Challenge the beast

He used his hands to hold her head, moving it with deliberate but tempered force— far more than a suggestion— from a spot on his neck to his chest to himself. He kept his hands pressed firmly to her ears, then played with strands of her hair. He moved her head away from him so that he could feel her breasts there, between her breasts, and he pressed them close around him to him. It was weird having them pushed into her face, pushed against her, as casually as if it were a finger. He was so sure of himself. So cock-centred,  when it was locked between her breasts. When he was inside of her later, she felt the same taut, sure strength in his hips as they pressed into her, forcing her to press back. With his hips, he pulled her along to the edge of sensation and then let her pull back ever so gently, and back and forth and back. Then, he drove his tongue inside her, setting off another shattering moan that was music to his ears. She was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touched her right, she made the most glorious sounds — raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered her with his tongue. She grabbed his hair, yanked and pulled him closer as he’d told her to do. He thrust one finger inside her, crooking it and hitting her in the spot that turned her moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. She shuddered against him, her legs quaking, and when he finally slowed to look up at her, he saw her hair was a wild tumble, and her face was glowing.

I could hear my own heart beating with ominous force, like a kettle drum deep inside a cave. Red-hot threads of panic and dread darted through me. My heart pounded annoyingly in my ears, and it was getting harder to stay still. I looked away for a second to control my heartbeat but it seemed impossible.

When I looked back at them suddenly, he gazed up towards me, which felt like he knew I was standing there while he was fucking her. His golden eyes met my eyes for a split second and his eye's color changed into a dark grimmed which just scared me.I felt horrified. The man was staring at me. Black eyes burrowed through the foetid air between myself and him. They were without content; hollow pools of meaninglessness. 

I jerked off and stepped back, trying to calm my nerves. I decided to run before he could come out and catch me. I redirected my feet to the opposite side towards the stairs and made a run for my life.

I heard the sound of the door opening but I didn't stop because I knew I was in big trouble. Male wolves become ten times more animalistic and vicious when they mate. And a weak omega like myself couldn't stand a chance in front of him. It's the best option for me to run as far away from him as I can.

" STOP RIGHT THERE! " He speaks in a deep, demanding tone. The man had one of those dark, deep voices, the kind that makes men listen and women shed their clothing. I refused to stop and continued picking up the pace and I didn't dare to look back at him.

The lights above me began to flicker. A few seconds later, the lights went out, turning the hallway utterly dark, which made me stop from running because I couldn't see anything.

" No..No…No… Not now, please goddammit!" I thought.

Suddenly, a sharp pain cuts through

my thoughts, a hand that grips my

arm and squeezes too tight. It's Him. He caught me and I felt an inmes pressure on my arm and had a vise-like grip on my arm. He could rip my arm out of my torso.My heart was pounding out of my chest. He could hear it.

The only thing I could see was his glowing eyes in the dark void. His eyes were devastated. Large, dark, and inviting, they were the sort of open windows that decent people draped. I was so caught up in them that I forgot about my pain for a moment.

" You have made a big mistake," he said in his gravelly voice.

The fear of death came over me gradually. It was as if somebody were striking my heart with a powerful blow with the fist from below. My whole body was trembling with fear. I was barely standing. A tear escapes my eyes as I squeeze my eyes shut…

" Please, don't kill me…" I said in aghast.

The silence filled between us, and it was the longest moment of my life to pass. And finally, it came to an end when I finally opened my eyes to meet his eyes. He narrowed his golden eyes on me. The lights came back and I finally registered his facial features.

He was, well, different from all the other wolves in my pack. He was handsome, not perhaps in the conventional sense, but he had that appearance which could make him stand out in the crowd. He was fair, almost pale white. His unfathomable, golden brown eyes contrasted exceptionally with his light-toned face. His eyes were as deep and expressive that you could get lost if you stared long enough. His face had that faraway look in it which cannot be described in words. He was still holding me by my arm as he asked me, "

Who are you?"

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing was left, it felt like I lost my ability to speak in front of him. I can feel his powerful aura around me. He wasn't an omega, Delta or beta… He abruptly squeezed my arm, putting me in unbearable physical pain. I know, if I don't do anything he won't be compassionate towards me again.

" You're hurting me… Let go of my arm!" I made an audacious statement. He finally registered the pain in my face. And he loosened up his grip, which gave me a little relief in the pain.

" Who sent you here?" He asked me in a demanding tone. I gawped at him. I found his question to be puzzling. I didn't know what he meant by it, but it was the least of my worries.

" I don't know what you are talking about?" I replied to his question truthfully.

" Don't act like you don't know what I am talking about? Tell me, did Father send you?" He said in a harsh tone.

