The Princess’s Broken Alpha
Chapter 50

His face was hard and blank but his silver eyes took her in. Arthur had long heard his daughter had returned. He didn't send men to bring her to him right away. No, he made her feel all was well in having the freedom to present herself. Kiarra didn't know how to start. She couldn't exactly shout out Dad I'm home, how have things been so she went straight for it. "I'm here and unharmed so you don't have to go to war with the hybrids or anyone else for now."

"Where have you been?" his words were slow and smooth, laced with coldness. His deep voice filled the room and she would be lying of she said she wasn't scared.

"I was with my mate." her voice didn't sound as strong as she hoped it would and she hated that." Alpha Zion of the Cartier pack." she added.

Arthur Reviere didn't have to ask anything more. Alpha Zion was well known because he was in a wheel chair and whatever the moon goddess had planned it would be hell before his daughter was mated to a wolf in a wheel chair.

"I gave you a set of particular instructions before you left, did I not?" he calmly rose from his seat to stand terrifyingly high above her.

"Yes" Kiarra replied quietly and she could feel all the hairs on her neck stand up as he rounded the desk with one smooth stride and she looked straight ahead at the quiet frosty morning outside the window afraid to look up at his face. She knew what was coming and dreaded it. She closed her eyes briefly and blew out a breath.

"So tell me how does my daughter end up gallivanting the Cartier pack with a useless cripple?"

"He isn't a useless cripple." she responded defensively her eyes burning bright red though she knew this would only make her situation worse." He is my mate and I choose him, the moon goddess chose him. H-he's the other half of my soul. You will not insult him.

"

Her father stopped and looked at her carefully. She prayed for once he would agree with her taking her into consideration but it was wishful thinking.

"I will not have a regular crippled wolf, alpha or not take over my throne" his voice rose. "Have you no shame?"

She could feel the power rolling off of him.

"He-" she started but he cut her off.

"Should he pose as a distraction I will only have to wave my hand and have him removed so you will focus."

"No, please." Kiarra was determined as she shook her head. " You will not hurt him and I will not have anyone else but him. "Invitations have been sent and you will have a list of suitors next week and the week after that will be your mating ceremony."

"

That would be in two weeks! In two weeks he would have her mated!

Kiarra jumped up out of her seat.

"No! You will not have me parceled off like some fucking brood mare!"

She moved as fast as she could but it was no use. His hand forcefully connected across her chest and she felt like it shattered as she was flung across the room with her back hitting the wall. Kiarra cried out as her spine gave out a terrible cracking sound as her head slammed into the hard surface. She could feel warm blood running through her hair.

"You are a disgrace!"

The pain was excruciating. She was disoriented and couldn't block the other violent hits that came as she coughed up blood, tasting it in her mouth. The terrifying fear seized her that she would die on the carpet. Her fingers were coated a deep crimson red as she moved it from her mouth. The next hit that came she felt her leg break and cried out choking on her blood. Her lungs felt like they had collapsed.Her vision started to blur as her breath hitched. She just wanted to see him one more time. She saw him and focused on the golden hair. She smiled as the darkness welcomed her, her lips breathing out " Zion".

When Kiarra woke up it took her a moment to recognize the familiar walls of her room. He had beat her to the brink of death. She breathed in too quickly and a soft strangled cry escaped her throat from the pain. Her lips trembled and her mouth was caked with dry blood. Tears started to fall as the pain overwhelmed her. She was suffering and her broken hum sounded out her pain. She saw a movement as Vivienne hurried over to her.

"I didn't call the doctors because I know you wouldn't want me to."

Kiarra couldn't move and she didn't risk it. Vivienne looked at her in horror, her face red. She was pacing rapidly with her arms hugging herself.

"I want you to listen. Just listen, no response."

There was a pause before she continued.

"You have been abused for as long as I can remember. This is a battle you are going to lose. There is no way around this but you will end up mating more than likely with Castor as he has majority favour whether you like it or not and soon according to your father's decision. Think about your mate and all that will happen because of your refusal. You have risked everything. Whether you like it or not you will have to take someone else, the council will never approve of him, your father will never approve of him. Also seeing how you returned I don't have to guess that he doesn't love you enough. He didn't even fight for you and he doesn't want you. You deserve better. You have to let him go."

"No" she sounded faintly, Kiarra's warm breath smelled of blood. She couldn't shake her head from the amount of pain.

Vivienne placed down a glass of blue liquid she hadn't even noticed was in her hand beside the glass of water in her bedside table.

"I want you to live and maybe one day you will be happy but to do so Kiarra you have to forget him. This is a hard decision but I know you will make the right one. No questions asked but if you drink this you will forget about him and any memories you have that tie you two together. It will take away the pain. You have to forget about him Kiarra."

Her muffled breathing was all that came out as she stared at the blank wall.

"I will leave you to decide."

She would never be happy even if she didn't remember him. The glass with the blue liquid looked hypnotizing before her.

"There's no us. You were a mistake. I will never have anything to do with you."

His words kept playing over in her head. She felt empty and in so much pain. She wanted it to go away more than anything. She closed her eyes feeling the warm tears trickle down. Most of her broken bones had healed. How many broken bones had she suffered over the years? She lifted her shirt slowly and carefully looked at the swollen black and blue bruisings. She couldn't breathe without feeling searing pain and wondered if all her ribs were broken. It felt like it. She couldn't move either. She knew her leg and arm had been broken but healed back. She could only imagine what her face looked like. She tried to blot out the voices in her head but they still came. She didn't want to forget. They were all she had, memories of him to keep going. He didn't want her. "Get the fuck out of my pack house."

"I said get out!"

"You're dead to me."

She lifted the glass and saw a tiny glimpse of her reflection. Her eye was swollen almost shut, her lips split wide open. Her face was swollen, bloodied and unrecognizable. He could never want her. She raised the glass. She just wanted the pain to go away.