Chapter 3 Pain

Third Person's POV 

At six years old, a frightened, scared and lonely little boy was found wandering just inside the territory of the Blood Moon Pack. The little boy thought this was his salvation. 

He thought he had found a safe place to live and people who would care for him, but it turned out to be anything but that.

For the first two years in his prison, he was locked in the basement alone. He was starved, hardly fed. When they did feed him, it was scraps or something old and rotten. Even water was scarce, and he was constantly hungry and thirsty. His body was thin and frail. He was cold and alone in the damp, dark, cold basement of the pack house. 

Hunger and thirst were the only torture he endured for those first two years. Then, when he turned eight, the Alpha made him a slave of the pack house. He was forced to clean and learn how to cook. It was a challenging task for someone eight years old who had never cooked or cleaned. He made a lot of mistakes as he learned. With those mistakes came plenty of punishments to help him learn from them. 

As he got older, the beatings became worse. When he reached 13 years old, it seemed like a turning point, but not for the better, for worse. The Alpha seemed to take his anger out on the frail boy, who could never do right in his eyes. Aiden learned what a whip was, and he learned to fear it. 

Hanging from the ceiling became a typical form of punishment. After receiving many lashes from the whip, they left his clothes torn and blood pooled on the ground underneath him. The 13-year-old's body was littered with bruises that seemed to never heal. He was lonelier than ever and didn’t know whether he liked it better when he was cooking and cleaning or alone in the basement. At least when he was cooking and cleaning, he wasn't alone, but yet he was. 

No one paid him any attention, at least not the attention you'd want. But upstairs and out of the basement, sunlight came in through the windows, allowing him to feel the warmth of the sun when he was near the windows. He could briefly look out and see the green grass and tall trees. He yearned for freedom.

But in the basement, no one was there to trip him, push him down, or call him names. There were no mistakes to be made in the basement or fear of punishment. But it was dark, cold, damp, and lonely.

A werewolf usually doesn't get his wolf until he's 16 years old. It's then he shifts for the first time, with the help of loved ones. For Aiden, that didn't happen. Winter came early at the age of 13. 

Aiden's first shift happened in the cold, dark, dimly lit basement, all alone. The young boy didn't understand how the shifting process worked. It was painful, and he was scared, so he fought it.  His bones broke to realign into their new position, just to return to their original position when he fought it. As the shift progressed, his skin would tear, bleed, heal, and then start again each time his body reverted back. 

A shift that usually takes 15 to 20 minutes took Aiden close to 2 hours. After 2 hours of screaming, bleeding, and excruciating pain, a pure white wolf lay on the ground, exhausted. 

The Omega never told anyone he had gotten his wolf and shifted. He was afraid of what his Alpha would do to him and of what everyone would think. He didn't want to give anyone another reason to hurt him, so he kept it a secret. 

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The alarm went off at 4:30 a.m., and the Omega felt as though he had just fallen asleep. He lay there for a moment and hated the fact that he was still in the basement at 21 years old. Aiden finally got the strength to crawl out of the old, worn sleeping bag he found in the garbage years ago.  As he bent over, he winced from the pain in his ribs and then carefully pulled himself to his feet.

The Omega knew the Alpha was in a bad mood last night. He kept glaring at him as he stuffed his face. It grosses Aiden out to see the Alpha eat. He thinks he looks like a fat pig, slurping and biting into his food like an animal. It makes the Omega want to gag, especially when the juices drip down his face, and he doesn't even bother to wipe it up at times. The Omega tried to avoid him the whole day. He tried as hard as he could not to make any mistakes during dinner. Even the pack noticed the Alpha's anger and kept their distance. Everything was going well until Aiden began clearing the table. As he walked to the kitchen, a plate accidentally slipped from the Omega's hands. Aiden's stomach dropped. He knew this was the moment the Alpha had been waiting for. Tears formed in the Omega's eyes before the Alpha even reacted. 

