**Fernanda’s POV**
Alpha Draxler and his son Damian stormed into the room, instantly filling it with an oppressive atmosphere. I couldn't help but curse under my breath. This dreadful place had become a haunting nightmare for me, with its dark brown walls and a stained gray carpet that bore witness to my pain. It seemed like I was the only one who ever set foot in this room, enduring punishments that were meant only for me."Slave, your incompetence knows no bounds. You dare to create a mess at my breakfast table? Will you ever learn your place? I have no tolerance for lazy and useless slaves," Alpha Draxler bellowed, his voice dripping with disdain. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, and I braced myself for the impending punishment."As your penalty, and perhaps to satisfy my sadistic desires, you will receive five lashes. In a rare act of mercy, I will allow you to choose the instrument of your torment. But make no mistake, Damian will be the one to administer your punishment. Enjoy the privilege, my son!" With those callous words, Alpha Draxler exited the room, leaving me alone with Damian, who wore an unsettling grin on his face."I used to pray for times like this," Damian declared with a glint of anticipation in his eyes, his excitement palpable.My gaze met his, and I couldn't help but acknowledge his undeniable attractiveness. Standing at an imposing six feet tall, he possessed dark brown hair expertly styled in the latest fashion. Presently, his hair fell in a tousled manner, as if he had casually ruffled it to frame his face. However, there was something unsettling about his piercing eyes. Their intense blue hue seemed to possess an eerie transparency, making me wary and cautious."Hurry up, or I'll add extra lashes to your punishment," Damian urged impatiently, his eagerness pushing him forward.Reluctantly, I approached the table where an array of torture instruments lay. I was well aware of the varying degrees of pain they could inflict. If I opted for the whip, it would merely leave welts and bruises. Deep down, I knew that by choosing it, Damian would select something else to intensify my suffering. Yet, true to my nature, I couldn't bring myself to select anything else. Resigned, I picked up the whip, and with a heavy heart, I walked back to Damian, offering it to him."Do you believe this will teach you a lesson? Frankly, I doubt it," he sneered, his sadistic intentions apparent. "However, we shall proceed with your punishment, with a little twist. I have been eagerly anticipating this moment, waiting for the opportunity to deliver my own form of retribution. Strip down to your underwear, including the removal of your bra."His absurd demand left me dumbfounded, my gaze meeting his with disbelief. I have endured countless punishments, my body bearing the scars inflicted by the Alpha's preference for silver, an agonizing ordeal that often left permanent marks. Yet, until now, he had never insisted on such a degrading act. While I reluctantly complied by removing my shirt, I refused to shed any further clothing.Trembling with fear, I stood before him, awaiting the impending torment. He drew closer, his presence looming over me as he leaned in, his words a chilling whisper in my ear. "Take it off, or I shall derive even greater pleasure from removing it myself."Stepping back, he observed my struggle to obey his command. With trembling hands, I reached down and slid off my ill-fitting leggings, stepping out of them reluctantly. My bra, a mere remnant of fabric, was unclasped and allowed to fall to the ground. And so, I stood before Damian, adorned only in my underwear, bearing the visible scars that covered my body, serving as a perverse fascination for him.He fixated on one particular scar, a long, jagged mark that extended across my back. "Did this scar cause you pain? Did it make you scream?" he taunted, relishing in his sadistic desires. "Oh, how I wish I had witnessed my father inflicting this upon you."I stood in defiant silence, refusing to respond to his taunts. He eventually turned away, making his way back to the torture table. As he walked, he muttered under his breath, acknowledging that the whip might not deliver the desired lesson but insisting on using it nonetheless.Relieved momentarily, I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding. However, my relief was short-lived as he dipped the end of the whip into an unfamiliar liquid. Returning with a whipping cane in hand, he positioned himself behind me. The cane traced along the scars that marred my back, sending shivers down my spine. An unsettling feeling crept over me, and my body trembled with unease.My fears were soon realized as he swiftly brought the cane down across my backside, leaving behind red welts that trailed down to the back of my thighs. I bit my lip, holding my breath as the strikes continued to rain