Muted Mate

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Old Home And New Nightmares

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After I told Kyle about being pregnant, a smile lit up his face, from ear to ear, I swear he didn't stop smiling all day and night.

Today, I'm going to my parents house, my mom wants to see me, and I figured I would tell her the news of the pregnancy, and her new grandchild.

I knock on the door of my old home, with shaking hands. The door opens, and the smell of cinnamon instantly hits me. Then I look up and stumble back in fear. My dad towers over me, a smirk on his face. "Welcome home sweet heart" he say's roughly.

I begin to feel my palms sweat, and my heart race, my eyes roam around, trying to escape his vicious gaze. I smell my mothers sweet scent of lilacs and instantly feel relieved.

"Hi Beth! Oh darling you look gorgeous!" She says warmly, pushing past my dad, and engulfing me in a tight hug.

I walk inside and we sit at the dinner table, were dinner is set out. My favorite too. Lasagna, salad and home made bread sticks.

I smile and my sit across from my mom, and my dad sits next to her. "So sweetie.." My mom starts while getting some salad "How are you liking your new home? How's you and your mate?"

I take a bite of a breadstick "It's good. I love it, and Kyle and I are great. Actually we have some news" I say

"And what's that?" my dad asks looking at me with those dark brown eyes, that have always scared me.

"Well.. Um.. Im .. We're expecting.." I stutter out nervously

"Wait so your .. Your pregnant?!" My mom squeals excitedly

I nod my head and smile, while taking a sip of my tea. "Oh my god. Congratulations!!" My mom says, with tears in her eyes "My first grand baby"

My dads eyes, burn into me, he forces a smile "Congrats" he says.

Then I hear his voice. Deep, dark, and raspy. 'You don't deserve this child. Or happiness. Or even your mate. You ungrateful b***h' he says in the mind link so only him and I can hear 'Your going to be a terrible mother, just like you were a daughter'

I set my fork down "May I be excused?" I ask quietly.

"Of course sweetie" my mom says

I stand up and walk to the bathroom and lock the door. My reflection looks back at me in the mirror. My long hair looks limp, and my eyes dull, scared. I splash some cold water on my face, and then open to door to my dad standing there.

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I step back into the bathroom. "Where's mom?" I ask scared

"She ran to the store real quick to get something for desert" he says smirking "Giving us some time alone"

He pushes me into the bathroom and shuts the door, then grabs a fistful of my hair making me cry out. "Alpha Kyle got you, now I want a piece of you, you broken b***h" My dad spits in my face "Besides, surprisingly you have a nice body"

I shudder in disgust and back into the wall. My dad puts his hand under my dress and I slap his hand away causing him to growl. He begins kissing me roughly on the neck making me want to barf.

Tears stream down my face "Don't cry darling. This will be over as fast as it begins"

Then my dad roughly tanks my dress up and I hear his pants unzip and then I feel him inside me.

I scream at the top of my lungs, and scream for help to Kyle. Finally my dad stops. He zips his pants up and then slaps me across the face. "Don't tell anyone or that baby of yours will be gone"

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Out of all things my father could have done to me. He chooses to r**e me. Chose to scar me emotionally. His own daughter .. So here I lay. In my shower, after Kyle came and picked me up. I haven't said a word to him or even anyone yet.

I lay here, crying silently, my wolf whimpering to be comforted by our mate, to be held, to forget about the nightmares sure to come tonight, and tomorrow, and for a while

I begin to sob harder, my sobbing becomes hoarse, my eyes become so blurry with tears, my skin all wrinkled from being in the shower for far to long, my legs weak with fatigue, and head pounding with a migraine.

I keep hearing his voice, his warning. Over and over again in my head. "Don't tell anyone or that baby of yours will be gone"

If even possible, I cry harder. Curling up into a tighter ball, squeezing my legs to my chest, fear grasping me in its embrace.

I want to scream. Shout for help. Kill my father. Make him pay for what he did to me. For all those years of abuse, I never. Ever. Thought he would touch me inappropriately.

"Beth baby" I hear Kyle's worried voice, I can clearly tell he's been crying.

I look up at him. His usually beautiful and bright eyes, are dull, sad.

He shuts off the shower and grabs a towel from the rack and wraps it around me, picking up my fragile, broken body and holding me close to his warm, muscular body.

He lays me in bed and dries me off as I stare blankly into space. Kyle grabs me a pair of underwear, a bra and one of his over sized shirts and helps dress me.

I look at him sadly, broken. "Beth what happened at your parents? Your mom doesn't even know and your father acted clueless. Was it him?" Kyle says sadly, and gently "Please talk to me darling"

Kyle sighs and a tear slips from my eye and Kyle wipes it away, and holds me tightly to his body.

"Sleep princess" Kyle whispers kissing my head.

I close my eyes, and darkness engulfs me, and I slip into oblivion, my only safe place right now.