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Chapter 612 

**Trigger Warning** This chapter will touch on abuse. (Physical/Mental/Sexual) Please be advised. If you can’t read that…skip to chapter -614 

I squeezed her fingers. “What do you mean?” 

She pulled in a breath. “My wolf had broken the bond between his wolf and her, and I severed the bond so I didn’t feel the full pain of betrayal. I still felt it a little; that’s why it ate at me, but I was able to deal with it.” She looked up at the ceiling and gave a humorless laugh. “I keep beating around the hard stuff, trying to work nerve to say it, like it’s going to change it. But it won’t.” 

“Don’t rush yourself.” I whispered, but she shook her head. 

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“After the first week, Derek started coming in to see me every day.” She refused to meet my eyes. “He hit me at first, after he tied me to a chair so I couldn’t fight back, of course. But then it was knives, wolfsbane in the wounds, then silver. Every time he came, and I didn’t react the way he wanted me to, she escalated.” I must have gasped because she tried to pull her hand away, but I tightened my grip. “I tried faking it, but it was like he knew, and he would get worse.” Her eyes closed. “Then he changed his mind.” 

“Changed his mind?” I raised an eyebrow. 

She nodded, still looking away, and let out a shuddering breath. “He overheard Vince and Brandon talking about you and the stupid fucking superstition of Alphas.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

She finally looked at me, and a tear spilled over and trailed down her cheek. “The superstition that an Alpha won’t come into his full power unless he mates with his Goddess-given mate.” 

“Oh…but what does that have to do with you and Derek?” 

She laughed. “It doesn’t. He’s just stupid. He came up with the idea that he would become stronger if he mated me…” She closed her eyes, and another tear fell. “He tried to be sweet. But he was already tainted to me. He tried everything to get back on my good side, but why he thought it was possible, I have no clue.” 

“He tortured you…” I said it, and I was at a loss. “Why would anyone think he could make you love him again after he tortured you?” 

She slammed the table with her free hand. “That’s what I said.” Her voice was almost a bellow, but she deflated. “He was stupid, but persistent. And when I kept rejecting him. Well. That’s when he started to take it anyway.” She turned her head, and a small sob escaped. 

“What are you saying…he took your love?” I was exhausted, so my brain wasn’t making sense to me. I heard her growl, but I squeezed her hand. “I honestly am just confused. I didn’t ask to push you…but I’ve been fighting, moving, running for almost two days just like you…I just don’t understand.” 

Her growl cut off. “He tied me to a table and then took the thing I kept for my mate.” 

It clicked in my brain, and I gasped again. “He…forced you to-” 

“Please don’t say it.” Her voice was a rough whisper. “If you say it…then I will have to relive it, and I don’t think 

I can.” 

“Hey,” I called to her as I squeezed her hand. “It’s okay. You are here, and he’s dead.” 

She nodded once, and I could feel her relax a little. “So he started that…multiple times a day. He said He was going to drain the strength out of me.” She shuddered. “Then Vince walked in.” 

My stomach dropped. I knew what she was going to say next, but I didn’t want to be right. “Please….Goddess save me, but please do not say what I think you are going to say.” It was a whispered prayer. But it was one that would go unanswered. 

“He laughed as he watched Derek use me. Like some kind of whore.” She shook silently as she sobbed, as tears trailed down her face. Finally, her eyes met mine. “He watched for the first few times. Conveniently, he would always come when Derek came for a visit. Said he had pack business to discuss, but we all know the truth. Derek liked the audience. But Vince was working his way in.” She shook her head. “They came together the next day, and I knew.” She gagged. “Every day they came together. Sometimes more than once. And then Morgan…” She shuddered again. I watched her skin ripple with fur. Her wolf was doing her best to comfort her. 

“No.” It slipped from my mouth. 

She nodded. “The three of them took a lot of pleasure in my misery.” She wiped her face. “I lost myself.” She pulled her hand away and used both her hands to wipe the tears away. 

“Of course you did.” I felt horrible. But what do you say to a woman who went through the worst thing anyone had to survive? 

“You don’t understand.” She looked at me. “I was teetering on the edge of going rabid.”