Chapter Five - Dakota

I had to get away from him. I knew what he wanted to do to me. Ever since I had turned sixteen, his way of touching me had changed; he always tried to get me alone so he could spank me, and I hated it. He would make me bend over his knee and pull down my pants so he could spank my naked ass. I was not stupid. I felt his cock growing hard beneath my belly as he hit my bare cheeks until they were a deep, dark red.

I was the Alpha's slave, so Reuben and his best friends, Reynolds' two sons, had free access to me. If Reuben got his way, and there was no reason why the Alpha would deny him, I would never break free of this Pack. Making me his sex slave meant I would be forced to remain locked in his room until he tired of using my body for his own personal pleasure.  

I wanted to return to my room and sink into a piping hot bath, but my chores were not finished. Walking barefoot over the freezing marble tiled floor into the kitchen, I quickly added wood to the fire in the huge fireplace so it would warm the whole of the downstairs of the Alpha mansion. It also fed the water pipes that fed the old-fashioned antique radiators, so I had to keep it going, or I would be beaten again. I banked it up so I could leave it until I could get around to it again after I had completed the rest of my chores. I knew if I kept hidden in the kitchens, he would leave me alone. The Luna had made it clear that they were not allowed to torment me while I was working, she wanted my chores completed, and if they hurt me, she would have to find someone else to do them.

One thing I did every single day was to cook lots of meat. The Werewolves ate pounds upon pounds of fresh meat, beef, lamb, venison and lots of chickens; all of it was cooked by me, a starving, hungry child who was forbidden to eat even the tiniest morsel of it because, believe me, I had tried. In a rash lack of judgement, before I knew better, hunger had got the better of me, and I had stolen the remains from a plate I should have emptied into the trash can. I tried to ram as much of the food into my mouth as was physically possible before anyone caught me. Unfortunately for me, the Alpha’s daughter had seen me, and Lucy was quick to go and report my transgression back to her father. I was subjected to yet another severe beating and locked in the dungeons for four days. I was barely fourteen, my birthday had been a few days before, not that anyone had noticed. It was part of Pack law that children under the age of eighteen should not be kept in the dungeons, but the Alpha sneered at me when he told me those laws did not apply to me because I  was a murderer. I knew what happened next, and as I lay trembling on the small mattress, which was the only thing they left in the cell for me. Two of the guards entered my cell, closely followed by a third. I was held down by the two bulky males, and my mouth forced open by the third, who poured salted water down my throat. As soon as I began to gag, they released me, dropping me to the floor while I vomited, emptying my stomach of the small amount I managed to eat.                                                            'You stole that food, therefore you do not have the right to benefit from it.'

The Luna sneered as she turned away with the guards, and they left me curled in a ball, clutching my painful stomach and whimpering as my hunger almost consumed me. 

The Alpha had been throwing me into that tiny airless cell since I was twelve years old, leaving me for days existing on stale bread and brackish water, and because they had made sure that no one was aware of my existence, he got away with it.

This was my life, work, beatings, starving and being thrown into that tiny cell whenever the Alpha had a bad day and lashed out at the easiest target, me.

As I poured the hot water into a bowl and began washing the pots and pans everybody used but left for me to clean, I knew I had to formulate a plan. Reuben and his entourage would not give up. When I hit my eighteenth birthday, I would become fair game to any of the unmated Wolves in the Mountain Top Pack. Unlike the other females in the Pack, I had no father/brother/uncle, etc. to protect me; I was all alone, so if they caught me, I would be helpless.

'How could I, a half-starved, overworked, five-foot-five female, do anything against those six feet plus, muscled and full of testosterone males?'

The odds were impossible, and I knew if I let my guard down, Reuben would take great pleasure in raping me, and when he had satisfied his own lust, he would hand me over to the Alpha's twin sons. No one in the Pack would lift a hand to help me, and I did all I could to avoid them.

It wasn't enough; they staked out every place my chores took me, and while one of her twin sons distracted her, the other grabbed me and hauled me over his shoulder, slapping his hand over my mouth as he raced toward their rooms with his prize.

I was so stunned by his actions that it knocked the breath from my lungs when he slammed onto his hard, muscled shoulder and for a few minutes, I remained still as he took the stairs three at a time. When I realised where he was going, I sank my teeth into his fingers and started screaming.