In the blink of an eye, the Alpha had Aiden by the hair and dragged him towards the basement. The Omega cried out, reaching up and grabbing his hair to lessen the pain. It felt as though his hair was going to rip from his scalp. The Omega begged and pleaded, but it was no use. The trip into the basement was painful as the Alpha dragged his body down the stairs.

The Alpha tossed Aiden onto the floor in the same area where he always beat him. It's not too far from his sleeping bag, which lies on the floor near the wall. The area where the Alpha beats him is the only place in the basement with a light. It's not a bright light. A string hangs from it to turn it on. The switch at the top of the stairs also operates it. 

A kick to the stomach had Aiden curling forward and grabbing his stomach. The Omega coughed and tried to fill his lungs again, but he made a mistake, leaving his face unprotected. Pain radiated through the Omega's face when the Alpha’s foot connected with it. Aiden felt the Alpha place the straps around his wrist, and he cried out when he was suddenly yanked off the floor and pulled into the air.  The Alpha took his frustrations and anger out on the Omega. He used his fist first and then the whip. Aiden lasted longer than he wanted to, as the Alpha beat him until he was unconscious. 

Aiden whimpered when he woke up on the cold hard floor. The coppery taste of blood in his mouth was all he could taste. His body ached, and he was afraid to move. He was scared to find out if anything was broken, but it wouldn't be the first time.

Slowly, the Omega lifted his body off the floor, wincing and whimpering each time a sharp pain shot through his body. His ribs hurt so bad it hurt to breathe. He barely made it to his little bucket of water. Dipping the rag into the water, Aiden whimpered at the pain when the water touched the cuts along his wrist from the straps. Tears rolled down Aiden's face as he carefully cleaned the dried, caked blood from his body as best as he could. The more he wiped away, the more the clear water slowly turned pink. By the time Aiden was done, the bucket of clean water was red. The Omega was exhausted and could barely stay awake as he crawled to his sleeping bag. Exhaustion took over, not even allowing the Omega to cry himself to sleep this time. 

Morning came way too early for Aiden. He was exhausted, incredibly weak, and every inch of his body hurt. He stumbled from his sleeping bag and went to his secret bandage stash. Aiden carefully changed his bandages and then dug through what few clothes he had, trying to find something to wear. Everything he has is old, worn, and torn. It's things he's found in the garbage after someone discards them. 

It's been a while since anyone has thrown clothes out, and what he has looks more like rags now. A small smile forms on the Omega's face when he finds an outfit to wear today. To others, it looks like something that should have been thrown out a long time ago, but it's Aiden's favorite outfit. It's the nicest thing he has. These pants actually fit him. He didn't need a string to hold them up, and the green in the shirt is his favorite color. As carefully as Aiden can, he pulls the clothes on, being careful of his wounds and not moving too much. The Omega runs his fingers through his hair, trying to fix it as best he can. Aiden grabs the two buckets and exhales before carrying them up the stairs. 

It wasn't long before the smell of breakfast filled the pack house. Aiden served scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, and freshly squeezed Orange juice. Aiden hid in the back of the kitchen as everyone ate. He tried to be invisible so no one could see him and pick on him. No one likes the Omega, but at least they don't beat him like the Alpha does. The worst he receives from them is being pushed to the ground or tripped… with the exception of the Alpha's second son. 

The Alpha has two sons. Matthew is the oldest by one year, and Jackson is the youngest, at 24. Matthew has never bothered Aiden, but Jackson can sometimes be worse than his father in some ways. Jackson's beatings aren't as bad; it's his other treatment that is worse. He says he's not gay and that he doesn't like guys. But whenever he catches Aiden alone, he forces him to do things. He's never raped Aiden, claiming it's gay, and he'll never stick his dick in another man's ass. He says pussy is the only thing he'll fuck, but yet he'll make Aiden suck him off when he catches him alone. Refusing to do it has never worked well for Aiden. It only results in a beating, and in the end, he has to suck his dick anyways. 