" No! Nobody sent me. I don't understand what you are talking about?" I immediately replied to him.

" What are you doing up here then?" He asked me in an interrogative tone like I am a thief or something. I yanked my arm out of his grip.

" I am not bound to answer you." I made a bold statement. And I quickly turned to the stairs and he again held my left hand from behind to make me stop.

" Don't ever disobey me again," he said, his voice a deep purr that ricocheted through me, awakening everything and lulling it into complicity. 

Then I reconsidered his words and something just triggered me. I turned to face him. He grinned at me in that wild way, and my hand connected with his face.

"Don't tell me what to do," I breathed, my palm stinging. "And don't touch me like some enraged beast."

I wrenched my arm out of his grip and ran downstairs without even looking back at him. I descended the stairs hurriedly and decided to find Cassy and get the hell out of here.

I searched in the crowd to find her and finally spotted her in the middle of the room dancing like a maniac and the people around her making fun of her. I marched in the direction of Cassy to stop her.

" Cassy! What are you doing here?" A strong scent of alcohol came off of her as I grabbed her hand. She lazily raised her gaze up at me and smiled. She held my other hand and forced me to dance with her. I tugged my hands.

" Stop it! You are not in your senses. Please, stop making yourself a laughing stock to these clowns." I glared at them but they looked unaffected.

" Ayo, Derek, come meet up with my dear sister Aisling…" She was barely standing straight.

" Cassy, you are drunk! Stop this nonsense and come with me!" I warned her. I tried hauling her out of there but she ripped my hand off of her.

" NO! YOU END THIS NOW! AISLING!" She growled loudly, which caught everyone's attention who were present in the room.

" Cassy, listen to me!" I asked her but she didn't listen to me and continued…

" You have started this shit! I don't want to be like you. A puny omega who can't even protect herself and who doesn't have anyone. You are alone in this world, nobody loves you, Aisling. Azelaic just used you and threw you away like you're nothing. Open your eyes and see the reality that this isn't your fairytale. This is the real world, a world in which you have just become a laughing stock. I don't want to end like you. Poor little Aisling,"    She said in frustration.

My insides feel like they are crumbling like a towering Jenga game. I lose...With emotional abuse, the insults, insinuations, criticism, and accusations slowly eat away my self-esteem until I am incapable of judging a situation realistically. I may begin to believe that there is something wrong with them or even fear of losing my mind. I had become so beaten down emotionally that I blamed myself for the abuse. I lived most of my life protecting them from my father's abusive nature and, for only once in my life, if I thought about myself, she was disrespecting me.

The tears streamed down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is a liquefied brain.

" You are a loser, Aisling. I will do everything it takes to not be like you. I hate you and I hate being with you under the same roof. I wish you weren't my sister, then no one would treat me like the way they treated you." She just kept spitting words out of her mouth, which was unbearable to listen to. I just kept looking at her in disbelief that she was my sister and how much hatred she kept inside of her for me.

Suddenly, the music stopped and Valentina made her way through the crowd. A nonchalant expression on her face and I narrowed my eyes at her full of hatred. 

Valentina Salvador, the daughter of our Alpha Leonard. She was once my best friend with whom I shared everything, my deepest, darkest secrets. She knows more about my life than I did but the overthrowing jealousy of her broke our special bond. She became like my enemy whom I never wanted to be like. She backstabbed me and when she was not successful in her conspiracy against me person she became a wounded and vicious who would do anything to make me feel like I person in a living hell. I understand now the reason behind Cassy's behaviour. She is the one who is putting this all up in her brain against me.

" Well, well, look  what we have got here?" She stopped in front of me.

" Aisling, my dear friend, what brought you up to my door? I thought I would never see your pretty little face." She asked me while smirking like she didn't know why I came here?

" How dare you come closer to my sister?" I growled.

" Wow, you have not changed at all. I guess bad habits take a long time to depart. I had heard you come back, but I didn't believe in tittle-tattle until I had seen it with my own eyes. But here, you are making the rumours true. I want everyone to see you. And make it easy on your family and tell everyone why you returned, including me.Come on, Aisling tells us everyone is waiting." She taunted me. Everyone turns their heads towards me.

My brain isn't as brave as I want it to be, because in this room there are so many others and there's this little voice saying I'm not good enough to be here. I wonder if they can see the real me, the child who wants to be with those who love me the way my family does, to be in a crowd of friends rather than in a crowd. Perhaps we're all the same, just some of us show it a bit more. But  it feels like a pain I can't conquer. 

A stubborn tear escaped my eye and I felt someone's eyes on me and as I gazed up I saw him, standing in the crowd looking at me.