down upon me. He paused momentarily, closing the distance between us.He stood there for a moment, observing the welts on my backside. His hands then trailed over the marks, and a disturbing pleasure gleamed in his eyes. It was evident that he derived far more satisfaction from this act than his father ever did. While Alpha Draxler relished in my pain, Damian seemed to revel in both my suffering and the fear that emanated from me."Fernanda," he murmured, his voice filled with a twisted desire, "these scars on your body arouse me. They ignite an undeniable response within me, making it agonizingly difficult to control myself. Look at what you do to me."I averted my gaze, refusing to acknowledge his presence. The pain he inflicted upon me was already unbearable, and I had no interest in witnessing his perverse actions. However, my resistance proved futile as he forced me to confront the sight before me. He had discarded his pants, revealing his nakedness, and was shamelessly pleasuring himself.Reluctantly, my eyes were drawn to him, though not out of curiosity or desire. It was a moment of involuntary observation, as I had never seen a naked man before. But the repulsion I felt overshadowed any sense of curiosity or intrigue. Suddenly, a searing pain shot through my nipples, causing me to gasp in agony. I realized that while my attention was elsewhere, he had struck my sensitive nipples with the cane. They throbbed intensely, the sensation of fire coursing through them.Feeling his firm grip on my arm, I sensed the impending danger as he guided me towards the back of the room where a couch stood. Panic surged within me, and I desperately fought against his hold, attempting to break free. His grasp tightened, leaving painful imprints on my skin, making escape futile. Helplessness engulfed me as he forcefully threw me onto the couch, leaving me vulnerable and defenseless.Before I could even register what was happening, his weight descended upon me, his presence suffocating. Instinctively, I lashed out, aiming to protect myself by aiming a kick towards his vulnerable areas. However, my feeble attempt was swiftly thwarted as he skillfully blocked my strike, rendering it ineffective."You underestimate me," I retorted defiantly, refusing to succumb to his degrading words. "I am not defined by your derogatory labels. I am a person deserving of respect, and I will not allow you to degrade me."Summoning every ounce of strength within me, I struggled against his overpowering grip. Despite my valiant efforts, his strength proved insurmountable, his weight pressing me down, and his hold on my hands rendered me powerless. Tears streamed down my face, a mix of fear, frustration, and helplessness, as I realized the inevitable fate that awaited me, a fate I couldn't prevent or escape.I pleaded desperately, my voice trembling with fear, "Damian, please reconsider. This is not the path you want to take. There are consequences for rape, and it will only bring pain and regret."He chuckled darkly, relishing in my vulnerability. "No one will find out," he sneered, his words dripping with malevolence. "You're nothing but my plaything, and I can do whatever I please with you. The world believes you're gone, and no one will ever suspect a thing."His words struck me with confusion. Why would they think I was dead? It sparked a confusion in me and before I could grasp onto it fully, he seized me by my hair, wrenching me onto my feet, and violently tore apart my undergarments. With a forceful shove, he thrust me face-first onto the couch, further stripping away my dignity.I felt a surge of panic as he approached me from behind, gripping my waist and lifting me off the ground. His claws dug into my lower back, causing searing pain to shoot through my body. In that moment, he took away the last remnants of my dignity.With a brutal force, he forcefully entered me, causing unbearable pain and a rush of tears to stream down my face. The violation left me feeling broken and violated.His sadistic satisfaction fueled his words, mocking and degrading me. "You enjoy this, don't you, you worthless slut? Just wait until Aiden joins me next time. We'll take pleasure in claiming you together."My heart sank at the thought of enduring more torment at their hands, and a profound sense of hopelessness washed over me.The ordeal ended abruptly, leaving me in a state of shock and disgust. My body was stained with blood and Sperm. Damian's cold gaze conveyed a chilling message: this nightmare would be repeated.He grasped my arm forcefully, dragging me towards the center of the room where my punishment awaited. His threat echoed in my ears, a grim reminder that speaking out would have severe consequences.At that moment, a profound sense of despair engulfed me. I felt utterly defeated and broken. All my dreams of finding a loving mate were shattered by this monstrous