Chapter 30: THIRTY

J A D E

It's another boring day being in this huge house all alone. So I decided that I was going to tor every nook and cranny in this house to keep myself busy until Markov comes back.

The last room I explored was the Library. It was so bug, going all the way up to the ceiling. It looked straight out of a book.

Books lined the walls, and there were multiple reading areas. There was a small sitting area with a couch and coffee table, and there was a table for two.

And the whole left side of the wall was nothing but books.

For someone who had no friends in Alpha Dane's pack, I would always sneak a few books from his library to my room, to keep myself sane and also learn how to read.

Unfortunately, I wasn't even allowed to finish highschool, Alpha Dane refused to allow me to go college, claiming it was a waste of time, that I would end up being under a man and it would be a waste of money.

He said me having a degree would make me think I was equal with Mason, who was supposed to be my husband, so he wanted me to know my place. Mason would always be superior.

I would never get a degree, and would only be allowed to do one thing and one thing only, which was to please him and the pack.

But, I never allowed him to win.

I continued reading.

I had so many books stacked up under my bed, that no one knew about.

I would always make sure that they were not visible, or else, I would have paid for it. I refused to allow anyone to take the one thing I enjoyed, away from me. I wouldn't give up without a fight.

That was one of the main reasons why he beat me, and would not allow me to step foot outside the house.

It was a punishment, and his way of teaching me a lesson, and making sure that I never stepped out of line.

"You're nothing but a whore. That's all you'll ever be. Your mother was one, and so are you. Don't get any ideas. You'll never get an education. I won't allow it. No matter how hard you try, I'll make sure you'll fail, and I'll break you until you are begging for mercy. Don't forget, you're going to mine soon. You will do whatever I say, and no one will help you. No one will dare, not if they don't want their head ripped off their bodies." Mason had once said.

The thought alone had me shuddering, and my heart racing.

I couldn't believe I was so close to giving myself to him. I couldn't believe I allowed him to abuse me.

I couldn't believe I let him walk all over me.

But then again, I had no other choice.

My parents died and left me in this wicked world with wicked and heartless people. That was what I got for being the only surviving one from their lineage. I would have been better off dead, than go through all I went through in the hands of Alpha Dane and his son, Mason.

But, thankfully, I could proudly say they were my past now. I've gone months without getting beat, that was an achievement. Physical abuse had stopped, but the mental one had gotten worse.

The words he used to spit at me, the insults, the names he called me, and the things he did.

All of it was coming back, and the memories had tears stinging my eyes.

I was such a fool, and the things I went through were unimaginable.

Alpha Dane and his son, Mason, were nothing but cruel, cold blooded monsters. And no matter what, I would always wish for their deaths. Nothing good will ever come out of them.

The world will be a better place without them.

I started exploring round the library, still amazed by the number of books there were.

The whole first floor was nothing but books.

"Damn." I whispered.

I went to the very end, and spotted a set of stairs.

"Oh, a second floor. I wonder what's up there."

I grabbed the ladder and placed it on the ground, and slowly climbed up, making sure that it wouldn't slide off. It seemed like a museum, but not the regular type.

The room was entirely dark, and immediately I stepped inside, I felt a weird and off energy surrounding me. But my curiosity was bigger than my dear, as i stepped further into the room cautiously, using my hand to feel the walls so I can find a light switch.

Once I did, the lights automatically turned on, and the first thing I saw was an old desk.

There were some papers scattered across it, and a journal.

The whole room was dusty, and there were cobwebs everywhere.

This room was definitely not used often, and probably not even in a while.

But what shocked me the most, that a loud gasp escaped my lips. It was the images framed on the walls. Different images of the same person.

Or rather, the same creature.

A picture of a huge raging beast, with it's teeth showing and claws out. Its fur was jet black, and the eyes were bright red.

A lycan.

My heart raced as I neared closer to them, feeling like I was standing right in front of the monster itself. The pictures were real, not drawn. Real. How was Markov able to get close enough to take this picture of this beast?

No one has survived long enough around this monster to take a picture, not to talk of multiple pictures that seem to have been taken at different occasions.

Just how was this possible? This was so strange.

This same beast who I still wonder till today how I escaped from his grasp and into Markov's arms, is still a mystery to me. Markov never spoke about the beast and I had almost even forgotten about it, but seeing the images now, had a shiver running down my spine.

What is Markov not telling me?

"Jade!" I heard a loud scream, and the voice sounded urgent.

"Markov?"

"Jade! Where are you?"

"I'm up here."

I rushed to the stairs, and started climbing down, when I reached the bottom, Markov came into view, and he didn't look happy.

His eyes were murderous as he looked at me, his eyes blazing with anger. This was the most angriest I'd ever seen him, and the way his body was shaking, made me scared.

I didn't know what I did wrong, and I didn't understand why he was angry.

"What are you doing in here? I told you to stay out of my study, and never step foot into this room." He growled, and his eyes blazed. "What the fuck did I just say?"

"I didn't... I'm sorry.."

"Don't you dare lie to me! You knew what I said, and you did it anyway. What was so hard about staying put? Why couldn't you just listen for once? Why the fuck did you disobey me? Huh?! Why?"

I shrunk away, feeling my heart race at the sight of a furious Markov.

I never seen him like this, and the fear inside of me grew stronger.

"Please... Markov.."

"What the fuck did I tell you about going anywhere without my permission?! What were you thinking? You always test my fucking patience, Jade! Every fucking time! You think I don't see the way you act? You think I don't know how much of a disobedient bitch you are? Well, think again! And now look what's happening, because you didn't listen."

He growled, his chest heaving as he glared at me.

I backed away, unable to control the fear that was rushing through my veins. He was making a big deal out of this, and it made me think back on the time where I would always be punished, or beat, for disobeying orders.

My whole body was shaking, and tears filled my eyes.

He was scaring me, and the way his eyes were filled with hatred, made the ache in my chest grow stronger.

Why is he doing this?

Why is he acting this way?

All I did was explore the house.

I didn't do anything wrong.

"Please, Markov. You're scaring me.."

"You should be scared. Now, move. We're leaving."

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me forward, and the moment his hand wrapped around my wrist, pain shot through my body.

It was too tight, and his hold was hurting me.

"Please.."

"Shut the fuck up, and stop crying."

"Markov.. You're hurting me."

"You deserve it. And if you keep acting like this, then that's all you're going to get."

The tears started falling, and the ache in my heart had me doubling over.

My wolf was silent, and was not trying to reach out. But I wasn't surprised.

He took me back down to a different, lonelier part of the house, and shoved me into a dark and small room.

I landed on the ground, and pain shot through my back.

"Get comfortable, you're going to be here a while. And when you're ready to behave, I'll come get you. Until then, enjoy your stay."

Before I could respond, the door was slammed shut, and a click sound followed.

"Markov, please. Please, don't leave me in here. Please." I begged, crying, and my heart broke at the fact that he was doing this to me.

Why is he doing this?

Why would he lock me in a dark room all alone?

This wasn't Markov.

Was this because of this images? Was there more to it? Was there something I didn't know?

Why was he acting this way?

"Markov..."

I waited, hoping that the door would open, and that Markov would be standing on the other side, but when minutes went by and he didn't come, the tears started falling harder.

I sobbed, wrapping my arms around my legs, and laid down on the ground, curling up in a ball.

I hated it.

It was dark, and small, and cold.

It was nothing like my room.

I didn't like this, and the thought of being locked away was killing me. My heart was aching, and the feeling of loneliness was growing stronger.

And suddenly, I was back to square one.

Alone, and afraid.

No one was here to protect me, and the only person who was, was the reason for the pain in my chest.