Alpha's Bride

11-r**e

Late at night, the familiar feeling strikes again.

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by Arthur's lustful eyes.

"You..."

He didn't even have foreplay. His hand went straight into my underwear, and it made me shiver. It was like he really thought I was a prostitute.

“Arthur Brooksville, Wake Up!”

He was as mad as he had been when they first met. Arthur wasn't as calm and composed as usual. He was like a beast that was possessed by lust.

My refusal did not make him stop, he just let his desire, in my body wanton vent.

“Please, don't do this to me.”

Even if I told a lie, I wouldn't have to suffer.

But no matter what I said or did, I couldn't resist Arthur's one-sided abuse. It wasn't s*x, because s*x was at least consensual, and Arthur didn't listen to me, he was all over me like an animal.

Tears fall unconsciously, he suddenly stopped the action, lowered his head to kiss my tears, hoarse voice low you don't mean, “Don't Cry...”

It was he who did such a thing, and now he's telling me not to cry. He's such a mouse.

“I hate you, and I hate you more and more.”

I used to love him, but now I hate him. The Arthur I like is gentle and mature. He will take care of my mood, instead of enjoying the physical pleasure unilaterally.

“Come on, Arthur.”

He lowered his head and bit my neck. He didn't push, but I didn't like the feeling of being in control, and he wasn't going to let me go.

He pushed my blouse up to my chest, his big hand held my chest and squeezed it so hard that I felt nothing but humiliation. I don't know when this one-sided violence will end.

Just hold his head back and let him move like a log.

One or two days, and each time I awoke, it was long after. Leigh & Orange looked at me more and more strangely. He wanted to tell me something, but it was obvious that he had no control over Arthur's decisions.

When I woke up, Arthur was still gone.

He's like a John, who doesn't hesitate to leave once his condition is resolved.

I was ashamed of myself. Three years ago my father called me a lowly prostitute, and now I really am what he said, that despite the marriage, his behavior did not fulfill his duty as a husband.

Under the high intensity of violence, I finally fell ill.

During my illness, I never saw Arthur, and only leann, his housekeeper, did his duty.

“Ma'am, you need to stay in bed. It's not a good time to have sex.”

“No. Can I say no?”

I laughed wryly, my eyes filled with tears. Arthur didn't see me as a wife. He probably just wanted an outlet for his desires, that's all.

And I was the tool. The hooker spread her legs for money, and I didn't even have to pay.

The physical and psychological shock made my condition worse and worse, and I was in a coma for almost twenty hours a day.

It was horrible, and although I didn't want it to be like this, obviously I couldn't convince myself.

I was in a nightmare again, only this time it wasn't the werewolf in the first place, but Arthur, who had become a stranger. He looked at me coldly.

Clearly the distance of the body has been negative, but his eyes can not see any warmth.

“You're just a lowly w***e, do you know that? Your father sold you to me as an object. All you have to do is be my instrument of lust, because that's all you're good for.”

“No, it's not.”

I opened my mouth to retort, but was met with a hard slap.

He strangled me. “Don't forget who you are. You're just a w***e I bought with money. You can be replaced at any time.”

He was so cruel that he showed me no mercy.

As he said, he was like a client to a prostitute, no warmth, just venting.

My body has already overdrawn, when I weak to beg him for mercy, and so will only be more cruel violence, I can only silently bear everything.

I wish someone could save me if I could.

“Madam, Wake Up!”

Familiar voices rang in my ears. I thought I heard someone calling me, but how could anyone care about me? I was abandoned by my family, and now even Arthur didn't want me.

Nobody in the world likes me except Angelo.

“She can't go back into a deep coma. It could be serious!”

“Her ladyship is in a bad state of mind. I wonder if I should report her to the Master?”

Ears to hear the voices of the garrulous, noisy serious.

But I don't want to pay any attention to them, just want to hide in their own little corner, don't be found by anyone.

“Wake up, Lily.”

I felt someone kissing the back of my hand, so gently, so carefully, as if I were his most precious treasure.

Lily, my mother had named me. She called me Lily affectionately, but after her death, no one ever called me that again.

Except Arthur...

But I like Arthur has changed, he is no longer that gentle and considerate husband, replaced by the cruel and cruel werewolf.

The werewolf does not care about my vulnerability, he will only trample on my dignity again and again, violated me, Insult Me.

“Lily, I'm sorry you've been hurt so much,” a tear fell on the back of my hand, and I could hear the regret in his voice, “I shouldn't have come back. You wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me. Lily, please wake up and look at me. I promise I won't Hurt You Again.”

He was so sincere that he never stopped apologizing to me.

The familiar tone reminded me once again of the man I knew, my husband Arthur.

When I opened my eyes slowly, I saw his handsome face that was smiling through tears because of the surprise.

“Lily, you're awake!”

“You've been asleep for five days.”

He held my hand and rubbed it on his face. He could feel the roughness of his face on the back of his hand. He looked unkempt and had a green stubble on his face. I couldn't help but Dodge, and it was only then that he realized, i quickly took my hand away from his face.

“Lily, I'm just so happy!”

