Rejected Abused Escaped

Izzy's POV It's finally dark outside. I get up and start working on my escape but it has to be quiet. I slide my dresser over in front of the door. I wince as it makes a noise, but I don't hear footsteps so that's a good thing. I continue to push everything in front of the door. Once I am finished with that I double check my bag to make sure I have everything that I need. A change of clothes that are too small, check. Broken hairbrush, check. The little bit of money I have been skimming slowly over the last two years, Collecting change from the washer. I have it in a sock in the bottom of my old school bag inside of my duffle bag. I have a paper with where I plan on going there too. I zip my bag back up, and open the window. I sit there waiting for the footsteps that I know are going to come. Dad has to get his daily quota on beating me. I shake my head at the thought. I sit watching the moon, it is full tonight. The glow is mesmerizing and has me distracted for some time. I can

Izzy’s POV My hand fits perfectly in his. Tingles are rushing all the way up my arm as he rubs small circles on the back of my hand. Could it be possible that I found someone who will love me finally. My bag bumps my hip with every step I take and I get lost in thoughts of the past and what is to come. I make a list in my head, my mothers death, the constant abuse, being rejected, escaping, letting Cas out of her shell, the freedom I felt when I left the old pack. Now I think of the man holding my hand, wondering what his name is. Cas agrees with me wondering who our savior is. I see the glow around me when she peers out of my eyes with me. She licks her chops, like she wants to take a bite out of him.“Just ask him Izzy, I don't think he will hurt us.” she shrugs. Snapping out of my head I realize that he is studying me curiously. I see his eyes flicking back and forth from green to onyx. So I know that his wolf is looking at me too. “What is your name?” I ask cautiously.“Nic

Izzy’s POV My stomach is so full. I feel really tired, Cas agreeing with me yawns in my head. I wonder if Nick will be okay not going swimming tonight. Something tells me that he won’t care as long as he is with me. I look up to see him smiling at me. “Can we just go to sleep, and go swimming before we go see your parents tomorrow.” I ask and I try to stifle a yawn. He laughs at me.“Whatever you want, we will do.” He stands and holds his hand out to me.“I feel so full, my entire body is relaxed. I haven’t had that much food at once since I was ten. Used to some of the pack members helping me, they would sneak me food or let me shower when dad was gone. That ended when dad killed his beta in front of the entire pack, when he caught him. He told all of them that they would join the deadman. Eventually his anger rubbed off on them. I wasn't allowed to leave the pack house unless it was to take out the trash or clean up after one of their parties.” I don’t know why I am telling him th

Nick’s POV We spent the rest of the rest of the day in the pool. Izzy is sunburnt, but it isn’t that bad mom attacked her with the sunblock as soon as she started turning pink. My mom has been the person to set me straight, but also to turn around and defend me. Though I had never done anything really wrong, I was a good kid. I stayed out of trouble, and I never missed school. All A’s from k to twelve. On top of that I learned how to do the alpha job by the time I turned seventeen. I pretty much run the pack now unless dad decides he wants to pull rank. Which isn’t all that often. Most of the pack have called me Alpha for years. Some of the pack elders call me Young Alpha. I am completely fine with that. They trust my judgment. Mom of course is a social butterfly, there were always parties over at the house. Birthday, engagement, weddings, mating ceremony, and sometimes just random ones for no reason. The partial reason the parties are always at the pack house is because it is t

Izzy’s POV I prop up on his chest and his hands go to my ass. Sparks rush over where his skin connects with mine. I place my hands in his hair and raise my hips and slide forward a little so that I am right over his face. I look down. “Stick out your tongue,” it rolls out as a purr. He obliges, I wiggle a little bit finding the right spot. Then I lower myself down sitting on his face, I start grinding back and forth his tongue working with my movements. Sending me insane, the tension in my body builds to the maximum. My orgasm washes over me in waves while I continue to ride his face, leaving me breathless but not quite satisfied.Getting off of him I stand up and reach my hand down to him. He grabs it standing up. He pushes me against the shower wall one hand lightly around my throat and the other cupping my throbbing pussy. “You liked that did you?” He says against my lips. I moan in response. He chuckles and shakes his head, his nose rubbing against mine.“Izzy answered me. Yo