I Saved A Beast—He Destroyed Me Novel by AvaXox25 _ Novel




I Saved A Beast—He Destroyed Me Chapter 01

I saved a werewolf named Jesse. He repaid me by destroying everything.
He killed my people. Dragged me to his family's graves and burned my skin, forcing me to take the blame.
I begged him to spare our baby. He strangled him... and threw his body to the vultures right in front of me.
Then he tortured me.
Drove silver needles into my body.
Turned me into a sex slave. All because he believed a lie.
What he didn't know was – I had already used up everything to save him.
Now... I only have three days left to live. 
The body moving above me was shoved aside.
I was yanked out of the pile of werebeasts in the military brothel tent.
Dragging me by the chain around my neck, they shoved me into Jesse's tent.
I fell onto the soft carpet, but the pain was so intense it washed all color from my face.
The needles inside me drove deeper.
The next second, a sharp pain shot through my scalp.
I was yanked up by my hair and hauled forward without mercy.
Only when a pair of black boots appeared in my sight did they stop.
I knew whose they were.
Trembling, I pressed my forehead to the ground.
"Greetings, Chieftain."
Too bad my obedience didn't earn Jesse's mercy.
He kicked my jaw with a frown.
"Disgusting."
Not daring to make a sound, I could only let out a muffled groan, swallowing the pain and blood pooling in my mouth.
My heart ached so much it felt like it might shatter at any moment.
Of course, I was disgusting. How could I not be?
Days and nights, I was trapped in the military brothel, ravaged and humiliated by werebeasts.
They wouldn't even let me rest when I was on my period.
Now my body was covered in the filth those brutes had left on me. I myself found it too filthy for words.
Jesse picked up the chain with a look of disgust.
He yanked my arm and slashed it hard, oblivious to my face already bruised purple from the chokehold.
Blood oozed out, dripping down my forearm to the ground, soon forming a small pool.
Witch blood was a cure-all.
One drop was all it took to cure any disease.
He scooped a drop from the bowl filled with my blood and fed it to the female werebeast beside him, who was trapped in a nightmare.
One drop was all it took to cure any disease.
I watched him, feeling nothing.
I didn't tell him my blood had long since lost its power.
Tammie Connell, the female werebeast, gripped Jesse's sleeve tightly, mumbling something.
The moment the blood touched her lips, she jolted awake and looked at him through teary eyes.
"Jesse, I dreamed about the past again..."
"Don't be afraid. No one can take you away now."
Jesse stroked her forehead, his expression gentle.
They seemed so close. My gaze fixed on them as I held my still-bleeding arm, my face growing paler.
Jesse had saved Tammie from the city.
She had gone to him with his parents' suicide note.
She had told him how bloodthirsty my people were – how they locked up hundreds of werebeasts and made slaves of them.
Later, Jesse took her under his protection and helped her find her lost child.
They grew closer as time went by.
Only then did Tammie seem to notice me. Hatred instantly filled her eyes.
She struggled to her feet and slapped me hard across the face.
"You bitch! You witch bitch!"
I was kicked to the ground, every bruise and mark on my body exposed.
Jesse seemed slightly stunned. He looked at me, his gaze grim. No one knew what he was thinking.
I hastily wrapped myself tightly in my ragged coat.
A tidal wave of humiliation engulfed me.
Tammie wrapped her arms around Jesse's, shouting at the top of her lungs.
"Kill her, Jesse! Please! Every last one of the Witch Clan deserves to die... Every single one!"
I closed my eyes, curling into a ball, trembling uncontrollably.
Jesse wouldn't kill me.
But he wouldn't spare me either.
As it turned out, I was right.
He yanked me up by the hair, looking at me coldly. His amber eyes were icy, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
"You want to die?"
I'd lost too much blood. My mind was already dazed.
I forced my eyes open and looked at him in a blur.
The wolf pup I had saved with my own hands had changed completely.
Fueled by hatred, he wanted nothing more than to tear me apart with his claws.
Sensing my silence, Jesse narrowed his eyes.
Then he poured the entire bowl of blood over my head.
Blood clogged my nose. I struggled for air.
But he let out a scoff and slowly tightened his grip around my neck.
My eyes rolled back, and I clawed desperately at his fingers.
"K-Kill me..."
He seemed genuinely taken aback.
His hand gripping my neck loosened.
The moment I could breathe again, he kicked me several meters away.
My back slammed into a wooden stool, numbness flooding my body.
The immense pain made even my fingers tremble.
His gritted voice sounded like it came from another world. "Monique, you want to die for relief? Not a chance.
"Take her back there. Finish what you were doing."
At his order, someone yanked my arm and dragged me out like I was an animal.
Through eyelids caked with blood, I managed a weak smile at Jesse's cold face.
Three days.
In three days, I would die—whether I wanted to or not.

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