Chapter 16

BEATRICE'S POV

“Not all that glitters is gold” this is actually true because right now, I can't help but regret gettimg married to Alpha Carl. He is the complete opposite of what he portrayed himself to be over the years. He is not in any way romantic and sweet like many people think. He got the looks but this character is just out of place. He beats me up at every slight provocation, starves me and wouldn't let me relate or associate with any of my family, including Alpha Arnold, my Father.

Countless times he has torn my expensive attires just because he's angry, his temperament is nothing to write home about. He gets irritated easily and nags every single time, his workers and guards are not an exception, they are all terrified of him. This isn't what I expected while making these plans. I had planned to become his Luna not only to taunt my useless sister, but also to enjoy the Luna title and add to my popularity in the pack.

I had seduced him just few days to his announcement as Erica's mate and it worked, he somehow accepted my offer because he doesn't like the idea of being an outcast’s mate and would choose anybody else but her. He told me it would be an insult to his reputation to marry someone like her and moreover he never liked her. So he accepted to choose me as his Luna instead. I thought I was hurting her not realizing that I had only saved her from the most terrible marriage ever.

She isn't any less better in her marriage though, I thought as I remembered that the person she was sold off to was worse than Alpha Carl and consoling myself with this, I got up from the bed and was about to head to the kitchen when I heard a knock. I opened the door and it was no one else but Alpha Carl, my worst nightmare. Yes, he is my worst nightmare. Having him around is just the worst thing ever unlike every other peaceful,happy marriage.

“Have you suddenly gone deaf?” he roared at me the moment he stepped his foot in the room, his breath laced with alcohol. “I-I-I-erm was busy…” I stuttered, pointing towards the bathroom area. “Oh really?!” “You are now getting so comfortable in my house that you now decide whether or not to open the door for me isn't it?” he growled again, moving closer to me as I tried to hold my breath and faced the other direction in order not to inhale his alchol-based scent. “I am s-sorry!” I said knowing what would come next. “Shut up!” he roared again and a deafening slap resounded in my ears.

I sat on the floor and cried, as usual. He staggered to the bathroom, took his bath, dressed up and left, as usual leaving me all alone,again. This is how my marriage have been ever since I got married, no love, no care, no attention. I am married yet lonely, a widow is better than I am. And I can't help but cursed at him with tears in my eyes as I remembered our wedding night, the most terrible night ever.

We had gotten home in a beautiful and well adorned horse carriage after the werewolf marriage ritual had been performed on us. On getting home, I had expected him to have set something up for us. Like a romantic dinner and bed but all of these things were just fantasies, a figment of my imagination because he never did any of these. Instead I had gone to bed famished and tired, the bed was cold and there was no atom of warmth in the bedroom.

He had showered and dropped beside me like a log of wood, sleeping off and snoring loudly while I stupidly waited for him to make a move but who was I deceiving? I even tried touching him maybe he would remember that today was our first night together as a couple but he had roared at me like a wounded lion. “If your filthy fingers touch me again, I'm gonna have them chopped up this night!” “do not joke with me!” He said,visibly irritated by the fact that I had disturbed his sleep.

I was shocked and could not believe my ears. I tried coaxing him once again “I understand that you are tired, I am tired too but we can always cuddle while you sleep, don't you think so?” I said to him, trying hard not to sound desperate but he had instead hissed and covered his head with a pillow and that was how my wedding night became the most terrible wedding night ever in the Guinness book of wedding nights. It was in short, a sour experience for me.

We got intimate four days later after reporting him to my father who had spoken to him. Perhaps one of the reasons he cut me off from my family. He had came back that day and without saying anything, pushed me to the bed and tore my clothes. Although I was happy thinking things had finally got better but I was only deceiving myself as he never lasted for two mins, he had got up looking visibly irritated, and entered the bathroom in a hurry. I felt bad about this imagining what could have gone wrong.

He never touched me until two weeks later after several discussions and pesterings and I wished I had never told him anything concerning it. The sex was wild and painful, probably the most painful sex I've ever had although I'm not a virgin. Sex became a nightmare for me and I do pray for him not to ever be in the mood.

Somehow I knew he was intentionally hurting me so I wouldn't disturb him for sex and he succeeded in doing so. I got up from the floor still reminiscing about it while thinking of where and when the marriage went south. Was it when I went to seduce him to marry me or when he had announced me as his mate in the full glare of the public. Just when? I thought as I entered the bathroom to clean my face.