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Aiden is already exhausted by the time he finishes cleaning up after breakfast. He weakly climbs the stairs and heads for Jackson's room. Aiden likes to clean Jackson's room first thing after breakfast. It's the best time to do it since he knows Jackson will be on the training field. This way, he avoids running into him. 

Stepping into Jackson’s bedroom, Aiden decides to clean the bathroom first. After making sure everything is spotless, the Omega grabs his bucket of water and gets on his hands and knees. Aiden works his way toward the door and freezes when he senses someone behind him. Aiden slowly looked over his shoulder, and his stomach dropped when he saw Jackson standing by the door. ‘What is he doing back already? He should be at the training field!’ Aiden thought, feeling his heart racing in his chest. 

Jackson liked the fear on Aiden's face. He laughed when he saw the Omega begin to tremble. 

“That's just the perfect position for you. You’re just the way I want you, on your knees,” Jackson said as he walked toward Aiden. 

Jackson grabbed Aiden's hair and yanked his head back. He smiled when the Omega's body began trembling even more. He enjoyed the whimper he pulled from Aiden when he yanked his head back. 

His eyes raked over his face, and he bit his lip when his eyes landed on those plump lips. ‘Goddess, how I love seeing those lips wrapped around my dick!’ Jackson thought as he reached down with his free hand and unzipped his pants. Jackson was even more excited when he saw tears building in the Omega's eyes. He couldn't wait to choke Aiden and watch him shed more tears. 

The tears flowed as Jackson's cock sprung free. The Omega didn't want to do it, but he knew there was no getting out of it. He was too weak; his body hurt too bad. Aiden flinched when Jackson slapped his cheek with his dick. 

“Open wide,” Jackson smirked. 

As soon as the Omega's mouth opened, Jackson thrusted his cock into Aiden's mouth. He felt the head of his cock hit the back of Aiden's throat as it slid down, choking the Omega. Tears flowed down Aiden's face as Jackson fucked his mouth. It seemed Jackson had anger of his own that he had to work out. And he used Aiden's mouth to release his anger. Jackson was incredibly rough this time. He gripped Aiden's head tight, and his hips moved fast as his cock thrusts in and out of the Omega's mouth, rough and hard, choking and gagging Aiden.

“Oh yeah!” Jackson breathes out, gripping Aiden's head tighter as he grunts and moans. 

“Fuck!... That's it, you suck that cock, you fucking fag!” Jackson growls and is unable to hold back any longer. The beautiful mess he made of the Omega is too much, too beautiful. His face is stained with tears, red and blotchy from crying. Spit drips from his chin, and his plump lips are red and swollen, looking beautiful wrapped around his cock.

Jackson’s cock swells. His movements become faster and sloppy. He growls as he jams his dick even further down the Omega's throat. Aiden feels it pulsing as Jackson shoots each disgusting hot jet into his mouth, feeling it hit the back of his throat. Jackson's cock slides out of Aiden’s mouth, and he takes a step back, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

“Swallow my cum, and don't you dare spill a drop of it!” Jackson said and then shoved Aiden's head back. 

After swallowing, Aiden took a sharp breath in and began coughing. He felt the bastard pat his head after fixing himself. 

“Good boy,” Jackson said, laughing as he left the bathroom. 

Aiden let his body fall to the floor. His shoulders shook as he broke down crying. The Omega didn't lay there long. He knew there was work to do and had to finish it before lunch.

Lunch went by uneventfully, and the Omega was thankful for that. After cleaning the kitchen, the Omega went back to cleaning the pack house. He still had the third floor to do.

