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Seneca POV

I ran straight through the door in my attempt to escape and was confused why Ace wasn't chasing me. Once I slammed the door behind me I realized that I had landed myself right the middle of the bathroom.

My heart was pounding while I started searching the bathroom for any form of escape but unfortunately there wasn't even a window in here.

I was so overwhelmed by everything going on and especially the nightmare that I just had about Mays safety.

I just couldn't take it anymore so I leaned back against the wall, slid down, and wrapped my arms around myself and cried once again.

After what felt like a good while, I had calmed down and decided to take a shower hoping to make myself feel a bit better. I searched the cabinets and found a towel and placed it on the counter.

I started to pull my shirt off over my head and unclasped my bra as I stared into the huge mirror above the sink. Being around Ace made me so much more aware of the scars that shown on my shoulders, stomach and back.

Growing up my father was so abusive, but he always calculated his hits to make sure that they wouldn't be seen by any outsiders.

The drunk bastard gave me some from the belt and some were from being thrown at furniture or hit with something else. I hated letting these memories flood my mind as I always worked so hard to repress them.

I must have been lost in my own thoughts because all of the sudden I became aware of the screaming and pounding on the other side of the door.

"That's it Seneca.... I'm breaking down this door!"

Ace screamed

With that the door crashed down and I was met with a very angry looking Ace. He glared at me but his face instantly softened as he noticed that my upper body was completely bare to him.

I noticed his eyes dart to my breasts and I immediately placed my arms over my chest in embarrassment. His eyes appeared a bit darker as he stalked towards me with a predatory look in his eyes.

I couldn't lie and say that I wasn't a little turned on by his actions. Especially as I thought back to our little make out session from earlier.

Ace stopped quickly and ..... sniffed the air maybe ??

Then he stared back into my eyes and I noticed that they were almost completely black. "I can smell your arrousal mate." He stated in his deep, sultry voice.

At that I felt my core throbbing for his touch. He slowly edged towards me and leaned his face towards mine. His rough hands reaching for my shoulders and pulling me gently towards him.

I held my eyes closed, the tension building between us as I waited for his lips to crash against mine. Suddenly my eyes flew open when his grasp on my shoulders turned from gentle to almost painful.

I whimpered in pain as I opened my eyes only to be met by Ace's now glowing ones. They looked just like the night I spotted him in the restaurant.

"Who made these marks on you !!" Ace growled out as he continued to hold his tight grip on me.

"please stop you're hurting me!" I shouted out

Great! - i was right ...even Ace is disgusted by my scars.

Tears poured out of my eyes once again as I replayed being beaten by the only man that a girl should always be able to trust. And now it was happening all over again - Ace lied he was hurting me again !

"Tell me who it was Seneca. NOW !!!!" He yelled right in my face.

I reached up and tried to pry his hands from my shoulders but It was no use. "Please Ace it's too hard to talk -about!"

My words came out almost as a cry as his grip continued to tighten on me.

"It was that cheating bastard you call a husband wasn't it ! I swear Seneca I'm going to kill him."

He growled out so loud that my ears were ringing

I suddenly screamed out in pain as I felt something stabbing into my skin near Ace's hands. I peeked over to see .....cla.....claws! Coming out of his fingers and piercing into my shoulders.

Ace immediately pulled back at hearing my screams.

His eyes scanned over my shoulders and realizing the damage he had done seemed to start to calm himself down.

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Ace POV

I scanned over to her shoulders and couldn't believe what I had done. I saw that my claws had dug into her skin and there was blood now trickling down her chest.

I pulled my hands away instantly, regret and pain filling me. Seneca fell to the floor and pushed herself into a corner cowering away from me.

I don't know how I let this happen.

I had just got so caught up with the thought that maybe something was wrong with my mate when she wouldn't answer through the bathroom door.

I thought that maybe she had hurt herself and that in itself had stirred my wolf side up. Then when I burst through the door and saw my mate standing there half naked it stirred my wolf even further.

And to top it off when I sniffed the air and realized that my mate was feeling just as aroused as me - well that just put me over the edge and my wolf side completely took over.

So when I approached her I already barely had a shred of humanity left. In fact had I not seen the scars lining my mates skin - I probably wouldn't have stopped until I was fully mated to her.

I was just so angry about her scars, about someone hurting her and yet here I am harming her just like whoever did this.

I knew that my eyes were back to their normal color now and my breathing was calm so I decided to try to help her with her wounds.

I approached her slowly and crouched down as she covered her head trying to protect herself.

"Seneca please .... I'm so sorry..... my wolf side started to take over when I thought about someone hurting you."

"Yeah Ace ......your wolf side - is that what you tell yourself so you can hurt women?!" She screamed through her tears.

"Seneca no... I ..... I ....."

"You What Ace!! You're sorry ? ........ yeah I've heard that before .....You're just like every other man that's ever been in my life! ......... they all just continue to HURT me!!!"

Seneca was now screaming on the floor - her sobs wracked through her body and she started rocking back and forth to soothe herself.

I didn't care how she would react I couldn't let her stay like this. Especially with the wounds that were still exposed on her shoulders.

I walked over to her and picked her up bridal style. She tried to fight me away from her. She flailed and kicked around as she continued screaming.

When I still didn't let her go she started throwing punches at my chest and my jaw and I just let her take all her frustration out on me as I began walking out of the bathroom and towards the bed.

I deserved every punch and kick that she could land on me. I just let her do as she pleased and made no effort to stop her.

We made it to the bed and I sat down on the mattress and propped my back against the headboard. All while continuing to cradle my mate in my arms.

She was still continuing her assault on me and had landed a few good punches that I'm sure left some pretty good bruises behind. but I knew they would heal before morning.

She finally was wearing herself out and her crying had turned to soft sobs and hiccups as I snuggled her close.

Just before she fell asleep I whispered in her ear "I've never been so sorry in my life Seneca - please find it in your heart to forgive me."

I looked down at my now sleeping mate and realized that something wet had dropped down my face. I reached my hand up to my cheek to wipe whatever it was away.

As my hand swiped over my cheek, my mouth dropped open. They were tears ? I was crying ?

But I hadn't cried since I was 16 years old.

The day my parents were murdered.