KING MICAH: World Beyond The Ruins

This chapter involves rape. Trigger Alert: The door burst open and, standing there, was the King. Fallon and I shrieked back in fear as Micah stormed towards us, and he was seething with anger. “Mi-Micah,This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

” I stammered, his name as I pressed the sheet harder on my chest.

“Is this what you have been doing while I was away?” He growled out, his claws extended, his features in between a beast and a man. I couldn’t say a word as I cowered my head down in shame.

When I looked up and behind Micah, standing behind the broken door was Delta Leonardo, with a smirk on his lips. She cried out when Micah

pulled Fallon out of the bed, and she cried out when his claws dug into her flesh and blood trailed down her arm.

“Is this what you have been fucking while I was battling for my life and thinking about my whore of a mate?” He asked in a growl again and grabbed a fistful of Fallon’s hair and yanked her head back and yelled in pain.

“Please… stop,” Fallon begged Micah, bringing her free arm up to her head.

I jumped out of bed, not caring that I was naked before Leo, and tried pulling Fallon away from him. “Micah, let her go!” I screamed at him, and he pushed me away.

I fell to the ground and smacked my head on the floor, and I could feel blood trailing down from the cut.

“If a good fuck was all you wanted, you should have told me.”

When I looked back up, Micah angled Fallon’s naked body towards me, and I knew what was going to happen.

Before I could say a word, Micah’s clawed hand passed through Fallon’s chest from the back and yanked both her left breast and heart out of her body.

Fallon’s left hand was stretched out to me, and just a single word came out of her mouth.

“Lovette…”

I could only watch in shock and sob silently as her body dropped to the floor and blood pooled around her body.

Fallon’s body parts were thrown to the side, and I stared at how each drop of blood dropped from his fingers onto the rug. “Leave,

” Micah hissed, and I clumsily got up and tried running to the door, but Micah stopped me by grabbing me by the right arm. I looked up at him in fear that he might take my heart out like he did to Fallon.

“Not you,”

Delta Leonardo, who stood by the door enjoying the show, quickly rushed out of sight. Micah turned me around and pushed my chest tightly against the wall, and I gasped in fear.

“What are you doing?” I stammered in fear as he pressed harder on my back.

“Going to fuck your brains out for you to know that you are mine.” He sneered into my ear and I shuttered.

“What! No! You can’t do that! ” I cried out, struggling against his hold, but it was all in vain.

I could hear the flyer of his trousers being pulled down and his slack dropped to the floor.

“Please stop!” I begged, when his bloody left hand flattened against my stomach and pushed my ass out.

“This is what you get for being a whore.” He growled in my ear and I closed my eyes and sobbed.

I could feel his shaft in between my legs, and in one shove, he pushed himself into me and a cry broke out of my mouth. I clawed at the wall as he kept pounding into me with force.

“Open your eyes!” Micah shouted in my ear, but I kept them closed tightly. He moved his bloody hand from my stomach and grabbed my neck.

“Open,” a thrust. “Your” another thrust. “Eyes” A harder thrust

I gasped, moaned, and opened my eyes when Micah’s left hand moved from my hips to rub my clit. He also moved his right hand from my neck to grab my chin.

“I want you to look at her,” he said breathlessly. “I wanted you to look at her body as I pounded into you.” As I please you, “he groaned and angled my head so I would be staring into Fallon’s lifeless eyes.

“You did this,”

I hissed, and slammed my hand on the wall when his thrusts became rougher. “Please stop!” I begged, and he turned my head to look at him, his fingers digging painfully into my chin.

“Why should I stop, huh?” He asked and paused his movement. Micah turned me around and grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist.

“You promise me,” he mumbled, his facial features turning back to those of a man once more.

Tears ran down my cheek and I turned my head to the side. “I’m sorry,” I muttered.

“I tried, I really tried, but I just couldn’t love you,” I added, turning to face him. His eyes showed me how broken my words made him, but his face was as hard as stone.

In a split second, he grabbed my neck and began to choke me. I was struggling to breathe and began hitting his chest.

“Why!”? He yelled in my face, with his canines growing out.

“Because I hate you!” I snapped at his face. “I hate you so much even though I tried to love you,” I added with a sob.

“I don’t think I can ever love you, Micah.”

He stopped choking me and dropped my body to the floor. Micah turned around and picked up his trousers and put them on. I just sat on the floor naked and sobbed silently with my legs folded and covered with my blood. My intimate parts and neck were sore from Micah’s harsh treatment.

Micah walked away but pursed when he was at the door. “Get some sleep, we are leaving for the high mountains at dawn.” And he left.

Tears ran down my cheeks and I grabbed the rug in anger.

I released a shaky breath and looked over to Fallon’s lifeless body. I have to leave this place.

I have to find a way to escape Micah.