Claimed By The Alphas

TRIVIAS POV.

Tension and fear washed through me while I remained seated, my fingers stuck in my teeth as I chewed on my fingertips nervously. I clutched hard to the ends of the sofa, worried at what my fate was to be.

I looked down again at my lap and then trailed my hands across my neck. The bruises were not fully healed and were terribly sore, and without doubt I knew the chances of getting beaten were high once again.

Worry thugged at my heart as it pounded hard against my chest. I fondled the envelope as I retraced the letter in my head.

„SERUM PREGNANCY TEST, NEGATIVE."

The door pushed open on cue, and my heart sank in my chest. How time had passed. Goosebumps crept over my skin as I wondered how I became scared of someone whom I once had butterflies for. The feelings were lost, from love to fear.

„How was your day, honey?" I called out hastily and panicked. I hesitated for a bit and proceeded to take the bag in his hands.

„Oh, get off me, you hypocrite." He yelled angrily. Just then, I realized the look of disgust on his face as he stared down at me. Bitterness etched down my throat as I tried to control my fear.

„I got a call from the doctor." My heart picked up its pace-perhaps it was better; he heard himself rather than me saying the words.

„The results?" He asked, although he probably knew what the response was already.

"Negative Embry, but I promise next time." He held up his palm against my face as sweat trickled down from my forehead, folded the hems of his shirt, and placed his briefcase down.

"come here!" He ordered, and a mist of tears formed in my eyes as I tried hard to have them held in. It was about to be a disaster. I spent all day praying to the moon goddess that some sort of miracle happened, but I was wrong. For all it was worth, he remained a monster.

„Closer,"  he added. My feet were shaky with each step I took, and soon I was merely a few inches away from him.

"Now tell me, what have I not done for you?" His voice was low, cold, and menacing. I grew bitter with each passing second. It was down to my ruins; I could not help it.

"Nothing," I responded. I knew they were lies. Maybe if he had asked me this very question five years ago, my response might have been different, but not anymore. He got worse with each passing day.