Broken to prowess

Zora's POV

He's the most attractive man I've ever seen and the most terrifying werewolf in all of Geaoon. I spotted him lying down there in the freezing weather. The fact that the bravest individuals occasionally need company led me to summon all my bravery and offer him coffee when no one else dared approach him.

I gave his left arm a light tap. He slowly opened his eyes and turned to face me. "I brought you coffee."

"You need it more than I do," he answered without mincing his words. He’s such a rude person; what a horrible way to appreciate a kind gesture. He got up and moved in the direction of the woods. I followed him from a distance.

I'm aware that having a woman follow him around hurts his ego. “You shouldn't be stalking a killer; I could kill you too.”

He turned to face me, his blue eyes penetrating right through me.

"I know you didn’t murder your father.”

“I do not need your pity; you should leave.” He kept a straight face and sounded brutal, but he had the appearance of someone in need of sympathy right now.

“I merely wanted to give you coffee for the cold; I do not feel sorry for you."

“What do you call this?”

"Being there for someone"

"Do you have a death wish?" I shook my head apprehensively as I heard the annoyance in his voice.

"Then run off." I ran off immediately.

I only meant to be nice because I know what it means to be broken by the one you call family, but it was clear that he didn't deserve it, so I put the coffee down gently and left. He’s still very hurt and probably needs time to process everything.

The day passed by so quickly that I wished I could have stayed with him to avoid thinking about my own issues. He was of no help; the worst nightmare of my day usually involves returning home.

Going back to the man who everyone believes to be my adopted father is worse than Adolph yelling at me, but after constantly wandering the streets of Geaoon, I had no option but to return to the misery I call home.

I rang the doorbell, and the door swung open instantly, like he’d seen me at the door. His decayed, dark teeth were visible when he grinned. I quickly made my way to my room and shut the door. I was extremely irritated.

He knocked on my door within ten minutes after I entered.

“Open this door, Zora.” I knew what it meant to open the door for that psychopath, and I wasn't ready for that. “If I broke down this door, you’d be dead.“ trembling, I got up and opened the door. “How many times do I have to tell you that you can't lock your room while you're still living under my roof?" He grabbed my arms so tight that I could feel my blood vessels getting congested.

"Please" was all I could utter as steamy, hot tears began to fall from my eyes. He slid his hands inside my bralettes, grabbed my bossom, and squeezed them without giving a damn about how I felt. "Please stop.” I tried to push him off.

"Be quiet," He swiftly lifted me to my bed.

"You're mine, Zora, so keep your dirty mouth shut and take pleasure in this like you always do.”

I've never enjoyed it—not once in the two years since he first started doing this to me.

"Pay attention, you naive little thing.” His gruff voice cut through me like a thousand blades. He pushed himself inside of me while holding onto my hair. I screamed in excruciating pain as he kept ramming his hips into mine, “b***h, I've told you to always look at me when I f**k you”.

As I sobbed uncontrollably, he kept thrusting himself into me. These moments are the hardest times in my life. Observing him enjoy my fragile body is a kind of pain I might never heal from as I put up with the never-ending torture. Oh! Oh, how I detest him.

After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled out of me, groaning as he collapsed to the bed.

He attempted to kiss me, but I moved my face away. He seized my face, pressing his lips hard against mine. "I always enjoy these pleasurable moments with you, my little whore.”

His stomach dangled as he stood up, all sweaty. "After you wash off, come down and make us dinner." He finally said that before storming out of my room.

My life here has been miserable; who could I run to?

Who would save me?

Who should I talk to about the devil who took me in after my parents died?

Does this have to go on until I turn eighteen, which is in a year? I kept thinking about all this till I drifted to sleep.

Adolph’s POV

I struggled to get out of bed as the alarm continued to blare. After the horrifying death of my father, this would be my first day back at college. Dressed in my black hooded sweatshirt and cargo pants, I grabbed my car key and set out of the house.

I stopped by my favourite coffee shop and bought a cup of coffee. Time seemed to stop moving as soon as I entered the hallway. Everybody is out of the hallway for me to pass through. I could feel people's eyes on me. However, I'm not sure if they are ones of admiration or hatred since the accusation of me killing my father spread really widely.

"Adolph, I’m sorry for what happened.” I noticed Melissa's face was whirling with sympathy.

"Melissa, thank you. Melissa is still thought of as my ideal partner, so I left before she could continue.

When I arrived for class, I found a seat at the very back. The lecturer divide

"I think we should meet after school today," she stated as she approached me. Because I didn't feel like talking to anyone, I ignored her.

"You know, you don't have to be a jerk." Despite the fact that I've never had someone call me a jerk, I made the decision to ignore her.

“I'll tell you what. I don’t give a damn about whatever you decide to do, so you go f**k yourself.” There was no denying her; she felt bad. “All of us struggle with various issues,” she was staring right into my eyes. "I'd definitely be appreciative if I had your issues right now rather than mine; you think no one else is coping with anything? You’ve got all the problems in the world? You continue to hang in here every day, behaving like a meek deity who only excels at driving others away! Why don't you just go f**k yourself then, if you so desire?" She gathered her books and stormed out. Shock overcame me. She must have some nerves to talk to me like that since no one can ever look me in the eyes and speak to me in that way.

The idea of being partnered with someone never appealed to me.