Mira’s Pov:
I tried to slope my hands and lift myself from the ground, but the pain was unbearable. Dealing with Nicholas feels like battling a demon, and I’m afraid of what Derrick will become when he discovers the truth.
The mere thought of it makes my bones grate and my stomach rumble. The pain shooting through my ribs from Nicholas’s kick is dreadful. He’s a demon, a brutal monster who doesn’t care about anyone’s feelings. I can’t endure this any longer, and I suddenly feel the urgency to reject him before his disastrous plan unfolds. I need to distance myself not only from Nicholas but also from his brother. I must reject Nicholas and sever this mate bond, even though I’m his Luna. I have to detach myself from this family and anything associated with them. My well-being comes first.
“Haa…..!!” Using my last strength, I forced myself out of the floor. Lurching and shuddering, placing my hand on the wall I used them for support to reach my end. With wobbly legs, I proceeded with my plan of meeting Nicholas and rejecting him.
With every step, I clung to the brick walls, afraid to let go and risk losing my balance. The pain in my bones reminded me to proceed with caution, not wanting to worsen my condition. I moved slowly, mindful of each movement to avoid making it worse.
Nevertheless, gritting my teeth in pain, I proceeded with my walk. I wanted to walk faster to avoid colliding or bumping into anyone in this hallway but the pain within me wasn’t helping the matter. Trying to take one step faster causes my whole body to ache, my body burns in severe pain, and my bones feel like they have been ripped out of my flesh.
I feel like I’m trapped in a living nightmare. It’s so hard, and I don’t know how much longer I can bear this torture. The only mistake I made was turning 18. It’s like my life took a dark turn after that, even though my 18th birthday itself wasn’t particularly eventful.
That day, my 18th birthday was supposed to be a celebration of life, but instead, it became the start of my personal torment. It felt like my fate took a sharp turn down a destructive and painful path.
I feel so alone in this terrifying world, with only my loyal wolf by my side. Every morning, I wake up with a sense of dread, knowing that another day of anguish and pain awaits me. Ever since I turned 18, my life has been turned upside down. Finding my mate was supposed to be the happiest moment of my life, but it has become the worst thing that has ever happened to me.
It’s like living in a never-ending nightmare, filled with agony and despair. Other she-wolves find joy in their mates, but my situation is different. I’m trapped in a loveless marriage with my demon mate, and to make matters worse, I’m also mated to his twin brother. The constant torment, both physical and emotional, is pushing me to the edge. I fear that if this continues, it will only lead me to an early grave.
Every passing day feels like a painful twist in my heart, and I can’t remember the last time I truly felt happiness. I try my best to hold back the tears that threaten to escape, but my constant sobbing has left my eyes red and swollen.
Reaching the black giant door, with a throbbing heart I stared at the door that leads to the room of my demon mate. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to turn and flee, but I couldn’t ignore the pounding in my chest. Fear gripped me as if my heart might actually leap out of my body.
This was the room where I was humiliated, this was the room where my mate banged different she-wolves. My heart wrenched as I thought of him and other girls having sex, where he always gives them cool and mindblowing sex but the first time he touched me, he ended up raping me. He took me out of my own free will, he rough-handled me like I was a piece of trash.
Though I wasn’t pretty or had a killer body, but I always wished that my mate would cherish and adore me. A sob escaped my throat as the events of the previous day flooded my head on how he assaulted and tossed me away like a piece of trash, he pushed me away like a scrap. My presence and existence disgusted him, and I turned out to be his punching bag.
Raising my hands to knock, my hands felt heavy or even to move. Sliding down, I squatted as I placed my hands on my knees and let out all my frustration, the pains that I couldn’t endure anymore, the emotions that I couldn’t seem to have control over.
The unweaving pain that always seems to stare me in the face, my world felt like they were spinning. I wanted to run into my bed and cover myself with the duvet as I wept my eyes out but my whole body aches for me to stand up. My body seemed like it was in control of itself because no matter how much I screamed and yelled for it to move, it couldn’t dare to move or even turn.
I feel numb and weak, unable to endure the pain of squatting again. I sit on the floor, not caring about how I look. All I know is that I don’t feel appealing at this moment.
“I have never looked appealing, moron,” I sadly mocked myself.
My eyes are dry too, and tears won’t come out. They’re reddish and look lifeless as I rest my head on his door, questioning my existence.
“Why did the moon goddess choose this path for me? Why is my fate different?” With a sore throat, I painfully murmured.
Heaven is still in pain, who could be happy when her mate doesn’t want them? Other mated she-wolves are happy even the chosen ones but here I am not feeling that atom of peace or happiness. Why me….!!? My heart is fucking heavy and I don’t know how long I can continue to push through this all alone. This is the worst wish anybody would make in life, this is not life but a pit of hell.
This is the part of hell that feels even deeper, where the fire never seems to cease. The burning sensation consumes me every second, minute, day, week, and month. If I’m not careful, it could stretch into years.
” I might be dead before it reaches years because I can’t see myself surviving this if it continues……..”