FALLING FOR A HEARTLESS BETA

***Amber’s POV***

Alpha Jacob had no idea that his beta was a cruel man. As one of the servants, I was supposed to sleep inside the servant’s quarter, but Dale made an arrangement so that I would be staying in his place.

He lied to the alpha about needing a personal maid even at night. Initially, Jacob suggested to hire another person but Dale used his convincing powers to persuade the Alpha.

I am scared of the Luna but Dale was scarier. While the Luna was a threat to my safety, Dale had already abused me, both physically and mentally. How could he ask me to sleep with Jacob while spending a night with me almost every night?

It would feel weird!

One day, Dale got mad about something and he vented his anger at me. I had no idea what caused to be so furious, but when he held that whip before me, I trembled in fear.

Seeing the long whip reminded me of my childhood. One time, my father hit me with his belt, not just once, not even twice, but more than ten times.

Welts were visible at the back of my legs and I couldn’t wear shorts for a more than two weeks. He knew that as a future woman of the Alpha, my skin had to remain flawless but he dared to use his belt on me.

“Surely you will not use that on me, right?” I asked Dale when he showed me his whip.

Out of fear, I backed downed until there was no more space to move away from him.

“Who knows? Want to give it a try?” He warned me.

Thankfully, it was just a warning. He didn’t use it on me, not even once. However, his warning was enough to make me obedient to him at all times. Since that day, I chose to be silent, and never bothered to argue with him.

If he would tell me to sing and dance in front of him, I would gladly do it. I would ask me to walk on fire, I wouldn’t hesitate to do it, unless he would keep my baby safe. Currently, that’s all that matters to me.

I believed he was able to convince the Alpha to let me stay in his place for twenty-four hours a day because I was no longer required to report to the butler of Alpha Jacob.

Of course, I was thankful for it. Working in the mansion made me nervous especially when the Luna would usually glare at me. Dale’s place was a better place for the mean time.

As early as five in the morning, I would prepare his breakfast, and then I would eat ahead of him. Actually, I was hiding away from him. I was scared of being whipped or flogged.

Aside from that, I was scared to face him every day since my feelings for him has become uncontrollable. No matter how much I tried to suppress it, my heart wouldn’t listen and continued to love the wrong person!This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Dale has made it clear that he has no feelings for me. He said he wouldn’t be able to love me. He emphasized that on several occasions. He had no idea that his harsh words was hurting me.

Dale didn’t know how my heart was shredded into tiny pieces when I heard him say that.  I simpered at the thought of becoming weak and pitiful because of loving him.

For goodness sake, I endured so much already! Being heartbroken was no big deal for me. His heart was guarded, like a prisoner who was sent into the deepest dungeon of a palace, and I had no way to infiltrate it without getting hurt in the process!

Every day, it frustrated me that I couldn’t do anything about my situation! Then, I would vent out my frustration on a large stuff toy in his bedroom. I would wrestle with it, and I wouldn’t stop punching its face until his fake eyes would fall.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked me as soon as he caught me punching his stuff toy.

“I am just dusting it, Dale,” I lied but when he picked its eyes on the floor, I knew I fucked up.

“Dusting it? Are you sure, Amber? Then, what is this? How did it fall?” He asked several questions.

“I had no idea. I wasn’t into stuff toy so I don’t really know,” I continued to lie because admitting the truth would be embarrassing.

It was obvious that he was shocked when he saw me being violent to his stuff toy. Earlier, I was startled to see him. If only I hadn’t forgotten to lock the door, then maybe, he wouldn’t be able to come in.

“We need to talk, Amber,” he said.

I raised my eyebrows when he said we needed to talk because we always talked. We do it every single day. Or should I say, that he did the talking, while I would only listen to him.

“About what, Dale?” I asked because as far as I was concerned, there was nothing we had to talk about.

“Are you avoiding me?” He inquired while narrowing his eyes at me.

“I have no reasons to do that, Dale. Can a prisoner totally avoid her captor>? I don’t think so,” I answered and my voice was full of sarcasm and he was offended.

“Mind your manners when I am talking to you, Amber!”

He roared and stormed out from the room and there was a loud bang from the door as he kicked it close.

I stared at the door frame as if he was still there, and let my tears flow freely. I was confused, and I had no idea what to do anymore.

The other part of my brain wanted to escape for total freedom, but the other half wanted to stay with the bastard.

Then, I got to my feet and followed him outside. With the flower vase on my right hand, I threw it to his head to get his attention. Lately, Dale was so full of himself!

“What the fuck?” He cursed as something hard hit his head.

“D-dale,” I immediately regretted my action.

“Did you try to kill me with a vase?” He shouted.

There was blood on his fingers which he used to check on the spot that was hit by the porcelain vase.

I remained motionless while waiting for his retaliation. I didn’t mean to hurt him, but only to call his attention. Then, he strut his way back toward me, and I stood frozen.

“Dale…wait!”

I put one of my arms forward to stop him from coming to me, but he was fast enough to pin me against the wall. While doing so, I remembered when he did it to me once, but the experience wasn’t scary but erotic.

“What was that for? Were you trying to kill me?”

His voice roared in my ears and I looked away. Then, Dale cupped my face and bestowed me a punishing kiss. For a long time, I have been wanting to be kissed like that again. Finally, he had reasons to conquer my luscious lips again.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized for hurting him but he kissed me again. This time, it was ravishing and sexy.