The Lycan king's abused mate

Assumed pregnancy

~Yvonne~

"Yvonne where are you, where the fvck are you?" I heard my mate Alpha bark as he forcefully swung open the door to every room in the house.

At the sound of his voice, I was already trembling, because I know what he could and would do if I did not respond immediately to his calls. Fear enveloped me, like a child alone in a forbidden forest overwhelmed with panic by the howls of night.

I wanted to tell him I was in the bathroom of our bedroom, but I couldn't find my voice, my eyes darted around maniacally, looking for escape and my heart raced as though it would burst right through my chest, frightened, and disheveled.

I managed to tie the towel around my chest in an attempt to go to him, when the door to the bathroom swung abruptly, hitting hard across my cheekbone and I crashed violently against the tiles, intensifying the pains I had been inflicted.

"So you're here, you this good for nothing b!tch, and you allow me scream your name like an imbecile?" He yelled, making me cringe with anxiety.

"I- I'm not," I muttered weakly.

"Say whatever nonsense you have to say, before I lose it and I make you meet my fists," he threatened and I dared not test his patience a second longer because I knew he would do far worse than he had said.

“I can't say anything, I'm weak, too weak to talk and it's your fault. You should treat me like a human too. I'm woman, a woman who only wants be loved,” I said within myself gazing at his blurry eyes with fear.

"I'm-I'm sorry... I'm sick," I managed to say.

"You're sick? And it didn’t cross your mind that I needed to know? You want people thinking I'm maltreating you, is that it. You didn't tell me about your illness, so when you die, they'd say I killed you?" He growled at my face angrily.

“Of course you are maltreating me and if I die, you killed me. Would you have said something different? My spirit will hunt you and make sure you have no peace,” I said but only in my head.

"No-I'm-I'm sorry my Alpha," I apologized.

"What if you're pregnant? Yes, you could be pregnant," he said as he hurled me from the ground with one hand. "Behave like a Luna that you are. You don't even know how to behave like a Luna," he hissed as he dragged me to the bedroom.

“I'm not a Luna, I don't want to be a Luna, I don't even know why I am here and how to get out of this mess my greedy father and his callous wife pushed me to at a tender age,” I rebelled in my mind, but who am I to say it out?

I wanted to tell him I wasn't pregnant, but he wouldn't let me talk. He was bent on making me suffer.

As he was pulling me to the bedroom, my towel loosened. He pushed me to the bed without taking a second glance at my body. He went to the wardrobe and brought out a beautiful blue gown he bought for me at the last year festival.

"Put it on," he instructed, throwing it at my face.

I managed to stand up and wore the cloth for him. I turned to the standing mirror in our room to look at myself, but I couldn't recognize the person I was seeing. I had become less than a shadow of myself.

"Are you deliberately waiting for me to remind you to wear your makeup?" He screamed, slicing through my chain of thoughts.

I almost convulsed at the sound of his voice. I rushed to the dressing table and wore my makeup, just the way he likes it. When I was done he brought out a bottle of cologne and made me wear it.

I never liked the smell of that cologne, but he liked it, so I had no choice in the matter, I can't complain, could I? Who was I to complain?

"These heels will match," he said as he gave me his favorite shoes, the only pair I disliked the least. It was a pair of silver glassy shoes. My legs were hurting from the last time he pushed me, but I dared not say a word about it.

I wore them and he looked at me in pure contempt. He has always been like that, wanting me to look like I have the world at my beck and call whenever we were outside.

"Now let's go," he ordered and like a child following her father, I trotted behind him with my hurting legs without complaint. "Is that how you walk? Is that how a Luna walks?" He barked angrily.

"N-no my Alpha," I replied bowing humbly.

I'm not allowed to call him any other name apart from my Alpha, whenever we were in the house, but when we were outside or we have guests, I call him all the sweet names I can think of.

"We are going out, so you don't have to call me your Alpha. Call me your love, baby, sweetheart and all the sweet names you can remember. I don't have to remind you these things." He growled.

"Y-Yes my love."

"Better don't go out there and start stuttering like a half-twit," he said and I nodded.

Soon we were on our way to the hospital. We were both seated at the back seat of his limo while his personal driver was driving us.

When we got to the hospital, the doctor carried out some test on me and before long the results were ready. I was visibly shaking, hoping I would be pregnant so I'll be free from his torture and abuse.

We were at the pack doctor's office some moments after the test waiting for him when he arrived with an envelope, probably containing the results of my test.

"I'm sorry Alpha Storm Holmes, but your wife is not pregnant," he said with regret in his voice. Immediately my mate turned to me and gave me a stern look.

"Why then did you lie to me that you were pregnant?" He asked and I bowed my head.

"Thank you doctor," he said and they exchanged handshakes.

"Thank you doctor," I said and followed my mate out.

Our drive to the estate was quiet and uncomfortable. When we got home, we walked straight to the bedroom and I sat down on the bed immediately, as I was too weak to stand for one more second because I was feeling exhausted.

"You're not even productive. Three years, three good years, in fact almost four years and you are still not doing anything about your infertility. I blame myself for accepting garbage like you from your useless, worthless, godforsaken, pauper father and his good for nothing, greedy wife," he said and walked out of the room.

Actually, I couldn’t blame him for insulting my father, he deserved whatever the Alpha said about him or does to him. My father gave me to him without thinking about how I felt and what will become of me.

My mom died when I was eight and within the space of one year, my dad married another woman, a wicked witch who made life unbearably miserable for me. I always wanted to run out of the house, but I had no means of escape.

I don't know how my dad became indebted to the late Alpha Holmes, but the Alpha left the money for him and told him to forget about paying it.

After he died and his son Storm took over, he started threatening my dad with death, if he doesn't pay the money.

My dad and his wife agreed to use me as a means of paying their debt since the Alpha didn't meet his fated mate and I hadn't met mine.

I was happy the Alpha was marrying me, so I couldn't at least leave my dad's house and all the suffering I was experiencing, but I never knew what was waiting ahead of me was worse than whatever I could imagine.

I was still lost in thought when I started feeling sharp pains in my heart, it felt like an arrow was pierced through it causing unusual electric shock. I was feeling painful pleasures like someone was thrusting in and out of me and ripping off my heart at the same time. Alpha Storm Holmes was having s3xual i*********e with one of his numerous girlfriends, as usual.

That wasn't the first time he was cheating on me. I supposed to have gotten used to it by now, but how can a living creature get used to pains?

I squeezed myself on the bed to cry, holding my chest the way I usually do whenever he did it. I was already expecting it because I wasn't pregnant.

The pains continued for about fifteen minutes and stopped. It soon started again. It went on and on and on until I was too weak to cry.

River my wolf was nowhere to be found as she was also too weak to do anything... I felt my head aching so badly, I felt my heart throbbing in my chest, I was feeling dizzy.... This time it was different, I felt my whole world crumbling before me in many pieces

I was still lost in my chain of thought when I felt weak and unable to remember anything around me. Soon I felt sleep taking over me and I drifted into Dreamland.