Chapter 17

Sabrina's POV

It happened really fast. I went from being a bit happy to breaking down again. My family. Everything came rushing back as Kyle took me back home. When will I ever be accepted?

My mom somehow never loved me for reasons best known to her. She always embraced my step sister and honestly, I loved their friendship because it was really amicable, even though I wasn't a part of it.

My mom pushed me away, hurt me, broke me and maltreated me. She told me nobody will ever love and accept me. When Marcus decided to marry me, she wasn't happy for me. Infact, she told me he'll leave me eventually and when he does, I should never come back home.

That's why I ran to this pack after her wish came true, after she sent my step sister to seduce and get pregnant for my husband.

It was even harder running away from home, because on the way a group of rogues caught me one night. They bundled me and tried to sell me off to another pack, although I couldn't tell if it was to be a concubine or a slave.

All I could remember was that my life was about to be over. I cried and prayed to the moon goddess silently to help me, and she did in the form of a man. He single handedly dealt with all of them and saved my life, but he took me and dropped me off somewhere. I couldn't see his face but I knew I owed him my life for that one thing.

I only came back home to tell my mom about my marriage, but I should've known better. She hated the fact that the alpha married me. I don't know if I'll ever truly forgive her for hating a child all her life for no just cause or explanation.

I took it all in good faith but now I was here, reliving everything again.

Kyle was gentle with me as I was too stunned to say a word all the way home. He didn't try to touch me inappropriately, he just showed me care I didn't know he could possess.

He took me straight to my bed,drew a bath for me himself and I didn't even complain when he unzipped me. I came to my senses soon after and told him to leave as always because I was now in full control of my body. When I made sure he had gone, I got naked and slipped into the bathtub.

I washed myself thoroughly and when I was done, I wore a pink nightgown and dried out my hair. I came out to check on my kids but sadly, they were already asleep even though I wasn't shocked.

I'll try to spend more time with them tomorrow, I'll make sure of that personally. While I was peeping into their room, someone touched me. My hair, I mean.

My shoulders tensed and I turned around to face who touched my hair. Kyle Hunter.

He just took his precious time, running his hands through my hair like he owned it. Crazy part? I forgot to get mad. It felt so good and soothing but I refused to let him get to me.

I slapped his hands away, then folded my arms and faced him.

“Don't ever do that again. You have no right to touch me.”

“You seemed to have really enjoyed it. The kids are asleep, you should go back and get some sleep too.”

“Why should you care about what I do? I didn't ask you to care for me. Why can't you take a hint and see that truly, I hate you?”

“You don't hate me. You're confused and soon you'll see.”

He had also freshened up and his wet hair was incredibly enticing, but I ignored it and pretended not to see it. It was better that way.

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes and turned to leave but instead he grabbed me by my wrist and pinned me to the wall. My eyes widened in nothing but pure fear and he noticed it.

“What are you doing!”

“Looking at your face,” I saw his features clearly and unconsciously, mine softened. The man was beautiful, too beautiful to be real. If he hadn't traumatized me, I might have forced him to get into bed with me, but I'll never let it happen.

He has already taken everything from me so if I surrender my body and let him have it too, I'll be totally hopeless and at his mercy. Even though we've already slept together, it was seven years ago so it doesn't count and it was just one time. The asshole was so potent he got me pregnant that one time, and he couldn't even tell they were his kids.

He took a good minute, staring at me, completely lost, after saying I'll be the one to beg. He's practically begging me to let him inside. Never.

“I love your choice of sleeping dress tonight. You look good, Sabrina.”

I almost rolled my eyes. This man was so weird and confusing. He showed kindness and madness at the extremities so it was hard to make them one person.

“Thank you, Kyle. Now can you let me go?”

“Right. Right,” He let go of my hands and put his hands in the air, showing surrender as he backed away.

Then he cleared his throat. Oh my gosh, was he actually nervous? This is new.

“I wanted to just tell you that what happened tonight will never happen again. They've accepted you whether they like it or not and they'll grow to love you.”

“Thanks, I'm honoured.” I fought the urge to reply sarcastically.

“There's another thing.”

“What?” I was actually interested and it was totally unlike me.

“I don't know if you've noticed, but there's something off about you that I can't condone. You're slowly losing your spark and I think I've really caged you too much. Let's get married. A huge white wedding. Let's do it next month–”

My mind took me out of my reality as he dropped the bombshell. What? I didn't know how to process what I just heard.

“It will keep you busy with preparations. There's a laptop in my study. Use it to prepare everything you want, no matter the cost. Just tell–”

My mind was going haywire. Can this man stop shocking me out of the blue, repeatedly in such a short period of time?

“No, wait, stop. I'm not getting married again. It was already traumatizing the last time. None of this is real, we can't get married for real.” I shook my head vigorously, having no plans to ever agree. How could he even suggest getting married will help me feel better? I'll feel even worse!

Now I know why the man was nervous. A wedding?

“It's just two years. I'll let you go then.” He didn't really seem so truthful but I brushed off the feeling.

“Of course you will.” I took a deep breath. What's the worst that can happen?

“Fine, I said I'll behave anyway.”

He took a deep frustrated breath like he was annoyed that I always said that when he was the cause of everything.

“Do it because you want to, for the sake of escaping boredom in this big house.” He was trying to manipulate me into thinking I had a choice, oh this asshole.

“Pretend all you want that you're doing it for me. I don't know what you have up your sleeves but leave me out of it. It's fine, let's get the white wedding preparations started.”