Alpha’s Pregnant Luna - Chapter 20: Chapter 20

Xayden.
What a conniving bitch!
Arghh!
My blood was boiling as the words Frankie said to me previously played in my head.
‘How could I have been so stupid as to let that bitch talk to him?’ I asked internally.
That bitch had been beaten by me so much that there really was no space left on her body to hit, still yet she always proved stubborn each time. She just wanted me to kill her off and end things as fast as possible but she wasn’t going to get her wish granted that fast. I was going to show her how tough I am.
I really didn’t think she would spill it out to Frankie that she is my true mate and not Paula. But of course, what did I expect from a dumb and weak mate that the moon goddess gave. I never accepted her to be my mate. She rejected me but of course, she couldn’t be for anyone else too and most especially not Frankie. She was too obsessed with Frankie being her mate that she made me feel like I wasn’t enough. Living in Frankie’s shadow was already worse for me and my mate declaring that she would have preferred Frankie to me.
Their friendship from the start annoyed me as they both claimed to be best friends. He knew her favorite color, her favorite food, and knew just how to make her smile. I failed miserably at everything as Anne never spared me a glance. To her, I was the bad egg who wasn’t worth her time and never deserved her. I knew she loved Frankie. I could see it in her eyes as the pretense of being a best friend didn’t get me.
And as fate would have it, or as the moon goddess cruelly orchestrated, I realized in truth that Anne was my mate. But she refused to believe that she was as she said I was a good-for-nothing violent male and compared me to Frankie. She said I could never be like him no matter how hard I tried. The words stung. I knew then that nothing I did would make her decide to be mine. If I couldn’t have her, then no one could.
And so, when I became alpha of one of the lower packs with enough power to do and undo, I captured her and kept her in my dungeon.
There I did everything I wanted with her. When she refused, I tortured her. I made her feel the pain her words brought to me. Whenever she refused to be mine, it only hurt my ego the more and it only made me want to hurt her the more.
And so, I did.
I hurt her till there’s nothing left to hurt anymore.
Now, I want to kill them all!
Damn!
I want to watch them slowly die in front of my eyes as I slice their skin with any form of silver I can find.
The urge to shed blood and revel in the stench overwhelms me. I finally get to the dungeon that’s dimly lit by a candle with no ventilation whatsoever. She’s still in the same position I left her, head hung low as if asleep and body so frail that even I almost fear to touch her again.
Almost!
I have no remorse as whatever she looked like didn’t stop me from delivering a few blows to her again.
I snap my fingers so she would wake up but She doesn’t budge.
Dumb bitch!
I snap my fingers yet again and she still doesn’t move from the same position. This just infuriates me further as I look around the room to look for something to wake her with. My eyes stopped at a faucet that had been put to ensure she doesn’t smell too badly.
Going over to the faucet, I turned it on and got some into a bowl before heading back to where she’s seated and pouring it on her.
She immediately jolts awake.
Oh…. she really was asleep.
Well that was not any of my business.
“Were you dreaming?” I taunt.
She looked up at me with hooded and bloodshot eyes that showed obvious signs of tiredness. I don’t even remember the color of her eyes anymore. They’ve been so red and dark for so long as I can remember.
She didn’t reply to my anymore as she normally does and it surprised me. Usually, Anne has comebacks for me that only make me want to hurt her the more and I am only waiting for one of those so I can have an excuse to torture her to my heart’s content.
Not that I need the comebacks to do whatever I want anyway.
“What were you dreaming about? “I taunt again then grinned at the thought of what I was about to say, “Or should I say who? Let me guess…. Frankie?”
Her countenance changed immediately after I mentioned his name.
“Ahh…it really is him, isn’t it? You still haven’t gotten over him and seeing him today excited you?” I said but she remained mute.
“What did you dream about? Him getting you out of here in Grand style on a fancy horse like a fucking damsel in distress?” With each statement, I take a step closer to her.
“Is that why you blabbered to him that you are my mate?!!”. I couldn’t suppress the growl that left my lips.
“I didn’t lie, did I?” She suddenly said in her cracked quiet voice.
I couldn’t even remember how she used to sound before she came here but I’m sure she sounded so beautiful that I couldn’t help myself then.
Now? She’s nothing but a rag doll that I can use and throw away anytime it pleases me.
“Oh, so you talk!” I jeered as I continued to walk towards her
“You never learn, do you?” I said as I crouched down to grab her hair.
She immediately whimpered as I dug my fingers into her scalp and tightly held on to her jaw, enough to draw blood.
“What exactly does Frankie have? What makes that damn fool better than I am? Why him? Tell me, Anne! Why him? Do you want me to be like him? Do you want me to kiss your forehead and lull you to sleep? What the fuck is it about!” I yelled her pulling, pulling her hair backward along with her head.
She cried out in pain and the sound only prompts me to drag my fingers along her jaw down to her chest and reach into her tattered clothes to cup her breast. She tried to squirm away from me but it only made me pinch her nipple tightly with my fingers.
“He doesn’t even want you anymore. He has a mate now and he’s choosing her over you? You still don’t get it? You’re nothing but a battered female that I have used and gotten tired of. No one wants you!” I said and for a minute, she looked like she wanted to settle down but she suddenly spat at my face.
I should have known!
“Bitch!” I said as I slapped her harshly.
I took my hands off her and reached for a napkin in my pocket to clean her filth off my face.
“Newsflash Xayden? No one wants you too. Isn’t that why your supposed Luna ran away from you?” She snapped.
I sent a warning glance her way but it looked like it didn’t faze her in the least bit.
“No one wants you, Xayden! That’s why you took an innocent woman and mated her by force. Yet you still torture her and hit her after claiming her as yours” she continued with a bitter smile on her chapped lips.
“Do you want to know why I rejected you?” She said as she looked me straight in the eyes.
“Shut up!” I screamed at her.
I seriously wanted to hit her head straight up on the wall but I held back from doing so.
“Why your Luna ran away from you? Don’t you want to know?” she continued with a smirk.
“Shut up!!”
“It’s because you’re a sick bastard who thinks he owns everyone. A fucking psychopath who hurts others just for the pleasure of it. You asked why it was always Frankie? It’s because he’s better than you. He’s all you are not and can never be. You only try to be like him so you can be accepted and loved but who would love a man like you? A psychopath like you that’s who! You’re a sick fucking bastard who can never ever ever be like Frankie, you’re–”
“SHUT UP!!!”
I growled as the sound of a gunshot echoed throughout the dirty dungeon.