The Cursed Alphas Abused Mate

Esme's POV

The force of the slap caused me to fall over completely, my vision blurry with pain and tears.

After lacerating my back with heated, broken glass, I thought he would be satisfied but of course not, he wouldn't stop until I passed out completely. Which won't take too long from the look of things.

He stepped on my copiously bleeding back and I screamed loudly, unable to hold back the pain.

"Pl….. Please….. please stop Alpha, I can't take it anymore." I begged helplessly, my voice barely above a whisper.

He suddenly stopped and pulled me up by my hair, pushing me against the stone cold wall of the dungeon.

I groaned, realizing my body was starting to give out and I feared that I might not wake up this time.

He grabbed my chin and forced me to look into his eyes, which had a wicked red glint, a sign that his wolf was at the surface.

"Do you know why I haven't killed you yet?" He suddenly asked and the only thing I could do was shake my head with what little opportunity his grip provided.

"Because killing you would be my defeat, I won't let you die so easily bitch. Your parents murdered the love of my life in cold blood and I'll make you pay for every single second of your life. I'll make you suffer so much that you'll beg for death but I won't let it come close to you." He growled and I shivered, my vision blurry.

Pain is all I've known my entire life but the Alpha manages to come up with new ways to torture me. The hell never seems to end.

He turned to leave but the words escaped my mouth before I could stop myself.

"Why me?"

He paused without turning around to look at me.

"Why do I have to suffer for my parents' mistakes? I've been imprisoned and tortured my entire life but I've never committed any crimes." I croaked, sick of quietly bearing the abuse.

If this was going to be the end, then I would at least like to die on my own terms.

I could see his knuckles tighten almost painfully before he turned around to face me.

"Do you really want to know?" He asked, a sinister smile forming at the edge of his lips.

It almost made my skin crawl and at that moment, I regretted asking.

He moved closer to me in one swift motion and my heart nearly stopped.

He closed whatever gap that was left between us, bringing his lips closer to my ear.

"You're being punished because you share the same blood with them, bitch." He whispered into my ear before biting hard on my earlobe and I bit painfully on my lower lip, trying to hold back my scream as more tears poured down my cheeks.

He moved backwards a bit, taking a look at me while I kept my eyes glued to the floor.

"Till now, you've only known physical pain and that's why you still have the gall to talk back to me but this will change soon.

On your 18th birthday, you'll become the Pack's whore." He spoke.

"No." I mumbled, all my strength fleeing me.

He ran a callused hand from my neck down my exposed chest.

He suddenly grabbed both my nipples, pinching them hard. I couldn't hold back my scream.

"This dirty little body of yours will be used by every man in the Pack, anytime they desire and if you refuse, you'll be raped brutally so it would be better to give in and serve them if you wish to live." He said and twisted my nipples again painfully.

"Please stop, it hurts." I cried out dejectedly.

"It should. You'll learn to love pain by the time I'm done with you and you'll live the rest of your life to serve me and this Pack. You have no idea the horrors I have in store for you." He spoke menacingly and finally let go of my nipples.

They were hard, red and swollen from his abuse.

"You slut, you're not supposed to be enjoying this. You claim to hate the pain but look how hard your nipples are, I wonder how wet you must be underneath despite all this pretense." He mocked cruelly and all I could do was cry.

I can bear the pain but not this humiliation. I don't want to be used and passed around like a whore, I want to be free, I want to be…….loved and, and be happy…

The physical and emotional pain combined finally becomes too much for my fragile body to bear and before I can help it, I find myself falling.

I hit the ground hard, but it didn't hurt, everything had suddenly gone numb and the whole world was becoming white.

Maybe this is it, I can, I can finally find peace, away from this world and all its cruelty……

*****

The rattling of the dungeon door forced my eyes open.

My heartbeat accelerated with each second as the door rattled and opened agonizingly slow. Is he back to finally finish me off?

I released a breath when I realized it was only Kyra, my friend. She came in and closed the door behind her before crouching down to hug me. I winced when her hand came in contact with my bloodied and mutilated back, she quickly backed away, throwing me an apologetic look.