Megan's POV
I wasn't even aware of who my real father was for the first several years of my existence. I continued to speak in a monotone while looking blankly at the wall in front of me. As Jason swapped positions behind me, he turned his whole attention to me and caused the bed underneath me to move. Although I didn't know the cause and I didn't inquire, he advised that we relocate up here.
"I was born after my mother passed away. My father, the Alpha, surrendered me to the Beta family rather than caring for me. He said that he couldn't manage caring for a kid at the time since he was mourning and needed time."
I held my breath for a second before laughing inanely. "I ended up assuming they were my parents and spent the first four years of my life with them. I was perplexed when they said that I wasn't their kid and that they weren't my parents. But because I was a little youngster, I didn't even bother to inquire as to what they were discussing. They were pregnant when I was approximately four and needed the room I was occupying for their kid. I thus relocated back to the Alpha's home, my actual home. I rubbed the dirt under my nails with a pick.
"At first, I was simply responsible for cleaning; as I got older, I also had to take care of the cooking. To make him happy, I went to school, had high marks, and did anything he asked of me. He wasn't at all aggressive; he merely yelled at me when I acted inappropriately, like many parents do. Then, after pausing to take a big breath, I continued. "Then one day, everything changed." "He beat me for the first time when I inquired about my mother. began to beat me while yelling that I was to blame for her disappearance. I was careful not to appear weak or sad by letting any emotion show through in my voice. The next day, he expressed regret, but things continued to become worse. He punched me more often while expressing regret and repeating he was sorry, but ultimately he stopped." I quickly wiped away the tear that had just come out of my eye before it could run down my face. He began bringing strange ladies home with the scent of alcohol and other substances I couldn't yet name. He eventually simply began hitting me whenever he felt like it and whenever he needed a release. After that, he smelled like booze and every night, fresh ladies were brought home. I lowered my head in humiliation and covered my face with my hair. Then, in the sixth grade, people began to notice my odd conduct and the bruises I consistently wore to school. I had to lie when teachers began asking me what was wrong. He kept me locked up after withdrawing me from school because he knew he would be discovered.
"Every day that went on, he became worse and worse. Random narcotics were in bags with needles and burned spoons, and there were empty beer bottles all across the place. I began learning how to hunt and live alone at that point. I had to buy my own food since I wasn't permitted to consume what I had prepared. Money was running short, the pack was disintegrating, and humans and rogues were roaming our grounds. This time, I allowed the tear to come when it threatened to show itself. A guy arrived a year later and claimed to be there to pick up his belongings. He grabbed me by the hair, pushed me into the back of his vehicle, and tossed a ziplock bag full of tablets at Alpha. kept me there for many days. They continued pounding me on the sides and yelling at me while I was trembling and terrified. I eventually moved too soon. I laughed cruelly, which caused my shoulder to tremble.
"I was unattractive and little. They said that I had few wisps of thin, blonde hair and resembled a hairless rat.
"Blonde?" It was the first time he had interrupted me. I didn't look back, but I could tell he had been sobbing since his voice was raspy.
I replied to his query, "I was originally blonde, like my mother's wolf, but over time, it went white from fear and tension. They started to target me after that because they saw in me a sign of weakness. I picked at the bed's comforter in an effort to stop sobbing. They unlocked the doors after I had changed, and I attacked. I was able to murder one of my captors, but the others were easily overpowered and I couldn't stand up to them. They tied me to a tree, pinned me down, and put a silver collar around my neck. I scratched him in the face as Master Gordon was explaining what was going on, leaving him with that scar. I assaulted him, and he beat me ruthlessly until I was unconscious. I tugged on my shirt's collar to loosen it and I felt the collar once again shape me. I then turned into his plaything. He operated a dog-fighting ring of sorts. We had to battle him for food and drink, and the loser perished. He would murder us if we didn't fight, but if we did, we would have to kill the other side or they would kill us. I ignored the tears as they continued to stream down my cheeks.
"I felt awful, and I was ashamed of myself. I am still. I would see their faces every day, along with the dead expression they would give me shortly before their bodies sagged in my jaw. I was able to get through it because of Kai. She was the one who provided us with food and drink, so she would smuggle me extra of both. Kai was too young to shift at the time, and because of how little and innocent she was, I felt extremely protective of her. When she needed protection or assistance, I took care of her and bore the brunt of the abuse. I relived one of those memories by running my fingertips over a scar that went down my arm. One night, they began arbitrarily setting us on fire, which caused a large number of people to perish. I was able to get away. The chain I had was extremely flimsy due to corrosion and years of exposure to the weather, and the tree I was tied to was completely decayed. After that, I spent a few years as a rogue and made it through on my own. For a very long time, all that could be heard was our breathing and the hammering of my heart. I looked over my shoulder as a sharp sob came from behind me.
His cheeks were stained with tears that had flowed down his skin, and his face was red and blotchy. He didn't even attempt to wipe away the further tears that continued to fall from his eyes, much less try to contain the sobs that were now erupting from his lips. My heart cruelly tightened in my chest as his eyes met mine, making me feel uneasy in a manner I didn't know was possible.
"Jason." I exhaled, letting go of the monotone voice and allowing my tone to finally change. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He was weeping so hard that his once-beautiful green eyes were now bloodshot crimson and showed despair I had never seen in him. He shook his head and whimpered as he extended his arms to me, forcing me to crawl closer to him. His arms were securely wrapped around my belly as his head sank onto my lap.
"How could someone harm you like this." His tone was faint and raspy. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"I warned you. A monster, I am.
"N-No." He cried out. Put an end to it. That is shown by the fact that you regret what you did. Not because you wanted to, but because you had to in order to live. You are even more resilient in my view since you made it through everything.
You despise me, your pack. They understand what I did. I ignored his criticism as my cheeks started to flush light pink.
It's "our pack." He gave me advice. They weren't upset with you, either. When my mother heard what Lucy had said to you, she took it upon herself to confront Lucy. Not you, but the pack was upset with her because of your assault. As I waited for you at the hospital, she informed me.
Even while he was speaking, his body was still wracked with screams. I encircled him with my arms and drew him nearer in an effort to soothe him, just like he had done for me so many times before. I wrapped my body around his while running my fingers through his hair and rubbing his scalp. I was filled with intense hatred for the situation he was in since I was the one who put him there. I hated hearing his melancholy amid the vast space we were in and seeing him this way. His shouts soon subsided, but he remained still, only getting closer.
"You're so lovely," I said. I paused from raking my fingers over his hair while he murmured incoherently. It is "so, so beautiful." My heart was the source of the warmth that emanated from inside me.
I'm not, I say. My hands became slack as I objected and rested them on his head.
"You are so lovely." He said it again. "You are such a kind person, constantly putting the needs of others above your own. Despite all you've gone through, you've managed to draw near to me and allow me to give my want to hold you in my arms. I am extremely proud of you for how far you've gone. You are so resilient, and it hurts me to hear you call yourself such horrible things since that's what they called you. So, would you kindly pay attention to what I have to say? "You are so beautiful, just you, the color of your hair, the color of your eyes, the shape of your nose, the shape of your lips, the shape of your wolf."
His arms gradually moved from my waist to encircle my shoulders. His head lifts off of my tummy and rests on mine, his nose resting against mine. His green eyes peered at me with devotion, still rimmed crimson and his face still blotchy and smeared with his weeping.
"I love you," I replied without too much hesitation, offering him all I could at the time.
I returned the hushed words, "I trust you," and gave him a little kiss.