Skye

The man keeps pounding into me and it takes everything in me not to cry out in pain. He’s more brutal than usual and I think it has something to do with the woman he brought here earlier. He takes out his frustration on me and there’s nothing I can do to stop him.

I feel him pump his seed into me when he finally climaxes and falls onto me, pining me to the floor. I silently pray to the Moon Goddess to not get pregnant.

I would rather die than carry my father’s child.

“You sick fuck! I will rip you to shreds!” The woman snarls his way as she watches him mangle my body. I crawl to my corner once he gets off me, crying silently as remains of his seed drip out of me. I glance at the woman, Beast, but avert my gaze when I catch her murderous expression.

Even though she’s the one covered in blood, cuts and bruises, it seems that she’s angrier at my father hurting me. Why, though? She doesn’t know me.

My father angrily stomps towards her and whips her with his belt. But she stays quiet, not a sign of pain on her face. “You will get what’s coming for you, Beast. I have the perfect guy chosen to breed you.” He sneers gleefully in her face before leaving the cell.

I stay in my corner, whimpering quietly while Beast glares at the door my father left through. Then she turns to me.

“What’s your name?” I snap my gaze to her in fright. The hard expression on her face softens when she catches my scared look. “There’s no need to be afraid of me. I won’t hurt you.” She assures and I adjust my position in my corner, facing her, using my hands to hide my naked body as much as I can.

“Skye. My name is Skye.” I quietly say, but she still catches it.

“How long have you been here?” She questions. Why is she curious about me?

“My whole life.” I shamefully admit, looking at the ground.

“And how long is that?” I feel my eyes widen slightly at the unexpected interest in her voice.

“17 years.” She releases a growl-like sound, causing me to whimper fearfully. Did I anger her?!

“And how long has he been doing this to you?!” She snarls and that’s when I realize her anger isn’t directed at me.

“About 3 years, since my mother died.” I start feeling more comfortable with her, knowing she’s not angry with me.

“That motherfucker! WAIT A SECOND! You said since your mother died… Don’t tell me he’s…” She trails off, clearly getting the idea who that man is to me. I can only nod. “I WILL FUCKING KILL HIM!” She yells out in fury, tugging on her restraints.

She’s breathing heavily, trying to calm down. But she’s not successful. I feel fury roll off her in waves, almost suffocating me with the tense atmosphere in the cell.

The next few days – at least I think it’s few days. There’s no sunlight here, so I have no way of telling what time it is – go this way: my father and some of his men come in, they beat Thea up – she told me to call her by her name and not ‘Beast’ – then they take their turns with me. Then I get food, and by food I mean leftovers from my father’s meal, and then they beat Thea again. They don’t even feed her, just beat her bloody every few hours. And every time they come here, they use me. I don’t even try to hide my cries as they take me one after another. Thea is beyond angry at this point and even the beatings she’s getting are not enough to extinguish her fury. My father’s methods of taming the Beast prove to be useless against her, making him increasingly angrier with every passing day. He takes out his frustrations on both of us – Thea with the spiked whip and me with his cock.

“Are you okay?” I worriedly ask when I see Thea slump in her restraints, breathing heavily. She looks tired and out of breath.

“No. That stupid fuck injected me with something. Damn him! I can’t talk to Leo!” I see frustration etched on her face as her gorgeous silver eyes blaze with fury.

“W-Who’s Leo?” I hesitantly ask. Just hearing the name makes her expressions soften.

“He’s my mate. Do you know what a mate is? I can sense you’re a werewolf.”

“I know. My mom told me. Wait, what do you mean you can sense I’m a werewolf? My wolf is gone.” I implore curiously. My father killed my wolf when I was a child by injecting me with silver. It almost killed me, I still remember the pain I went through.

“I can smell it. It’s really faint, but it’s there. I’m an Undead, so my senses are stronger than werewolf’s. To an average wolf you would probably smell like human.” Thea says with a soft expression. She looks like she knows something I don’t.

“Do you want a mate?” She inquires all of a sudden.

“Even if I did, he wouldn’t accept me. I’m used and filthy.” I whimper quietly. If I ever found a mate, he would most likely find me disgusting, I’ve been taken by so many men. I may not have wanted it, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m not pure.

Thea looks at me with sympathetic expression before it turns into a knowing smile.

“He won’t. I know for a fact that he won’t.” She states with pure conviction in her voice.

“How would you know that…” I mumble dejectedly.

“He’s my son.” I whip my head to her so fast that I get dizzy.

“W-What?!” My voice is no louder than a whisper, but I know she hears me. SON?!

“That’s why I’m here. My son smelled you on that fucker when he came to my pack. I came here to find you and get you out. But that sick fuck injected me with something, making it impossible for my mate to find me. Otherwise we would be already out of here.” She glances at the crated door with dismay which soon turns to determination.

“Try to hold on for one more day, Skye. I can almost get out of those shackles. Just one more day.” She sighs tiredly. I didn’t even notice she’s been working on the restraints all this time. “Then I’ll get you out of here. You’re my son’s mate, you belong with him and my pack.”

“I have a mate?” I ask incredulously. “And he’s your… son?”

“I’m older than I look. I met my mate 25 years ago when I ran away from that fucker.” She gestures at the door with her head. 25 years?! But she looks so young!

“What if your son-”

“Hunter.”

“Hunter. – I test the name on my tongue and a pleasurable shiver runs through my body at how right it sounds – What if he hates me? I’m not… pure. You’ve seen that.” I feel tears run down my cheeks at the thought of rejection, which is inevitable.

Thea doesn’t get a chance to answer, since few seconds later the doors open and my furious father enters the cell.

Please, not again. I think when he heads straight to me, unbuckling his belt.