Page 13 of His Loved Lycan Luna

“You think you can just fuck around behind my back? You belong to me!” Kade snarls, his fingers digging into my skin.

“I’m sorry,” I whimper, feeling like I can’t breathe when he suddenly continues to hold me under the water. I thrash, my lungs screaming for air.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” he spits, finally pulling me up from the sink. I gasp for air, coughing, and wheezing as he grips my shoulders, shaking me violently.

“Please,” I cry out, tears streaming down my face.

My throat burns and aches furiously from inhaling the water, making my nose burn, but before I can drown, he rips my head out, and I suck in harsh ragged breaths.

“Did you fuck him, you whore?” Kade screams in my face. I breathe harder, gasping for air. My hair and face are drenched, my shirt soaked, and the water in the sink is stained red.

“No! I swear,” I sob, knowing that even if Gannon had made a move on me, I would never cheat on Kade.

“You’re lying!” he roars before delivering a hard slap across my face. The force makes me stumble backward and fall onto the floor.

I curl up in a ball as Kade towers over me, his fists clenched at his sides.

“Lying slut!” he screams, grabbing my hair again. I scream and beg, my arms shaking as he pushes me toward the sink.

“No, no, please. I’m not lying,” I beg.

He shoves my face back in the sink, and I claw and scratch at the counter, trying to get air. Water sloshes onto the floor at my feet as I struggle against him, only for him to rip me out at the last second again.

“He brought me food, that’s all,” I choke out desperately, wondering what he is talking about. Kade yanks my head back, ripping open the pantry and fridge.

He snarls, storming over to me and slamming my head into the counter again. Pain explodes through my skull, and I see black as my head pounds to its own beat. I collapse onto the floor, gasping for air as I try to shake off the dizziness.

Blood pools in my mouth from where he has split my lip open with his violent grip. I struggle to peer around through my blurry vision, as panic rises in me, him looming above me.

“What did you just say?” Kade growls, his hand still gripping tightly onto my hair.

“I-I said he brought me food,” I stammer out weakly, trying to catch my breath.

“A man brings you food and you don’t tell me? You hide it from me like some kind of secret?” Kade’s voice is filled with rage and betrayal.

“I didn’t think it was important,” I whimper, tears streaming down my face as I try to defend myself.

“Nothing is more important than what happensin this house,” Kade seethes, his grip on my hair tightening even more. “You’re mine, and everything that concerns you concerns me.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” I cry out, completely helpless under his wrath.

“You’ll be sorry when I’m done with you,” he sneers before slamming my head back into the counter again. The pain is worse this time, and I feel hot tears streaking down my cheeks as darkness starts to close in on me.

But before everything goes black, Kade lets go of my hair and turns away from me. Gasping for air and clutching at the counter for support, I watch as he storms across the kitchen and punches a hole into the wall.

I shrink back against the cabinets, fear coursing through me as he continues to vent his anger on anything in sight.

He starts ripping the canned food off the shelves, tossing them at me, and I shield my head, my body becoming bruised and battered, the bond screaming for him to stop, and my heart twists painfully in my chest. He snarls, picking up a bag of candy.

“Did you fuck him?” Kade snarls, and I shake my head, sobbing. My hands shake as he reaches for me, and I put them up to shield my face. Blood trickles down the side of my head, from my nose and eyebrow, my lip, my arms are bleeding from his claws and my blood stains the floor, my hands, and my clothes.

“Please, Please, I didn’t do anything wrong,” I shriek when he grabs my hair again, ripping my head back before stuffing the candy in my mouth. I try to spit it out, choking on it.

“Filthy fucking pig, you fucked him, didn’t you? Thought you could get away with sneaking around behind my back,” he roars in my face, spittle hits my face with his words.

“You want to act like a whore, I will treat you like one,” he growls.

Chapter Nine

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