Chapter 9 Cody Is a Bastard

　　“I am...sorry.” I apologize, but Cody stops me. He tries to smile softly and walks to me. He puts his arms underneath my legs and waist to pick me up. I was like a bride in his arms. Although my back hurts so much, I do not cry anymore. I am wondering, “Why does he become gentle all of a sudden?” I can see that because of my blood, his shirt is getting stained. He doesn’t seem to care about it. He quickly carries me into a room different from the room I stayed in just now. 　　It seems to be a slave room too, but it looks different. This room is much better. It has a small bed in the middle of the room, and a small table beside the window. Yes, there is a window. There are about four doors on the wall. One seems to be the door of a closet, and another one seems to be the door of the bathroom. One is for the outside, and I do not know what the other one is for. 　　Cody puts me down on the bed. When I touch the bed, I tremble because of the pain. After that, Cody leaves. I start crying because I still can not accept the fact that I will be Cody’s slave. 　　I cry for a very long time. I do not know when I started to sleep, but I am woken up by the knock on the door. I thought it was Cody at first, but soon, I laugh at myself. How can Cody knock on my door? How can he be so polite? It is Betty. Betty comes inside and looks worried. “ Oh my God! How are you? You look... pale. Are you OK?” I try to smile, but my mouth hurts. “ Your face... How can he slap you so hard?” 　　Betty checks me and runs out of the room. She comes back with a wet cloth. She pulls my dress up and starts cleaning my wounds. “I am sorry. I do not have enough medicine for you, so I can only clean you up and bandage you up.” “It is OK. Thank you so much.” Betty hugs me and wipes my tears away. “ What happened?” I say, “ Cody doesn’t even allow me to say goodbye to my parents...” When speaking of this, I sob again. Betty thinks for a while. “It is weird. Maybe because...” “Because what?” Betty shakes her head. “ Nothing special. No matter what has happened to him, he shouldn’t do this. He is a total bastard.” 　　Suddenly, I hear a loud, scary growl coming from the door. 　　We both shiver in fear and hope that it is none of our business, but things go against my will as usual. We look over and see Cody standing there. He looks scary. She stares at Betty. We both know that he has heard what Betty said about him. 　　Betty keeps silent and shivers violently. I muster my courage and say, “ Please forgive her.” Cody doesn’t look at me as if I am not there. Cody walks straight to Betty and grabs her hair. Cody throws Betty across the room. I see Betty hit the wall and drop onto the floor in pain. I hear a cracking noise. I hope that her bones are not broken. 　　At that time, I forget my pain. I run to Betty, who is unconscious. Although we have only known each other for less than two days, I consider her my friend. I cry desperately, “Betty.” I hope someone can help Betty, but when I turn to Cody, I can only see the hatred on his face. “ Throw that bitch out of this room, slave.” I lower my head to hide the hatred on my face. I hate Cody. Not only because he hurts my friend, but also because he asks me, a pathetic girl with wounds all over my body, to carry her dying friend out of her room without any help. 　　I pull Betty up into a sitting position. I try my best to do it gently because I do not want to hurt her more. All of a sudden, Bruce comes in. As soon as he sees Betty, he runs toward her. At that time, I heave a sigh of relief. Bruce has stress and he cares about Betty. He picks up Betty in a bridal style. “ Why did you hurt her?“ Bruce yells at Cody angrily. “ I am your future alpha. You should respect me. And I do not need to explain to you why I do anything.” Cody looks calm. Bruce doesn’t say anything and leaves the room with Betty in his arms. I envy Betty, but more importantly, I am happy for her. 　　I hope that someone loves me as much as Bruce loves Betty. But it is impossible because I am Cody’s slave. Cody will never love me since I am not his mate. Others will not love me either, because I am Cody’s slave. I sit there, feeling my blood going down and crying sadly. 　　“Stand up.” I lower my head. I am sure that he knows that I have tried. Cody comes to me and kneels beside me. When I think that he starts to be gentle to me, he slaps me again. It is so hard that I have to hold my chin back with my hands. I cry out loud. Cody looks impatient and throws me onto the bed. He seems to continue beating me when someone suddenly says, “Stop it.”