KEILAH
I writhed beneath him, my body convulsing with a mixture of pain and terror. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I clung desperately to the faint hope that this nightmare would end. But each thrust only drove me deeper into the abyss of despair, shattering any semblance of resistance I had left.
His grip on me was relentless, his movements fueled by a dark desire that overshadowed any trace of humanity. I felt like prey ensnared by a predator, powerless to escape the relentless onslaught of his lust.
I closed my eyes tightly, trying to block out the torment assaulting me from every angle. But the images seared into my mind, haunting me with their brutality.
As the torment continued, I felt a surge of anger rise within me, defiance burning like a flame in the depths of my despair. But even as I summoned the strength to fight back, I knew it was futile. He held all the power, and I was nothing but a helpless victim in his grasp.
And so, I surrendered to the agony, allowing it to consume me entirely. In the lightness of the bathroom, I lost myself, shattered into fragments by the cruelty of his actions. In what seemed like an eternity, he began to tremble, and I could feel torrents of his semem surging wildly deep within me. He lingered there, immersed within me, for what felt like an eternity. And as he finally withdrew, leaving me broken and battered, I knew that I would never be whole again. My eyes felt heavy, and blackness enveloped me.
I woke up, a wave of weakness washed over me, tethering me to the bed. Blinking away the grogginess, I realized I was in Ralph’s room. Panic surged within me, igniting a jolt that propelled me upright, wincing at the discomfort between my legs.
My thoughts veered to the brutality I had experienced at his hands, and a shiver rippled down my spine. I couldn’t understand why he would force himself on me when he hated me. Was it always his intention? Did he do it to prove my suspicions wrong, or is this his usual behaviour? I wondered.
Pushing through the ache, I rose from the bed and shaffled into his bathroom, facing my reflection through the expansive mirror attached to the wall. I took in the sight of my body, marred by the marks he had left behind. Each one served as a stark reminder of his cruelty, a testament to his power over me. Anguish and revulsion welled up within me, threatening to consume the flicker of resilience that still burned within my soul. But even as I trembled under the weight of his cruelty, I refused to allow his darkness to snuff out the light that dwelled within me. If he has been doing this to other women, I will be the last one he ever does it to. From now on, I will be a constant source of discomfort for him, like a stone in his shoe.
With that vow, I stepped into his shower and indulged in a long, hot cleanse. Afterwards, I ventured into his closet and examined its contents. What I found was a collection devoid of colour, mirroring the bleakness of his soul, which had cast its shadow over mine.
Selecting a shirt at random, I couldn’t suppress a bitter laugh as it draped over me like a makeshift dress. As fuck as I hate the fact that I smell like him, I will Ignore it as long as my ambition prevails.
As I was exiting his closet, my eyes caught something peculiar nestled amidst the rows of shoes-a concealed door. Without a moment’s hesitation, I strode over, my curiosity piqued. As my fingertips grazed its surface, it swung open, revealing a clandestine passage beyond. My mind raced with the possibilities of what secrets lay hidden behind this unexpected find. Yet, as I stepped through, my excitement dwindled into disappointment and confusion. The passage led only to a hallway that circled back to my own room. It dawned on me then, the mystery of how he always seemed to reach my room so swiftly.
Hurriedly, I retreated to my room, slipping into underwear and fastening a bra and got my phone. It was past afternoon but I found no message nor a missed call from my aunt. Concern gnawed at me. Has something happened to her? Without delay, I swiftly called her but she wasn’t picking up. I hung up and sent a message:
“Hello, Aunt. Is everything alright?”
With that, I returned to Ralph’s room, carefully shutting the secret door behind me, and descended downstairs to look for him and start my mission of driving him crazy.
On my quest to find him, I stumbled upon Benita and her friends engaged in hushed conversation. Their conversation halted as their eyes scrutinized me from head to toe. Choosing to ignore their scrutiny, I strode past them, only to be rudely interrupted by Benita, who maliciously tripped me, causing me to fall awkwardly on my ankles, which promptly began to bleed. Despite the pain, I gritted my teeth and cleaned the wound, refusing to show any weakness.
