We sat there for about ten minutes, eating in a comfortable silence. I wanted to bring up her scars but I was unsure on how to do it. Do I just come right out and ask her how she got them or do I slowly direct the conversation that way? Maybe if I showed her a few of my battle scars she'd feel more inclined to talk about hers?
"Are you okay?" Annabelle whispered, obviously deciding that she's had enough to eat and was now sitting with her back against the foot of the bed.
I nodded my head and rubbed the back of my neck. It was now or never I guess. "I have a question for you...you don't have to answer if you don't want to but I was wondering...well...Umm..." I had never really stuttered a day in my life before I met her but now that I have I've found that I've felt more nervous than ever. I looked up to see Annabelle staring at me with confusion in her eyes, unsure as to where I was going with my questioning. Well here goes nothing... "how did you get your scars?" I rushed out. It came out sounding all like one word but I knew she had understood me as I saw her freeze. Had I crossed a line?
Tears slowly brimmed her eyes and she looked down, as if she was ashamed of something.
"I'm sorry my little mate, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to". I crawled over to her and brought her into my arms, needing to comfort her in some way.
She shook her head before hiding in my chest and all I could do was draw her tighter to me as I kissed the top of her head.
We stayed like that in silence for a while, neither of us daring to be the first to speak. Just when I thought she had gone to sleep she surprised me by speaking.
"Peter?" I asked in confusion, had I heard her right? "Who's peter"'
"My...my foster father" she muttered "he's the one that gave me the scars, well most of them anyway. Sometimes it was his wife Natalie or his son Damon".
I froze when I heard her say the name Damon, that was the name she was pleading to stop when she was having her nightmare. Was she having a flashback to that place, to what he had done to her? I growled at the thought and struggled to rain in my wolf, if he got out now I know there would be nothing stopping him from hunting down those people and killing them in the slowest and most painful way possible.
I took in a slow, deep breath to calm myself down before I asked anymore questions. "Why...? How...?"
She sighed, playing with the hem of my shirt. "When I had done something wrong, or if they were in a bad mood, or if...if they were just bored" she shrugged, as if it was no big deal.
I growled again, a bit loader this time and she froze before slowly relaxing again. "What did they use on you to cause marks like that?" I didn't really know whether I wanted to know the answer or not but I couldn't help myself but ask.
She sighed again before slowly moving away from me so that she could lift her top up slightly.
I don't think I could ever get used to the sight of scars on my mates perfect skin. They crisscrossed her skin like a spiders web, a web you could only see if you looked in certain lights.
"Marks like these are usually from things like belts" she whispered, pointing to lines surrounded by little dots, probably from the holes in a belt made for the buckle. "These ones are from a fire poke" she explained pointing to the more raised ones. "And the rest are from things that have been thrown at me like the corner of a blunt object or something" she muttered as she pushed her tshirt back down before coming back over to me and snuggling back into my arms.
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The Alpha and his mate (Book 1)Werewolf
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