Her New Life

[Rosalie’s POV]

My first week in the Moon Storm pack was exactly as I expected it to be. I was treated like nothing more than a pet, as Diego promised.

When I wasn't leashed to his side, I was in a cage in his room, where I had to bear witness to everything from him fucking to his daily routine—wake up, workout, shower, disappear for a few hours, return, and repeat—and even his nights alone, where he seemed to be haunted by unseen demons when he tried to sleep.

It was always the same no matter how many days passed, and I couldn't help but wonder why exactly I was brought here.

To this point, he didn't say another word about my being a tool, which made me question if what he said from the start was true or not, but by day seven, instead of leaving after finishing his morning routine, Diego came to get me.

Remaining silent, I wait until my collar is put in place before getting up so I won’t be dragged.

“You're obedient this morning,” he murmurs in satisfaction. “Are you trying to get on my good side in hopes of being the next woman in my bed?”

Not hardly. I growl inwardly while memories of those lust-stricken women mewling beneath Diego as he fucks them mercilessly appear in my mind. Who would want to be used like that and then thrown away?

“Don't try to hide it,” he chuckles, leading me out of the room. “Do you think I don't see the hunger in your eyes while you watch me take other women?”

Eyes widening, I try to determine if he is being serious or not. Did he really mistake disgust for hunger?

‘Don’t lie,’ the darkness chuckles. ‘You were so turned on, you couldn’t stand it.’

Ignoring the jab, I keep my expression neutral. I wasn’t turned on; who would be turned on by something like that? There was no way. But… I did wonder how it would feel to be with a man like that instead of by force. It was pretty clear that those women were more than willing to be with Diego, and if he wasn’t such a fucking cold bastard, I couldn’t blame them.

In the looks department, Diego was the whole package with his seven-foot height, broad build, piercing eyes, and perfect body, which he worked hard to maintain. And don’t get me started on those tattoos that cover his skin, painting a story that I too was curious about. Not to mention those plump lips and that pierced tongue that knows just how to...

A low growl reaches me, snapping me out of my head, and when I turn to take in Diego’s face, I know that he smells it. I was actually letting myself get excited while thinking of all the things he did to those women.

As I open my mouth to explain, I am being pulled into a random room where I’m shoved onto the floor while Diego hovers over me.

"W-what?" I gasp as he pulls up a chair and takes a seat in front of me. “What are…”

“Go on then,” he says, his voice dangerous.

What? What in the world was he talking about? What was going on?

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he growls, his eyes narrowing. “You want to get horny right beside me and then pretend it didn’t happen.”

“I…” I rasp, “I didn’t…”

“Don’t fucking lie!” He snarls, reaching down and grabbing my pants, pulling them off of me so I’m left in my shirt and underwear. “Anyone within five hundred feet could smell you! Now fucking please yourself!”

P… Please, myself?

“Are you going to disobey your master's command?” He demands, letting his alpha aura explode so that my body wants to do what he commands. “Fucking please yourself like the whore you are! You had the nerve to fantasize about some other bastard beside me, and now you’re trying to act innocent?”

“I… I didn’t!” I whimper, trying to fight the command, as my hand reaches down and begins to rub against my underwear. “Please stop this!”

Tears begin to spring into my eyes as embarrassment and fear overtake me, but Diego doesn’t budge and even strengthens his command.

“You’re all the same,” he hisses in disgust. “All you want is to use your bodies to get whatever the fuck you want.”

As he speaks, my fingers dip beneath the fabric of my underwear and start to rub against my clit while the tears steadily fall while embarrassment and pleasure roll through me.

“Look at you,” he chuckles, leaning back in his seat. “You’re pretending to be wronged, but your eyes are glazing over due to the pleasure you’re feeling. Go ahead and continue until you’re cumming so fucking hard you’re dirtying the carpet beneath you.”

Growing quiet, Diego fixes his gaze on me as I do exactly as he wants, rubbing my clit and then dipping my fingers into my core so I can begin to move them, building myself up until I’m cumming.

"Please." I sob when I come down. “Can I please stop?"

This was too much and brought back unpleasant memories of my time with Jason. He, too, made me do things I didn’t want to do so that I could protect the person and place that meant the most to me. And just like Diego, he gave me that look of both hunger and disgust while I was left at his mercy.

“Not until you can’t go on anymore,” Diego responds coldly. “This is your punishment for being such a fucking whore.”

I don’t know how many times I came after that, but by the time I was finally released from Diego’s command, I slumped on the ground, breathing heavily while shaking from overexertion and fear of what just happened.

He was no different from Jason, and that fact alone left me feeling like I was drowning.

‘Kill him,’ the darkness urges. ‘Kill all the bastards that have hurt you.’

‘I can’t,’ I respond, even though it sounds tempting. ‘This collar keeps you from taking over.’

‘In his sleep,’ the darkness urges. ‘You just have to let me go, and then we can...'

‘No,’ I hiss.

Diego wasn’t Jason, his beta, or even his delta. He was a lycan—the only lycan to exist in a thousand years—and there was no way I would stand a chance.

‘Death,’ I counter, knowing exactly what I had to do to end all of this. ‘I need to kill myself.’

Once I was dead, I would never be hurt or humiliated again. I would be free of all of this, and I would be back with my mother. All I had to do to get there was find a way to kill myself.