individual and the unspeakable violation he had inflicted upon me. It seemed as if my world had crumbled, leaving me with nothing but the desire to vanish, to escape this unbearable pain.As he concluded my punishment, Damian made his way towards the door. Exhausted and in pain, I collapsed to the ground, unable to find the strength to move any further. His departing gaze conveyed a demand: I was to clean myself up and return downstairs to resume my duties in the pack house. It was his birthday celebration, which he shared with the beta siblings, and preparations needed to be made. Although Damian had turned 18 the day before, the beta siblings' birthday fell on Saturday, and it had become customary to combine their festivities.Taking a few precious moments to compose myself and alleviate the lingering pain, I eventually mustered the resolve to get dressed and descend the stairs, ready to carry out my responsibilities.**Sergio’s POV**After finishing my training session, which I enjoyed despite not being obligatory since Gamma Kevin handled it well, I made my way back to my room to shower before attending a party I had no interest in. My mother saw it as an opportunity for me to find a potential mate, but my ambitions lay elsewhere. I was determined to lead our pack to great heights and establish our dominance among all others.Upon opening the door to my room, I caught a familiar scent. It was Felicia. Surprised, I asked her, "What brings you here?"She replied, her voice filled with desire, "There's something about you when you return from training, all sweaty and powerful. It turns me on. I want to explore every inch of your sculpted abs, tracing my way down to your already aroused manhood."She approached me, dressed provocatively in a white see-through bra, matching thong, and elegant black stilettos. She knew exactly how to captivate me, and I could feel myself growing more excited. Allowing
*Fernanda's POV**I wiped my sweaty hands on my apron. There was a lot to do today and it wasn't over yet. Every single day was exhausting and I worked to my bones.The official announcement was yet to be made but I had something bigger to look forward to. I have been enduring everything while waiting patiently for this very day.Today, I would put an end to my suffering and become free. It wouldn't be easy, but I was prepared. I have waited 12 years for this day.I picked up a towel and cleaned my face. I was drenched in sweat. The heat from the fire made it unbearable and standing in front of it for a full day made it like being in hell.The Omegas were of great help as they served the dishes while I remained in the kitchen, attending to other things. At this point I was done cooking, as I was the head chef.We have been busy, tediously preparing for this party. I could feel my energy draining as I have not slept a wink since last night. I had not even eaten anything as I was forbidd
Aiden. What is he doing out here? This is all shades of bad. I didn't even have time to think. Why does it have to be him, if all persons? Suddenly I wished I was still with that stranger. "Come over here" he said. I didn't want to to this. We were the only ones here and I knew what he would do to me if I got closer. I didn't want to relive that pain over again."I- " I tried talking but the words weren't coming out from my mouth. I was starting to panic. This was not good."I know what you're trying to do. To escape, right? What would the Alpha do to you when you get caught? You already know the answer to that" he said with a smirk. At this point I had just two options now. To escape successfully or be damned forever. I knew what I had to do, I just didn't know if I could do it.** Sergio's POV ***Before They Met*Jake. He could be such a pain in the ass. I could be such a pain in the ass. At times I wonder how I'm able to put up with him. I was sure that he was getting cozy with a
*Sergio's POV*“O-over here p-please.”Berries! She must be the one. Only my mate or a member of my pack would be able to call out to me easily. She needed my help. I headed towards the direction where the call came from. I mindlinked Jake to get the car ready. He'd better get that message early, I thought to myself. I stepped on something yucky. It was red. Could it be blood? Looking closer, I discovered that it was a strawberry. There were no strawberries being grown in this part of the woods. I remembered her picking strawberries before disappearing.The scent was too familiar. Berries. She's out here somewhere. Was she a spy or a rogue? Or was she being attacked by one? Well, I'd have to get to her so I can find out. Thanks to my great senses, I could feel two people close to me even when I was afar. One's breathing was jagged, seems wounded. I got closer to them.One shifted to it's wolf form, it must have heard me coming. Once I was in clear sight, I saw Berries badly wounded.
