enjoy being held prisoner?” I feel my anger raging. I shove him away.

“You are not a prisoner.”

“Abel, you know what I mean. Please, all I want to do is be free to leave when I want.” I plead feeling my anger and tears fighting each other.

“We’ll see next week.” He sighs reaching for me again.

“Don’t touch me,” I state swatting his hands away. “Please, just leave me alone.”

“Fine, if that’s what you want.”

“It’s what I want. Please leave.” He leaves the shower, stopping only long enough to grab a towel.

I feel the tears running down my face again. How can he not see how I feel? We’ve had many talks about me wanting to go walk in a park, or run in my wolf form… Why would he seem so angry about me asking if I’m allowed to leave? Is he so selfish that he assumed I asked if I could leave him? I didn’t say that… I feel my anger swelling inside me again. I sent him away because I was struggling with this anger. I’ve kept it at bay for so long, that I’m afraid I’d attack him without meaning to. I punch the tiled wall only for it to crumble under my fist. That’s never happened before, but it felt good to release the tension… I hit the wall some more, breaking the tiles into cracked little pieces as they fell off the wall.

I turn the water off and get ready for the day. I go downstairs to help Helga clean up the mess of the broken furniture from her scuffle with the cook last night. As I’m cleaning, I find a vial of liquid. Could this be liquidized wolfsbane? For some reason, I slip it into my pocket and continue cleaning. Once everything is cleaned up and ready to be replaced, I return to the apartment upstairs.

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It’s been almost a week, and Abel hasn’t come home once. Every night I wait up for him, but he doesn’t arrive. I’m so angry knowing he’s doing this to punish me. Why is he so mad that I asked to be able to come and go as I please? Does enjoy having me as a prisoner and watching me suffer?

Every night my anger takes over and I begin raging. There is nothing left standing in this room. I hate myself for not being able to contain my rage, but I hate him more. He knows I’ve felt trapped ever since I was brought here, and all I asked was to be allowed to come and go as I please and he’s punishing me for that. I shred the pillows on the bed. I forgave him for everything he did wrong, but when I asked for my freedom back, he abandoned me. I shred the mattress and sheets, the rage just blinding me until there is nothing but my backpack left whole. Sobbing, I grab it and hold it close to my chest sobbing, trying to control my emotions.

I hear footsteps on the stairs, and I drop my bag, rising to my feet. I need Abel right now, and I pray he can forgive me for my destructive behavior. “I was asked to inform you, that you are free to leave, Janelle. I hoped you wouldn’t hurt my son, but I see you are out for revenge on all of us, not just Vinny. Everything my son ever bought or owned you have destroyed here. This is going to kill him more than you leaving. Get out, now!” Serge growled looking around. Shaking, I ran for the door. Does Abel think I’m leaving him?

I leave the house and shift. I need to find Abel and explain… I search for his scent. I’ve missed him so much, why can’t I find him? I get to the outskirts of the woods near the house, and I catch a faint scent. He’s been here, but not recently. I follow the faint trail until I find a fresher one miles away. I keep searching for him at top speed, desperate to find my mate. Where can he be?

Finally, I spot a wolf ahead of me. As I get closer I confirm it is Abel’s wolf. The long shaggy brown fur makes me quiver. I’ve never seen him in wolf form… I lunge at him, ensuring I roll off of him, but hit him to get his attention in the lunge. He growls and goes on the defense until he realizes it’s me. I nuzzle against his neck, trying to tell him it’s me.

He shifts and looks around. “What are you doing here? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” I whimper in response. “No one is around, shift so we can talk.”

I shift and pulls me in close. “I only wanted to be allowed to leave the house, not you.” I sob.

“You look like you haven’t slept in a week.” He comments lifting me off the ground.

“I tried to. Abel, my anger… It’s… I’m sorry.”

“Let’s get you home.” He says softly.

Just as we enter the house, I remember what Serge told me. “Abel, wait. I…”

We are at the top of the stairs, and he drops me. No warning just dumped me onto the floor covered in wreckage. “You did this?” He asks in a quiet voice. I nod and look at the floor. “Why? I bought that bed for US. Why would you destroy everything?”

“I was just so angry.”

“So, you threw a tantrum? Who are you?” The look in his eyes tells me there is no coming back from this for us.

“My full name is Janelle Alyssa Comet-Ridge,” I inform him.

“You are not getting out of this that easily.” He snarled looking at me with pure anger in his eyes. He grabs me and tosses me over his shoulder before turning back down the stairs. He brings me into my old room and tosses me on the mattress before pulling my legs apart and slamming his manhood into me. His hand closes around my neck as he thrusts hard and fast into me. I try to speak, but he only tightens his grip on my neck. “You owe me.” He husks without stopping. I feel him finish inside me, and to my relief, he releases my neck before pulling out of me. “Don’t think you’re done.” He growls as he flips me onto my stomach, pulling me onto my knees with my face shoved into the mattress before shoving his manhood back into me. He slaps my ass hard causing me to yelp. Next thing I know he’s yanking my head back by the hair. “Why are you not pregnant yet? I’ve been too soft on you clearly.” He snarls continuing to rape me. “You are mine, and from now on, I am in charge. No more manipulating, not more pleading with me. You showed me what an evil little b***h you are.” He slaps my ass hard again before slamming my face into the mattress again to muffle my cries of pain. When he’s finished, he goes into the bathroom and turns on the shower.

I’m left sore, and shaken. He showed me his rage because I showed him mine. I took it out on objects, and he took it out on me. I go upstairs and grab my backpack. I need to leave before he’s finished in the shower, but everything is sore again. I finish getting dressed and make it downstairs, only to find him waiting for me. I try to run, but he catches me pulling me back into the bedroom, and locking the door behind us. “Please, Abel. I’m sorry.”

“Shut up.” He snarls pulling my clothes off of me roughly. “Your pitiful sobbing won’t work anymore. You brought this on yourself.” He growls tossing me back on the bed. The sun is coming up when he finally stops assaulting me and holds me in his arms. Once he’s asleep, I get out of bed, open my backpack, and pull out the vial I found the other day while I was cleaning. Without a second thought, I drink the entire bottle…