Aiden realized bathrooms aren't his lucky thing today. The bathroom was all done. The Omega grabbed his bucket and exited the bathroom. Unfortunately, as he came out of the bathroom, he ran right into the Alpha, spilling dirty water all over him and the carpet. Aiden's heart sank. The Alpha was immediately enraged. Before Aiden could do anything, an excruciating pain radiated through his face, and he went flying backward. Blood instantly gushed from his nose and mouth. His sight was blurry, and everything sounded muffled. 

A hand grabbed Aiden by the hair, yanking his body around, and then began dragging him toward the basement. Aiden found himself in the same position he was in last night, hanging from the ceiling. 

Aiden began crying harder when he saw the Alpha pull out the whip. Each lash felt like it was on fire. It felt like skin was being torn from his back. He felt the warmth of the blood flowing down his body. The worst was when the whip wrapped around his torso, covering more of his body at once. 

Aiden's screams were so loud he was sure the whole pack heard him. His clothes were shredded, barely hanging onto his body. Even when the Omega finally passed out, the lashes didn't stop, at least not immediately. The Alpha growled in frustration and threw the whip before storming up the stairs, leaving the Omega hanging from the ceiling. 

The Alpha left the Omega there for the rest of the evening, not letting him down until just before he went to bed. The Omega didn't wake up until his body suddenly dropped to the ground. Aiden cried out when he hit the ground, The pain was unbearable. He lay there for quite a while, crying, and couldn't figure out why everyone hated him so badly. He wondered why couldn’t just one person care about him.

He wondered why life was so hard for him. He wondered what he did to deserve this. He wondered if this was how his life was going to be until the day he died. This isn't how he wants to die.

Finally, Aiden finds the strength to push himself off the ground slowly. He ignores the pain radiating through his body everywhere. He knew he couldn't stay any longer. The Alpha's treatment is getting worse. He knows if he stays, the Alpha will eventually kill him. Aiden would rather die out there, in the wild trying to find something better, than die at the hands of the Alpha.

With his clock broken, Aiden has no idea what time it is. There are no windows to see daylight in the basement. The only light is the little light bulb hanging from the ceiling over where he gets tortured.

Aiden climbs the stairs as quietly as he can and prays it's not light out. Aiden carefully cracks the door open and peeks out. As soon as he sees the coast is clear, he steps out of the basement and walks towards the front of the pack house. Aiden breathes a sigh of relief when he sees it's still very dark outside. It explains why the pack house is so quiet. 

Knowing this was his only chance, the Omega found strength inside of him that he didn't even know was there, and he took off running out the front door. Once in the woods, he felt Winter pushed forward, wanting to shift. The Omega was thankful. He wasn't very fast, especially in his condition. 

After shifting, Winter took off deeper into the woods, running as fast as he could. He felt the Earth under his paws for the first time but didn't have time to enjoy it. So many different scents invaded his nose. He wanted to stay and explore them, but he couldn't. They needed to get as far away as they could. They could sense the edge of the territory approaching, and excitement rolled through them. But the excitement quickly disappeared when two patrol guards spotted them and gave chase.

Trying to lose them, Winter zigzagged through the trees and temporarily lost one when he took a tumble down the hill. Winter yelped when he was tackled to the ground. The white wolf tried to fight the other wolf off, but he was too weak and taking too much damage. Winter isn’t sure how he managed to do it, but he threw the wolf off of him. The wolf went limp when his head hit a rock, and Winter scrambled to his feet and ran off again. He felt the moment he passed out of the territory and thought they would stop chasing him, but they didn't. 

Winter slid to a stop at the edge of a cliff. Pushing forward with Winter, Aiden looked down, and his stomach dropped when he saw how far the drop was. The Omega wasn't sure they would survive the jump. But if they stayed, they would surely die being torn apart piece by piece by the wolves rapidly approaching. 

Aiden glanced back at the wolves racing towards them, and he knew then that he'd rather die jumping than be mauled apart. So, without another thought, Aiden jumped over the cliff. The last thing Aiden felt was his body hitting the water, and then everything went dark.