Innocent Little Runt
Chapter 25

Christopher’s POV

A scream left my lips as I watched Lesa walk away. It felt as if someone had stabbed me in the heart a thousand and one times. I felt as if someone set fire to my skin while punching my stomach with an iron fist, literally. The pain only got worse as Lesa got farther away. When I heard the door to the cellars close the pain went away, but it was still there in my mind.

I have never felt a pain like this. Not when Mother died, not when Father died, not when I learned that Celeste wasn’t my mate, not even when I saw Lesa’s heartbroken face when I was dating that other girl. This pain was awful and it left me gasping for breath.

“You don’t deserve her after what you did to the Luna.” I looked up to see the Beta, Jared. I growled at him but ended coughing from the pain in my throat. He smiled.

“Shut up you worthless trash and get me out of here!” He chuckled and rolled his eyes. This pack is full of useless people like him. I only stayed here because I had no place to go. Then I stayed for Lesa but that is over now. All thanks to that stupid runt.

“I don’t have to take orders from you. Why would I want to in the first place? The Luna has never done anything wrong and even with everything that has happened to her she is still sweet. And you hurt her. No wonder why Lesa rejected you. Now you’ll be in here for the rest of your life, which isn’t going to be that long, by the way, as Lesa is up there raising your child.” I growled at him, not caring about the pain in my throat.

“f**k you!” He walked up to me and raised his foot. He brought his foot down on one of my already broken hands. I screamed in pain and he crushed my hand farther.

“That is for the Luna,” he said. “And this,” he said bringing his foot back up again, “is for hurting Lesa.” He brought his foot down where the sun doesn’t shine and I bit my l*p hard enough to draw b***d. “She is like a sister to me and you are lucky you aren’t getting worse, you f*g mutt.” With that he walked away and out of the cellars.

This all that runts fault. That stupid little b*h just had to be a cry baby. I barely even touched her and she goes crying to her worthless st of a mate. How does he not see how useless she is? She is weak and pathetic. Quite honestly I am lucky she is not my mate. I wouldn’t want to be stuck with a runt like her.

There is going to be a day when the pack will need a true Luna and Xavier will leave her and I will laugh at her misery.

While I wait for that to happen though, there is no way I am going to sit in these chains. The farther I am away from this pack the better. When I am away from this pack I can plan my revenge. I will take my child and Lesa and burn the rest of the pack to the ground. I will enjoy their screams as I hold my child. And Lesa, she will love me again. And if she doesn’t, then she will never see our child again.

I wait until night time, when almost everyone in the pack is asleep. My hands and feet have healed by now. They are still sore but I don’t care. I tug on the chains with all my strength. eventually I hear the chains break but the cuffs are still on my wrists and ankles. My skin around it is red and looks like it will probably blister. I can break off the cuffs later.

I walk towards where the door of the cellars is. I push open the door and look around. No guards right now. No wonder why there is a rogue problem. This pack has awful security. I walk out into the open, wincing as my feet hit the ground. fk! If that a*****e hadn’t broken my hands and then my feet I would be fine right now. He is one sick fk.

I close the cellar door and make a run for it. No one sees me until I am close to the border.

“Hey,” the patrol man yells. “Stop!” I ignore him and continue to run. When I get close to him, I shove him to the ground and watch as he hits his head. I quickly lean down to check his pulse, he is still alive. Good, I don’t need this pack coming after me for any more reasons. I get back up and run past the border.

I run as far as I can make it without collapsing. My knees hit the ground about a mile away from the pack. I collapse completely, taking in harsh breaths. I will kill that entire pack if it is the last thing I do.

I won’t do it until my child is born though. I would just take Lesa with me now but I don’t have anyway of giving her a proper doctor. She needs to stay healthy until the baby is born. Then she can have a healthy baby.

If the baby is a boy I will name him Alexander, after my father. And Lesa always wanted to name our first daughter Faith. Maybe one day she will forgive me and we can have another child. We can have two, just like I always thought I would be able to convince her. Maybe one day we will even have a third. We can find a new, better pack to live in. Maybe we can live in neutral territory and raise our children around other species and get along with them all.

Maybe we can do that one day, but first, I want that pack to burn.