The Alpha Queens Broken Mate

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Excoriate: [ to denounce or berate severely; flay verbally ]

Reign's POV

"Sir?" I hear as a knock echos through the room. 

"Enter," he grunts removing the knife from my mouth. "What is it?" The man slowly enters, saying something into his ear, his eyes on the floor in a sign of respect this excuse of a man doesn't deserve. "Put her in the holding cell, we'll be down soon," he says, a scary smile crossing over his face as he keeps eye contact with me, the younger man nods before exiting, closing the door behind him. "How I have a treat for you." He smiles evilly, cutting my restraints. 

I follow his orders as he tells me to get up and follow him, but as soon as I go to walk he pushes me to the floor and orders me to crawl, I whisper softly when he steps on my fingers before following out of the room only to be met by stairs which were a huge pain to crawl down when he was walking much faster than I could crawl. After the stairs we went down so many corridors, entering doors and exiting them, turning left and right for what felt like eons. 

By the time we made it to our destination my knees and palms were rubbed so bad they were bleeding, but he didn't care he only held the door for me before slamming it shut and locking it. In front of me was the woman from earlier who tried to calm me when I was whipped, she looked at me with tears in her eyes, her hair now cropped short against her head and her body beaten worse than what it originally was. 

"Tell us what you did, w***e," he snapped loudly at the poor girl making her whimper loudly. 

"I-I'm sorry, alpha, please," she begs her eyes wide and tear filled. 

"I said tell me what you did! Not beg me for mercy!" He snaps, stepping forward and slapping her across the face. 

"Don't hurt her," I say, my voice croaky as I attempt to stand and protect the poor girl. 

"Don't tell me what to do! What have I told you about telling me what to do?!" He tells turning to me and slapping me like he did the girl. 

"P-Please, don't hurt her, w-whatever you were going to-to do to her d-do to me," I say, trying to sound demanding but my voice betrays me. 

"How about? No." He deadpans, slapping me again then moving closer to the girl. 

"Leave. Her. Alone!" I yell standing and jumping on his back to try and throw him off balance but he just yells for guards who come in and pull me off of him before holding me against the floor but having my head turned so I had to watch him. 

"You stupid slut!" He yells stomping his boot into the back of my knee making me howl in pain, I went to shift but the familiar sting of the collar around my throat stopped me from doing so. "Now you get to watch what I do to her." He laughs before repeatedly hitting the girl, I loudly protest, ignoring the pain it brings, and try to move but have no luck. 

After what felt like hours of being held to the floor he finally orders the men to let go of me, I immediately rush to the nameless girls side, ignoring the excruciating pain in my knee, and try and help her, she cries as I hold her in my arms, brushing back her shorn hair and cooing her softly. He lets me have my peace for a few minutes before the men take the girl from me again, I scream out as they do so, trying to stop them but he holds me back. 

"Leave her alone please, she's hurt," I beg, trying to get to her but he just holds he tighter against him while retrieving something from the back of his pants. 

"No," he answers simply which makes me start to scream and sob, struggling against me but everything stops when he presses cold metal against my temple. "Don't make me do it, slut." He whispers, I cry as he moves the gun in front of me and forces my hand under his, my finger on the trigger. "Now you will do as I say." He spits, before loving the aim of the gun over to the girl stuck in the guards grip. 

"No," I wail, trying to pull the gun away, but my weak body was nothing compared to his. 

"Pull the trigger, Reign," he says dangerously calm, I shake my head in response which makes him start to press on the finger over the trigger. 

"No!" I cry as the gun fires and a bullet lands in the girls chest, he lets go of me after that, having a tight grip on the gun as I scutter to where the girl lays, her chest moving ruggedly. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I cry, holding the girl against me. 

"I-it's okay," she chokes. 

"I'm sorry," I sob. "May-May the moon goddess protect yourself s-soul." 

"Thank you." She smiles one last time before she stops breathing, I scream out as she does so, physically feeling her bond break due to being the person she was closest to in her last moments. I scoop as much of her body into my arms as I sob, cradling her against me while screaming at him and the guards who laugh at me. 

"Come, w***e," he orders, but I shake my head holding onto the girls lifeless body tighter. "I said come!" He yells, I stay where I am not moving. He growls loudly before stomping over grabbing ahold of my hair and dragging me away from the dead, innocent girl, I kick and scream as he does so grabbing at his hand to try and loosen his grip but to no avail. 

"How could you? You killed her!" I yell, as he throws me against the end of the bed frame. 

"No, I didn't kill her, you did," he says spitting on me. "You pulled the trigger! You killed her!" He yells kicking me in the stomach. 

"f**k you!" I scream. "I didn't kill her! You forced me!" 

"But you did it! You killed her! Not me, I just helped!" He yelled back kicking me again before grabbing rope from the bed and trues to tie my hands. I struggle as he does so before he pushes me onto my stomach, holding my arms over my head and tying them with ease. He then pulls me back up and ties another rope around my wrists and the bed, securing me to the frame, I tug on the ropes harshly, trying to get out of the ropes but the only tighten with each pull. "You killed her." He sneers down at me, moving to tie my feet together, I start to cry at the fact, my finger was on the trigger, I had the gun in my hand. 

It was my fault.

I start to cry harder and harder until I'm in hysterics, his hands still tying ropes around my legs, then tying them to the other side of the bed frame, completely restricting me from moving. "I killed her." I sob, he nods, another one of his wicked smiles on his lips. 

"Yes you did, you killed her," he says before standing, flicking the lights off and crawling into the bed, the room completely black due to the dark night sky. I cry for hours after that, my mind convinced I killed the poor girl before eventually my mind flicks off and I'm unconscious.