Glaring up at her, I could see the resentment burning in her eyes. It was no secret that she harbored animosity towards me, and I knew precisely why. Rising to my feet, I leveled her with a defiant gaze, determined not to let her belittle me any further.
“Let this be the last time you dare to insult me, Benita,” I declared firmly, my voice laced with a simmering anger. I attempted to leave, but before I could make my escape, she yanked me back by the hair, her grip tight and unforgiving.
“What gives you the audacity to speak to me like this?” she spat, her voice dripping with contempt. “Is it because you’ve thrown yourself at the alpha? Do you think sleeping with him and wearing his clothes makes you special?”
I looked at her in shock. Her words cut deep, and for a moment, I felt the sting of tears threatening to surface. But I refused to let her see me falter. Squaring my shoulders, I met her gaze head-on. “Is it a crime to have sex with my boyfriend, oh no, my my mate and wear his clothes?” I countered, my voice steady despite the turmoil within. “You have no idea how it feels.” Do you?
Her expression morphed from smugness to rage, further fueling my resolve. “Why am I even bothering to ask?” I continued, my tone dripping with disdain. “You’re incapable of understanding such feelings.
Enraged by my defiance, Benita’s grip tightened on my hair, but fueled by the anger bubbling inside me, I retaliated, seizing her hair in return and forcefully pulling her down. The squabble escalated quickly, with blows exchanged and tempers flaring. Her friends intervened, attempting to pull me away, but the rage coursing through me was unyielding. I turned on them, gripping their hair in a desperate bid to reach Benita. She met my advance with equal ferocity, her eyes blazing with fury as she half shifted. But I was undeterred.
Just as I was about to lunge forward, strong hands seized me from behind, restraining me, while Zac intervened to hold Benita back.
“Let go of me! I’ll kill that bitch!” She roared, struggling against Zac’s hold.
“Likewise!” I shot back, my own rage unabated. “I’m done with your insults! If you can’t stand my presence, then tough luck, because I’m not going anywhere!” I came to stay. With the man you fought so hard and failed to get.
“Enough, both of you!” Zac’s voice cut through the chaos, but neither of us heeded his warning. We were consumed by our own fury, akin to two adversaries locked in a battle of wills.
Take her out of here, you mother fucking Andrew. Zac roared to my holder who roared back at him. You shouldn’t be saying it and just do it already, bastard. Take your crazy sister out of here.
I watched as Benita got dragged away. But even as she was pulled from here, my anger simmered, urging me to follow and settle the score. “That goddamn bitch,” I muttered under my breath, my words dripping with venom.
“Will you let me down?” I said to my holder, my voice sharp. With a nod, he released me, and as I turned, I found myself momentarily stunned by his striking appearance.
“Are you calm now?” he asked, breaking through my thoughts. I ignored his question, my mind still reeling from the intensity of the situation. Instead, I moved aimlessly, my emotions swirling inside me.
Stopping amidst the watching members, I felt their gazes upon me. “What are you all staring at?” I snapped, my voice echoing through the house. “Haven’t you ever seen a human stand up to a werewolf? Or do you want a piece of me too?”
A low whistle broke through the tension, and I turned to see my handsome holder offering a wry grin. “Cool down, beautiful,” he remarked, his tone laced with amusement.
Taking a deep breath, I reluctantly retraced my steps toward him. “I’m searching for your alpha,” I began, my tone laced with exasperation. “Have you seen him anywhere?
He’s not exactly my alpha, but he’s off attending to some alpha business,” he replied casually.
“Thank you,” I murmured, my gaze falling to the shattered remnants of my phone strewn across the floor.
Before I could step away for a breath of fresh air, Dahlia seized my hand and whisked me into an empty room, shutting the door behind us with a decisive click. My breath caught at the intensity in her eyes, as though she housed a second soul within her. As I opened my mouth to scream, she swiftly covered it with her hand, her touch surprisingly firm against my lips, while her other hand pressed gently against my belly.
“Let the baby form itself,” she whispered urgently, her voice tinged with an eerie certainty. “It will be the anchor amidst the looming chaos between you and him.”