The Forbidden Mate

Selene;

My heart beat wildly in my chest as I darted through the forest, the moon providing guidance with its ethereal glow.

I was tired from all that running, but I just couldn't stop. I had to get away from him, from this place, from what I had done.

I heard an owl hooting and cast a furtive glance over my shoulder. I can't stop now, even though my heart feels like it'll pop out of my chest anytime now. Someone must've found him by now, perhaps one of those of His numerous friends who enabled him. Suddenly overwhelmed with fear, I pushed myself to the limits of my endurance.

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After walking for a few days, I came to a community. The problem was, I didn't know the name of this pack and I had to be careful, because the pack I came from, Hurst Pack,has been enemies with many other packs for some reasons I didn't know and didn't care to know.

I never had the luxury of sitting down under the moonlight like the other children to listen to stories about our pack.

I suddenly heard a sound and quickly hid behind a tree. I peeped from there but couldn't see anyone and the only sounds I heard were the sounds of birds chirping and the current of the lake ahead. I released a deep breath and limped towards the lake.

The only thing I had eaten since I left my home was wild fruits. I was fortunate not to have eaten a poisonous plant.

As soon as I was a few feet from the lake, I fell on my knees and winced as pain coursed through my entire body. I gently lowered myself to a sitting position as I glanced around my environment, my heart beating wildly as I recalled everything that had happened.

Three days ago;

I hid behind the door, my palms clamped tightly to my ears in a bid to shut off the agonizing scream of my mother as my father pounded her with his fists, like she was a punching bag.

Even with my hands on my ears, I still could hear her muffled screams and each one of them pierced through my heart. I swallowed a choked sob because I knew what would happen if he heard me.

My mother and I were just like slaves to him, subject to his maltreatment, and each time he punished her, he didn't like to be interrupted by my sobs, or else he'd turn back to me.

He continued beating her and I could see blood trickling down her nostrils. I muffled a sob that threatened to break free and decided that I'd had enough. She was In that situation because she tried to save me from him.

"Dad. Dad..it's ..it's enough," I stuttered as I stepped out of my hiding place.

He stopped and suddenly whipped his head back, glaring at me murderously.

"You," he snarled as he took a step forward and I gulped. I didn't need someone to tell me that I was going to be his new punching bag.

"Please…please stop..let her go," It came out like a whimper and I shuddered as I saw him clench his fist.

I stumbled backward and he lunged at me, wrapping his blood stained fingers around my slender neck and tightening his hold. I choked and no words came out as I tried to beg him, not like begging him would even do anything to help my plight.

My mother was curled into a ball on the ground and I saw her struggle to stand up.

"You stupid bitch!" he said through gritted teeth as he lifted me, high above the ground. I clawed at his fingers to be freed of him as I was feeling the life slowly waft out of me.

His eyes darkened as I saw him bring out a switchblade from his pocket, with his other hand.

I shuddered with fear. He had only used a knife on me once before when he saw me talking to the baker's son and assumed that I was begging him to sleep with me. He called me a stupid slut as he cut my thighs. That was the first day he gave me to his friends, telling them that I was just a whore and it was time to show my usefulness.

He threatened to kill my mother and me if I ever told her.

I blinked back tears that threatened to come out because he hated any sign of weakness, that gave him the motivation to even worsen his punishment

"Please…please I'll be good…please. I promise.." His eyes glinted with mischief and I couldn't stop the tears from falling. I didn't know what he wanted to do to me, but I knew very well that it would be bad, really bad!.

"By the time I finish with you, you'll be good," he shot out and I whimpered as he raised the knife.

Suddenly, I saw my mum's arm, holding his hand tightly, preventing him from cutting me.

"Stop..stop this, Mark.."

The anger on his face was unlike any I had ever seen as he suddenly dropped me, making me land Butt hard on the ground.

The next few seconds were a blur as I saw a raised knife stabbing through her chest.

Someone was screaming, but it didn't sound like it came from my lips. I felt myself going up and then falling back down on the hard floor, it was as if someone was hitting me repeatedly, but I was just too numb to feel anything and saw only a light, it was glowing so brightly that I wanted to be it. But then, the darkness finally overwhelmed me.

"Wake up! wake up, you stupid slut!" I suddenly jerked up and winced as a hot pain seared through my body.

Did I faint? I gasped as the events of the past hours came rushing back to me. My mother was dead…murdered by my father.

The tears started to drop and I realized I had been lying on the ground. My Dad was looming over me, glaring at me murderously and I glanced at the knife on his hand, still stained with blood…of my mother.