I pulled open a drawer and took out six white envelopes. Beyond betrayal coursed through my body when I originally found them. Why didn’t she tell me? I took out each photo and laid them out, writing facing up.
C. U. S.
C. U. I. 2.
C. U. I. 1.
Y. H. 3
Y. H2.
L. T. A. D.
See you soon.
See you in two weeks.
See you in one week.
You have three days.
You have two days.
Less than a day.
Once I found them it took about an hour to figure it out. Then- that fucker sent me his video two days ago, confirming what I said. He flipped Violet on her back, undoing two of her ties, and whipped her back.
Her battered wrists were so slim.
He said she was too stupid to figure it out, so he told her- then punished her. She was so conditioned. She laid there and took it. Her free hand discreetly held her stomach as tears flowed down her cheeks. Each time she whimpered, he’d grab his knife and cut small slashes.
I never wanted to murder every being yet die more than I did in that moment. Every cut on her, every whip, every hit- I felt. I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it or not- but I swear I felt it. I’ve been whipped before- I hated that she had to endure it.
I went fucking crazy when I woke up and didn’t feel, smell, or see her. I discovered the drugs and the woman in my bed- rage took over. Garret stopped me from killing her- instead we sent her to a pack in Missouri.
Zaxton wanted to slit her throat. He’s been hiding out most of the day- utterly broken at the loss of Violet. He’d surface back up when we’d watch those videos.
I got up from my seat and left my office. I couldn’t do this. It was about one in the morning. I went to her bedroom and laid on her bed. I miss her so fucking much.
Holy fucking hell.
She’s carrying my baby.
… Our baby…
When Reseda did her first report with Violet- she clearly wrote Violet was infertile. She deemed the possibility of children a rarity. I was angry at that. But- it made sense. She was raped countless times- but never got pregnant.
It could’ve been the wolfsbane. He started that when she was seventeen- as stated by him- because he got excited when she didn’t shift at sixteen. And she could’ve gotten pregnant, even if she was still a teenager.
But I’m convinced Violet’s pregnant. You can see the most trivial bump forming.
He was barely feeding her actual food, just shots that kept her level there and her wolf weak. That would hurt our baby just as much as it was to my Flower. She wasn’t even getting water. He’d grab a fucking spray bottle, hold open her mouth and give her like three sprays.
I grabbed one of her pillows and hugged it to me. I took a deep breath- her scent was so fucking faint, but it was something.
I knew she didn’t know about the cameras he hid- how he got the photos. One on the top of her window and one above the bathroom door. They covered the whole room, watching her the whole time.
A growl left my lips instinctively. My nails extended and dug into the pillow. I blinked a few times to bring myself back.
( ‘I fucking want mate!’ ) Zaxton was howling inside.
It’s been nine days since I last saw her- Christopher has held her for eight. Touching her and torturing her. I regret leaving her after she cut again- I should’ve gone to bed with her. Held her till there wasn’t a bad thought left in her mind.
But I was pissy at her actions. I was mad at what she did and I didn’t consider what was going through her. I was mad at her and I shouldn’t have been. I should’ve helped her. Understand what was going through her traumatized head.
… And now she’s gone…
Tears slowly fell down my cheeks. I shoved my face in her pillow and cried like I was fucking two and was denied my favorite toy.
… My favorite Flower. My only Flower…
“Violet…” I whispered.
I wanted to hold her in my arms and never let her go. I haven’t slept. Garret forced me to take a sleeping pill yesterday, but other than that- I wasn’t sleeping. I couldn’t. My mind kept replaying what I watched.
I wanted to go on a walk with my Flower- whenever I couldn’t sleep or I was bored- I’d walk. I had Violet do that and it worked like a charm with her.
I wanted to slit my fucking throat. I had a constant migraine and it felt like someone was digging their claws into my heart. I fucking loathe it. If this was how she felt all those times- fucking God…
And I made fun of her, and I hurt her, and I could’ve helped her. But instead, I waited until she attempted fucking suicide.
Zaxton clawed in me at the memory.
If I knew that any of this shit was to come- I would’ve treated her differently from day fucking one. And that was a shit excuse but I had no more reason.
… And he fucking branded my mate…
Just that thought made Zaxton wrestle me for control. It could heal, but her wolf was weaker, and after this, I doubt she’d be the same. I could always order an ointment- it’d go away completely.