Chapter 317: Shedding Her Skin For Me
Chapter 317 of "Mated To The Crippled Alpha" kicks off with: "Yael, no!"My eyes snapped open, his name tearing out of my throat before my mind... Continue reading!
"Yael, no!"My eyes snapped open, his name tearing out of my throat before my mind even caught up.
For a second, I expected the pain to slam into me again that burning, needle-deep agony that had dragged me into darkness.
But it didnât.
I shot upright and stared around, confused.
I was in a bed.
Clean sheets. A thin blanket. My clothes had been changed.
After that brutal night with Lewis, my whole body had been sore in a way that sat deep in my bones. Yet now... nothing hurt. I felt strangely light, like someone had lifted a heavy coat off my shoulders.
My hand shook as I lifted my shirt.
The marks Lewis left on me those bruises, those kisses were gone.
Completely gone.
Not even a shadow.
And my skin... it didnât look like mine. Riley had always been pale, but this was different. This was ghost-pale. Cold-white. Smooth in a way that didnât feel human. Even tiny moles and fine body hair were missing, like theyâd been erased.
It looked cleaner than any spa could promise.
Too clean.
I swallowed hard, staring at myself like I was a stranger.
What did he put in that water?
My body didnât feel violated, at least not in that way. No soreness. No strange ache. Nothing that told me he had touched me like that.
But my clothes being changed still made my skin crawl.
I forced myself to breathe and looked around.
The room was plain, almost empty, but it felt... abandoned. Like no one slept here for a long time. Even the bedding carried a faint, stale smell that reminded me of closed rooms and wet walls.
Outside, I heard waves smashing against rocks.
Hope flared in my chest. If there was a window, maybe there was a way out.
I hurried over and peered outside.
My heart nearly stopped.
The rocks below were moving.
Not from the tide.
From bodies.
Dozens of snakes crawled over each other, thick and glossy, tangled like ropes. Their scales flashed in the early light, and the sight made my stomach twist so hard I clapped a hand over my mouth.
"Ugh..."
I stumbled back, grateful I hadnât opened the window. If I had, one of them couldâve slipped inside.
Maybe I wouldnât die from a bite.
But Iâd rather die than feel that kind of fear crawling over me.
Far off, the first light of dawn crept over the horizon. The sunrise was beautiful.
I didnât care.
After seeing those snakes, beauty meant nothing.
Yael had trapped me.
No chains. No locks.
Just an island that didnât want me alive.
Now I understood the spray heâd used on me before we arrived. Iâd thought it was for bugs.
It wasnât.
It was to keep the snakes away just enough.
This was an island of snakes.
He didnât need to tie me up, because he knew I wouldnât run.
The room had modern plumbing, but no phone. No TV. No tablet. No laptop. Nothing.
No way to call Lewis.
No way to scream where anyone could hear.
I opened the door and stepped outside.
The air tasted salty and sharp, and the wind kept pulling at my hair like curious fingers.
Not far away, someone sat on a rock.
He turned his head like heâd sensed me before I even moved.
Yael.
He wore a white shirt and beige pants, his hair messy from the breeze, his posture relaxed like this was a vacation and not a cage.
He smiled brightly when he saw me. "Elena, youâre awake."
The scene looked peaceful.
Too peaceful.
Like a postcard.
And that made it worse, because Iâd seen what he was capable of.
I didnât answer. I just watched him.
He stood and walked toward me. The sun caught his face, softening him, making him look younger than he had any right to.
"You look marvelous, Elena."
I glanced down at myself. A simple white dress. Bare face. My hair loose. The only mark on my face was a small red mole between my brows.
Whitney wore white too.
They liked their girls in white.
My throat tightened.
"Whatâs in that drug?" My voice came out hoarse, still raw. "What did you put in the water?"
He grinned, like Iâd asked about skincare. "A rejuvenating serum, sister. The only downside is the pain."
Then his eyes gleamed. "Do you know how snakes shed their skin?"
My stomach clenched.
I looked back at the rocks below and felt sick all over again.
He stepped closer, standing beside me like we were friends watching the ocean. The sunlight outlined him, making him look almost holy.
"I saved the skin you shed last night," he said, pride dripping from his voice. "Sister."
"Ugh."
It hit me harder than the snakes did.
Skin doesnât shed like that.
Not like a coat you can peel off and keep.
My mind tried to make it make sense like exfoliating, dead cells, something normal.
But the way he said it... the way he enjoyed it...
It wasnât normal.
His fingers touched my cheek lightly. "You look even cleaner than before, Elena."
A cold shiver slid down my spine.
You could never predict him.
One second he was smiling.
The next, he could turn.
He noticed my trembling and softened his voice. "Elena, are you scared of me?"
I didnât answer.
Because yes.
Anyone would be.
He leaned in slightly, almost gentle. "Donât worry. As long as you behave and donât try to escape, Iâll treat you well."
As if I was a pet.
A few snakes slipped out from between the rocks nearby. My body jerked back without thinking.
Yael didnât even look bothered. "There are many vipers here."
He handed me a spray bottle. "Spray this on yourself every day. Snakes, bugs, rats... they wonât bother you."
My fingers wrapped around it, stiff and slow.
"Are we the only ones on this island?" I asked.
His smile didnât move. "If youâre testing me, I wonât answer."
I forced myself to sound calm. "The bedding smells musty. If weâre staying long, weâll need supplies. New sheets. Food. Water. Itâll be... awkward with just the two of us."
He nodded like Iâd asked for towels. "Donât worry. Someone will bring supplies. Iâll take care of your room soon."
Then he held out his hand.
"Elena," he said, voice almost bright again. "The sunrise is beautiful. I want to show you something on the island."
I didnât trust him.
But I needed time. I needed information. I needed a way back to Lewis.
So I pretended.
I stepped forward and gave him a small, obedient smile that didnât reach my eyes. "Letâs go."
His gaze hardened instantly.
He didnât like that.
Like my agreement wasnât pure enough for him.
In a flash, his fingers closed around my hand, grip tight and possessive.
"Elena," he said quietly, "my patience is limited."
A warning.
My mouth went dry.
I wanted to pull away, but the memory of his calm threat in the washroom rushed back like ice water.
So I followed.
I had to survive.
I had to go back to Lewis.
Yael led me up a small hill.
The air was filled with hissing.
Everywhere I looked, there were snakes bright patterns, glossy scales, bodies sliding through grass and rocks like the island itself was alive.
My whole body stayed tense, every nerve stretched.
A few snakes, I could handle.
This?
This felt like walking through a nightmare and pretending you werenât afraid.
I kept repeating in my mind, stupid and desperate, like it could make it less real.
Snake stew. Raw snake stew.
Snake stew.
"What would you like to eat later, Elena?" Yael asked casually.
Without thinking, the words jumped out.
"Snake stew."
Even I froze after I said it.
I didnât eat snakes.
I didnât even like looking at them.
But fear makes you say strange things.
Yael laughed like Iâd made a cute joke. "Alright. Weâll have snake stew."
He stopped walking.
"Elena," he said. "Weâre here."
The sun had already climbed higher. The sunrise was long gone.
I looked around as he stepped aside.
He hadnât brought me here for the view.
He brought me here for something else.
In front of me, dark tombstones stood in rows.
A graveyard.
On an island full of snakes.
My throat tightened until it hurt.
And in that moment, I understood one simple thing
This place wasnât just a hiding spot.
It was a warning.