Alpha King's Hybrid Mate: Mated to the Afterlife

Lea

My name is Lea, and I’m twenty-eight years old. I can’t say I’ve had the happiest of lives, but I hold my own.

Now, I live with my best friend, Ellie, in a tiny apartment in the boonies of Alaska. I work at home, and she’s a bartender, which makes us inseparable.

Growing up, my father was a jerk. He would belittle me and my mother, or any woman, for that matter. His vocabulary regularly consisted of words like: “slut, whore, bitch, fat, ugly.”

The man would always have something to say about the way we looked or if we gained weight.

I can’t even explain how boosting~ that was to my self-esteem. Growing up, he told my mother, “Put some makeup on before you go out; you don’t want to scare people.” So yeah, Grade-A-Jerk.~

We rarely contact one another now. If the man isn’t in my business, he is commenting on how “big” I’ve gotten or some other physical flaws I have.

I do not understand how my mother has stayed with him all these years. Then again, maybe I do, and I just don’t want to admit it.

Talk about daddy issues.

So anyways, I’m a big girl, pushing a little over two hundred pounds, and standing at five foot nine. I am learning to love my curves now, though.

Yeah, I’m still insecure about them, but fuck it. I will still walk out with some tight jeans, reddish hair that goes to my waist, piercing green eyes, and my head held up high… on most days.

Growing up with that kind of influence, you can probably guess I end up in some pretty shitty relationships. More of them were abusive than not.

I always dealt with it, though, in hopes I’d feel wanted and loved, anything, and not be alone.

I know, I know, I have some serious issues internally, but on the outside, I have grown a hard skin and hide it reasonably well from unknowing people.

My current boyfriend, Kyle, and I have been together for five years. He can be a sweetheart, though he isn’t romantic or emotionally invested if I’m honest.

He’s pretty much a replica of my father. I have grown so used to being choked, punched, kicked, and pushed that I have normalized it as much as someone else would with a kiss or hug, or at least that’s what Ellie tells me.

It’s just another day, I guess. It’s not always bad. We have had our good months… Or even a good year without the bad physical aspects, but it’s better than being alone, right?

After all, who would want to be with a “lazy, fat bitch”.

Ugh, I told you I’ve got serious issues. Am I confident or riddled with anxiety, fear, and self-esteem issues? I don’t even know at this point.

Almost thirty years old, and I have no fucking clue who I am anymore.

Ellie, my BFF, hates that I stay with Kyle. I’ve lost count of how many times she has begged me to leave, but my dumb ass still stays, and I just make up an excuse as to why.

She always has my back, though. How many people would stick around knowing you are keeping yourself in a bad situation?

Considering she is my one and only friend now… not many.