Bullied Mate Of The Lycan Kings – Chapter 66
Ren’s POV
Again. It’s happening again.
That feeling I’ve tried to run away from all my life.
since I was just following her lead, I heard her talking to me about something but I didn’t care.
felt like whenever Mauve spoke, I could hear Lily repeating words that would scar me forever.
.
pieces in my body.
othing but platonic love for you.
Oh god.
hen I realized that I was breathing hard and my eyes were stinging over and over again.
down.” I managed to say. “I’m going to the lounge.”
y.
’s no need,” I was already saying but she
ury. Perhaps that was what had happened. I had been injured severely in the heart. Taken an arrow to my heart in the most brutal way possible. In a way that even my so called powers could not question.
have never wanted you.”
head as Mauve helped me sit down on the couch, her eyes wide with panic.
or something?”
alone.”
ted, f****d up reason, she believed that I’d be happier with Mauve.
ven Mauve did not love me, no matter what she said. I was just a tool for her survival and she did not want to lose me.
behind her and that was when I finally crashed to the ground, holding my head and resting on my knees as Lily’s words played over and over again.
sure to prove just how much she never wanted me. She made me starve until I was within an inch of my life. She didn’t care if the different men that she brought to the house assaulted me physically and sexually, which they did without fail, blaming it on the fact that I was a pretty child.
right and mayb
my offer, Kirsten.”
I can’t wait until he’s older-“
, women, relatives, guests… I thought I was over this. Ove
ay pushing through the gated memories.
er was a social butterfly with
oved her but she hated me. To her, I was
and crusty bread in the fridge. My clothes were always in tatters, ny hair unkempt.
ed swords.
he’d tell me occasionally even before I could understand words. “I even had an abortion but you pesky little thing refused to die.”
It’s your fault Irwin no longer comes
pha who was the s***m donor that created me.
orced me to relive memories that I had thou
o that awful time of my life when I had nothing and no one.
nly; to subdue men to do her bidding. My father had been one of those men and she’d hated the fact that she only noticed that the abortion was unsuccessful too late and had to carry the pregnancy to term.
‘Mother’ when she had not once bothered to call me her son.
nless, like an insect.
lf and I rushed to her with the glass, foolishly excited because it was her birthday.
t spot for me.
hatred, because everytime she looked at my eyes, she saw her own eyes.
rthday. Not even a message or a call, not that I need either, but his gift is supposed to be the biggest of all my men, isn
swered meekly, still looking at the grou
etter.
d you like to eat s
taring into her eyes. The same eyes that were the template from which mine was cast.
boy? Yo
appy.
ning to a menacing smirk as she gra
id, you wanted to make me happy, didn’t you?”
ld not get any words out as I t
hat I was to my mother; a means to an end, no matter whether the end for me would be a long painful one.
u grew inside me without permission, so you might as well actually be of use to me for once in your life.”