Chapter 47
Chapter 22
After getting dressed in a baby blue outfit, Alfred brought lunch to us. It was chicken and potatoes. I was amazed that I was getting actual food. I was so used to bread and water, which I thought I would have to eat for the rest of my life. But I had to keep reminding myself that I was no longer in my pack. I am now a Luna of the shadow pack. My cheek still hurt from where that girl had slapped me. I was also still trying to grasp that Alfred sentenced her to imprisonment and to be whipped. But that was a matter to discuss later with him. I knew what it felt like to be whipped.
I did not wish that on anyone, but I did suggest it. I knew she would survive her punishment. I ate my food slowly and savored every bite. In the back of my mind, I would wake up from this beautiful dream and find myself back in that shed, trying to heal myself and still work. The moment was shattered when he went to a bottle and got some pills out of it. There were two in his hand. He said they were vitamins. My parents would give me vitamins, and when they dissolved in my stomach, they would burn. I had stopped taking them a day before Alfred found me. I would pretend to take them, but I would not
take them.
I started to back away from Alfred and tried to get off the couch. He gently grabbed my arm and asked what was wrong. I wrote that my parents had given me vitamins, and they burned my stomach. He then explained to me that what they were giving me was not vitamins and that they were silver pills to hurt me. He took one of the pills to prove that they would not hurt me. I then took the other one. He then gave me the medicine that the doctor had been giving me. I knew that was what it was because the doctor had shown me
what was on the bottle.
I could see anger in Alfred’s eyes. I think the more he learned about the abuse that my parents inflicted on me, the more he got upset with them. I did not care how upset he got with them. I wanted them dead more than anything. They put me through hell and made
me do things that no child should be made to do. The fact that I am still a virgin is a miracle. I think I can thank my father for that. He ensured nobody ever touched that part
of me, which was a surprise.
He let everyone touch me everywhere else and even fuck me in the ass. So, I did not
understand what was so different about that. They were still penetrating me. So, it was. not like they did not touch me. They also used my mouth. I know that he promised me to
the alpha Robert. All that doesn’t matter now. I have my true mate, and he has been nothing but kind to me. After we finished eating and enjoying our dessert, he lit a fire in the fireplace in the room. He then made a bed of sorts on the floor.
“I thought we would enjoy some afternoon cuddle time on the floor p>
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I could not agree more with him. I was used to sleeping on the floor, and the bed was hard to get up and down on. He had it elevated for himself. I’m sure it made it easier on his knees. I knew the bed was custom–made for him. The floor was easier for me. He then went over to the couch, and picked me up, then carried me to the bathroom. If we were going to be lying on the floor, why were we in the bathroom? He saw the confusion on my face.
“I thought maybe you needed to use the bathroom before we started to cuddle p>
I shook my head no. He was fine with that answer. Then he carried me to the bedroom. In one swift movement, he could bend down and sit down and place me in his lap. How he was able to do that amazed me. The fire was nice and hot. You could feel the warmth. He leaned against the back of the couch, and I was in between his legs and arms around me. The pressure against my back was not unpleasant. The wounds were healing nicely. I
started to feel tired.
I felt like that a lot lightly. I’m assuming it is because of malnutrition and not enough rest, plus the blood loss and everything else that I have been through. He had a blanket, and he draped it over me. Between a full stomach, the pain pill, and the warmth of the fireplace, I fell asleep. I woke up when Alfred had to get up. He gently woke up.
‘Little one, I need to go to the restroom p>
I sat up so he could move. I had no idea how long I had been asleep, but the moon was out. It was shining into the bedroom. I heard the toilet flush. He then came back to the
makeshift bed. I heard my stomach growl. So did he. He smiled and went over to the desk
with the phone on it. He called the kitchen and ordered some dinner. He then came back
and pulled me close to him.
“I love you, baby p>
I smiled and nodded my head as a way to say I love you back. We sat in front of the fire for a while, and he held me. He started to stroke my hair again. He then ran his finger down my cheek. I shivered from the sparks that went through my body. That was going to
take time to get used to. It was not an unpleasant sensation. But it was not something that I was used to. All this was going to take time to get used to. I was so used to getting
mistreated that this was all new to me. The one time I got slapped, I heard that Alfred
almost killed the person who hurt me.
I was not used to that. Nobody had ever come to help me before, and I was usually left to
myself crying in my shed. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. It was a person I had never seen before.
Alpha, the king and queen are here p>
Ok, let them know I will meet them in my office p>
“Little one, are you ready to meet the king and queen.
I shook my head violently, no. I was not dressed to meet them. My hair was messy, and I could not stand up for long alone. I made the gesture like I was writing, and he went and got my dry–erase board. I then wrote:
“I’m not dressed properly p>
“Oh, honey, they won’t care. We will brush your hair and put it in a ponytail, and that will be good enough p>
Lucia Morh
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.