WARNING!! This book may be very triggering for some. It will get very dark. If you can't handle these type of situations please do not continue. I do not want anyone to be triggered or relapse in any way.

Felicity's POV

Oh no, how could this be? I never thought he would find her. I growled under my breath. This is not happening. He will not be with that...that...slut! Yeah it's hypocritical, but I have done everything I can to keep him away from those other girls.

She will not have him. He is mine! I can see the rest of the pack is beginning to notice what is happening and have figured out who she is since they could probably hear the sound of our Alpha's heart beat a mile a minute. I could feel my wolf Wind begin to get angry and growl in my head. She did not like this anymore than I did. Neither of us want to get beaten again. My body has enough scars as it is. I don't need to add on to last night's bruises that sit just on the lower left side of my ribs and the scars that run just along my inner thighs. He doesn't need to hear about this, but from what I can gather through the pack link, it may already be too late. I don't want it to happen. Please let it be that he was sleeping and he won't hear about the mishap at school once he wakes up.

I can just feel a mountain of dread and fear gather in the lower part of my stomach. All I can do now is cross my fingers and hope.

*****

I got home from at 1:30pm, after my last class. I didn't want to sit there to watch what would happen between Warren and his "mate". Scoff, the slut.

After Warren had finally gotten over the initial shock he leaned over and tried to grab my hand but I just tore it out of his grip as a low growl passed my lips. I know he loves me but right now I am just too scared and worried to realize that that action would push him further away from me and deeper into her arms. Part of me knows it is pointless, as I looked into his eyes and saw my pain reflected in his. He didn't want to hurt me. Well he didn't have to worry about that. Nothing was going to separate us and I was going to make sure of that. Looking into his eyes, I could see determination. I got to thinking that maybe he would reject her. I make a sound of relief, hearing it he cracks a smile knowing I understand him.

I shake my head to focus back on the present. I need my senses to be on high alert to survive what I had a feeling would come next. As I walked in my house I tried to quietly sneak upstairs, hopefully he's still sleeping. As I slowly walk past the dining room and towards the stairs all of a sudden there is a "crack!", and I realize I am now on the floor. "He knows, he knows!" My wolf whimpers in my head, knowing what is to come next. I try to pick myself up off the floor but I feel my hair being grabbed and I'm being dragged to his office. I can feel the beginning of tears pooling in my eyes. I can't take this. Please don't let it be too bad this time.

My house is large. The size of a small mansion. The trip to his office was quite long, I could feel some of my hair being pulled out as he drags me along the floor. I bite my lip to hold in my cries. I know if I make any sound it will only make things worse. I can feel the inside of my cheek start to bleed from the force with which I am clenching my jaw. Don't let the tears fall, don't let the tears fall. Finally we reach his office and he throws me in and I slam against the small couch in the room. My hair was released in the toss and I can feel my head begin to throb from the pain it had recently suffered.

I see him walk to his desk and pull out the large carving knife I know he keeps in there, just for me. He likes to show it off to his friends and talks about the damage he has done to animals with it. What they don't know is that the knife has never been used outside of this house. It is a weapon that has my name practically carved into it and my blood splotched on it.

He walks towards me with the knife held in his hand with a menacing smile on his face, the caring man I once knew completely gone from him after she died.

"Take your shirt off", he tells me.

Slowly I reach up knowing what is to come. But suddenly my thoughts change and fear fills me as he says something he's never said before.

"Now take off your sad excuse of a bra."

I stare at him in horror, he's never done this before. He has never been this angry. I have no idea what to expect. Slowly I move my hands to unclasp my bra, memories that haunt me from my past come crashing down on me and I begin to shake uncontrollably.

"Hurry up! Stop taking so long and take it off, if I have to take it off for you, you will not be happy."

With my shaking fingers I finally unclip it and remove the straps as I pull it down my arms. I crouch there in front of him humiliated.

"Lie down" he commands. Him being the head warrior of our pack, I try to fight his command with everything I have and move my hands to cover my breasts, but it's impossible to ignore the command, the natural pull to obey is too strong even when I hate myself for following it.

He takes a few steps forward and slaps me across the face, hard. I sway to the side and collapse on my elbow. I hiss in pain. He comes forward the rest of the way and shoves me onto the ground. He then drags me to the vent that is to the side of the couch and cuffs me to it. With the hidden restraints that would only be visible if you looked really hard and knew what you were looking for.

I was lying on the floor with my arms spread eagle above my head, he comes and crouches over me with his legs on either side of my hips. He places his left hand on my shoulder, holding the knife in his right disabling me to make any movement. With the menacing smile still on his face, he leans forward and focuses on my breasts bringing the knife along the skin cutting and mutilating the skin. He carves a cut around my nipples on both breasts and to this I scream out in pain and beg him to stop. He continues to run the knife around my nipples and crisscrossing along my breast. I look down at them, almost crying out. They don't even look like breasts anymore. I've never felt this horrible. I've never felt this disgusting. Why is he doing this?! Why is he hurting me in a way he never has before?

It is not my fault what happened earlier. I cannot help the attraction between mates! Why is this happening to me?

How can the one man who is meant to love me and take care of me in my life, hurt me like this?

He hates me and I have no idea why or how to stop him. I have come to accept that this is my life with him now. Love has never been a factor here.