Innocent Little Runt
Chapter 20

Lesa’s POV

I look around at my house that was basically in pieces. After I heard what Christopher did I tore the house apart. I started by flipping the furniture upside down then I smashed almost everything that had glass on it. The kitchen is full of broken plates, bowls, and glasses. There are broken picture frames that once held pictures of Christopher and I.

Christopher. I can’t believe what he did. What kind of a messed up soul even dares to raise a hand on a woman? I couldn’t actually believe it at first. Christopher has always been kind. Even when he was dating that other girl he still was sweet towards me. Then again, everyone has to have a secret right?

I got up off of the one wooden chair that wasn’t in pieces and walked out of the house. I walked the long walk towards the pack house. Every now and then people gave me pitied looks. I guess word gets out fast.

I hate it. I hate the pity. You do not pity people who have nothing to be pitied for. Christopher has something to be pitied for. He is the one who has a sick enough mind to hit a girl, a person who never even did something. She isn’t even an adult yet. She looks to be 15, maybe 16 years old.

I walk into the pack house to see Celeste sleeping on the couch. The television was on, playing a random movie. The guy grabbed the girl and pulled her close, kissing her deeply. Tears came to my eyes. Christopher and I used to be like that.

I went over to Celeste and kneel in front of her and brush her hair away from her cheek. I gasp as I see the forming bruise. Christopher did that to her? How could he? That sick bastard.

Celeste stirs and her eyes slowly open. She mumbles under her breath before her eyes land on mine. They widen for a moment and her breath picks up.

“It’s okay Celeste,” I say quickly, putting my hands on her shoulders. “You’re fine. I promise.” Her wide and innocent brown eyes take in her surroundings.

“Where’s Xavier? He’ll be worried, I was supposed to stay in our room.” I smiled at her. Even if she doesn’t realize it, she is starting to like it here. Even if it wasn’t her talking. Her eyes turned to a darker brown before she started speaking. It was her wolf speaking.

“Can I talk to Celeste please?” I asked. She narrowed her eyes but she didn’t look angry. She looked more like she was questioning herself.

“She’s resting, healing. She needs to rest. Christopher hurt her.” I winced when she said that. “Where’s Xavier?”

“He should be down in the cellars right now. Do you have a name?” Most wolves didn’t have names because they stayed in the back of our minds. However, I have met a few who their wolves come forward and in those cases their wolves have names.

“Ancillary. Where’s Xavier?” I smiled at her.

“You’re good for him and his wolf.” I smiled at her and hugged her. At first she tensed but then calmed down. “I have to go down to the cellar. I’ll get him for you. Go back to sleep.” She nodded and laid her head down. “It was nice to meet you Ancillary.” I got up and walked out the back of the pack house.

A few yards away there was what looked like a storm cellar. That’s where there was almost an area as huge as the pack house that had the cellars. I winced as I heard screams, Christopher’s screams. My wolf whined but she agreed that he deserved it.

I walked towards his screams to see Xavier cutting into his chest and then dripping wolves bane on his cuts. They healed very slowly and then he would start the process over again.

“Xavier,” I called out. Both of their eyes snapped up to me.

“H-help,” Christopher croaked.

“Lesa, you shouldn’t be here.” I walked over to my brother and smiled at him.

“I’m fine. Can you leave us alone for a minute?” Xavier was about to say no when I quickly added in, “Celeste is looking for you.” He smiled at just the mention of her name but then frowned. His eyes snapped to Christopher, who was taking deep labored breaths. He stood up and punched Christopher in the jaw making him g***n.

“She’s in the entertainment room!” I called out after Xavier as he left.

I looked back to Christopher. His hair was matted with b***d. His hands and feet were burned, but I knew they were burned by wolves bane. Both of his wrists were broken and I smiled a little. I felt terrible for smiling but I couldn’t help it. This bastard hurt an innocent girl.

“Lesa,” he mumbled. “Please, help me.”

“Why would I do that? I have never helped anyone who hurts women. In fact you beat up a guy who did that once.” He looked up at me and my breath got caught in my throat.

“P-please,” he said in a raspy breath. “I-I still lo-love you.” I shook my head and looked away, trying not to cry.

“Don’t you dare.” Tears came to my eyes. “You hurt her. I saw it. The entire left side of her face is bruised. Did you even have a good reason to hurt her?” He looked away in shame. I thought so. “You are a sick bastard you know that?”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“And to think we were actually going to raise a child together.” His eyes widened.

“R-really?” He tried to put one of his hands, despite his broken wrist, on my stomach. I slapped his hand away and he winced.

“I, Lesa Vedette, reject you, Christopher Linkton, as my mate.” I felt a huge wave of pain go throughout my body. I bit my l*p as Christopher scream in pain. With that I stood up and walked out of the cellar, ignoring Christopher’s pleas.

When I got back to my broken house I cleaned up, throwing out all pictures of Christopher and I. I would burn the rest of his stuff later. I sat down on the couch and put a hand on my stomach.

“It’s okay baby, ” I whispered. “We are going to be just fine.”