*Aiden's POV*I hid in the woods a little longer. Who was that wolf?Was it a rogue? What was it doing out there? I had never seen a wolf so intimidating. When I stared into its eyes, I knew I'd end up dead if I charged forward. Must be a high ranking wolf from another pack, or a really powerful rogue.As I walked past the spot where I left the slave, I saw no traces of her. I wondered if the big black wolf got rid of her.Frankly I didn't care at all. She could go to hell. I just needed to return to safely. Sneaking back into the building, I unshifted. Thankfully my hair was long enough to cover the scar she left me with."Bitch!" , I spat under my breath. She should thank that wolf. If I had my way with her, she would have begged me to kill her instead.I didn’t like events like this. With Damian and my sister being at the spot light, it felt like I was third wheeling or something.I headed to the backyard to see everyone gathered together. Oh, the announcement. I’m late, I’m sure m
**Fernanda's POV**I opened my eyes. Everything was quite blurry. The ray of the sun hit my eyes so I had to shut it immediately. I moved my hands. I was on something soft, something fluffy. I didn't want to ever stand up. It was so comfortable. After a while I opened my eyes again. Where am I? Did I get caught? What is this place? My head hurt while trying to recall what happened that night. For how long have I been out? I asked myself. I looked around the room, it's the most beautiful room I've ever been in. The color of the wall was cream. The furniture was dark grey with a golden accent. Everything here exuded wealth. The owner must be very powerful. Maybe an Alpha.I was dying of thirst and I decided to make my way to where the aroma of food was emanating from. Perhaps there would be water there too. I thought to myself. I tired standing several times but I kept falling back to the bed due to the immense pain in my stomach, which was caused by Aiden I’d I can remember, before t
I mustered up some courage and said, "Sure… I can walk. Just help me stand up a bit." He flashed a smirk that made me feel both uneasy and intrigued at the same time. I wondered what he was planning to do, but before I could finish asking, he lifted me up in a bridal style with his strong arms. My heart skipped a beat, partly from the sudden movement and partly from the closeness we were now sharing."I've got you," he said reassuringly, his voice sending shivers down my spine. I wrapped my arms around his neck to steady myself, my cheeks turning slightly red at the proximity of our bodies. Despite the situation, there was an odd sense of comfort in his embrace, as if I could trust him with everything.As he carried me, I couldn't help but take in more of his features. His scent was intoxicating, a mix of grapes and hyacinths, and it felt like home. I found myself getting lost in his captivating green eyes, trying to decipher the emotions they held. There was something mysterious about
"What makes me your Luna, Sergio?" I asked, setting down my utensil on the plate and placing my folded hands on the table. I needed answers, and I wasn't going to back down."Wait, you seriously don't feel it?" he asked, raising his left eyebrow in curiosity. "Feel what? I don't feel nothing, bro," I replied, trying to maintain a casual demeanor despite the confusion swirling inside me."Wait, are you for real right now? You seriously don't feel the mate pull? Like you don't perceive any strong scent around me which makes you wet and a bit aroused?" he questioned, looking genuinely perplexed by my response. His words caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and amusement at the situation.At this point, I knew I needed to clear the air once and for all about my stance on him and men in general. I couldn't let him continue with any misconceptions. "Okay, I want you to understand something, Sergio," I began, taking a deep breath. "I lost my wolf the day aft