He seemed at a loss, and the memory of him seemed to return.

Is it a dream? But the feeling of touching him is so real.

Today Arthur looks very different, as if he had come back.

Whether it was because I was sick or because he remembered everything that had happened between us, I didn't know. I just stared at him silently, trying to read something in his face.

“Lily, are you still mad?”

Arthur spoke carefully. He didn't even dare to look me in the eye. “I've done a lot of terrible things to you. Please forgive me.”

His attitude was so humble, as if the events of the past had been a dream, and if it hadn't been for the physical trauma, I'm afraid I'd have thought it was a nightmare.

Strange to say, at first I held him will restore memory, become the person I know, but reality gave me a loud slap in the face.

Arthur has changed, or he never has, and that is what he really is.

The heir to the Brooksville family, how could he be a gentle man? When I understood this clearly, my fantasy about him was shattered, but his abuse of me was far from over.

During this time, I dare not even see the dark, because after dark, he will appear in my room, no matter how I beg for mercy, the result will not change.

I hate such a cruel Arthur, but can not push away, can only bear the pain, over and over again.

“Lily, don't shut me out.”

He kissed the back of my hand and apologized again and again, but I couldn't hear him.

If not the accident of this period of time, maybe I will still be the same as before, looking forward to his arrival, but now his appearance for me is just a nightmare.

I closed my eyes and didn't look at him. He sat beside me for a long time, until it was getting dark and my emotions were at a breaking point. Arthur stood up.

“Lily, I have to go.”

Is he leaving? Maybe it's just a diversion, like before, every night, he seems to be a different person, only cruel.

I held my hand tightly, my palms sweaty, but my face remained impassive, for fear that he would discover my fear.

Whether or not I get away with it today, I don't want to have anything to do with him.

He can possess my body, but he can not control my soul.

Not until the door closed did I open my eyes slowly.

Arthur left, the smell of his pheromones still in the air, faint and inauthentic, but with a hint of odour.

I opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling. I didn't know what to do. I just reached my limit.

I've been through this three years ago, and it's just a different person now.

Maybe I shouldn't have had any illusions about Arthur in the first place, knowing that he was Eve's husband and that I was just an impostor, but I fell into his trap of tenderness.

Calista, it's time to wake up.

My life doesn't belong here, and Angelo, he's waiting for me.

With that in mind, I'm not going to hesitate. I'm just going to get better, and then I'm going to wait for Angelo's surgery to be successful, and when I do, I'm going to take him away and never come back.

It sounds cruel, but it's the best thing for me and for him.

I had a wonderful month, during which I had no one to bother me, perhaps because I had suffered too much damage last time, or because Arthur was no longer interested in me, he may have found another woman outside.

Even though I know these things have nothing to do with me, I still feel bad about it. It's a terrible feeling to be out of control. I try to avoid it, even if it does occasionally happen.

Leigh & Orange doesn't tell me about Arthur, but every once in a while he looks at me like he has something to tell me, and he doesn't.

It Won't last long, because my Angelo is waiting for me.

Some not-so-good news came from my father, who was still unsettled by the matter of the heart. After all, the DeWitt family had fallen, and to go further, my father didn't seem to expect Angelo to get better, the child was a disgrace to him, and he certainly did not want such a child to live long.

“Father, if you don't solve Angelo's surgery soon, I think your marriage to the Brooksville family is over!”

Angelo is my life, and I will not let anyone hurt him, including my father.

“Calista, you can't talk to me like that. I'm your father!”

“Where were you four years ago when you kicked me out of the house and I was dying?”

I was always able to hit my father right where it hurt. It had been four years since I'd mentioned it.

For the past four years, there have been many things I can not go back to, such as my choice to keep Angelo, who has become the most important part of my life.

“Calista, you should know that I banished you from the family because of your shameful deeds and even because you were pregnant with your father's ill-fated child!”

“His name is Angelo, father, and I don't want to hear the word bastard in your mouth again.”

I picked up the coffee, put to the lips slowly taste, bitter taste in the tongue, with the unique mellow coffee beans.

But I am not in the mood to taste such delicious, today specially back to this home, just because I want to face him to clarify some things.

Like Eve, like Angelo, my father was so careful, he certainly wouldn't let anything go wrong.

“Calista, don't forget that you are my accomplice, and if the Brooksville find out that you are an impostor, it will not end well for you.”

“No matter how bad your life is, I've already experienced it. I Don't care, but you can't. Father, I know you value your family's reputation more than your life. Once the lie is exposed, do you think the DeWitt family will still be able to maintain its current status?”

Even the decaying aristocracy still enjoys some privileges, but when there is a high-profile scandal, the implications are quite different.

With Eve gone, he was unable to fulfill his promise of marriage, which would have had the same effect on the family, so he asked me to pretend to be Eve in order to connect with the Brooksville family, so that the dewitt family in the future competition for a little bit of life.

“Calista, I will find the heart for him. You Don't have to keep threatening me with this.”

“No, father, I'm just reminding you, never forget that a lie is a lie, and it will never be true.”

I am so cruel, after all, my body, and his blood flow.