Chapter Six

I pounded my small fists on his back, and he barely reacted, continuing down the corridor as if I weighed nothing. In truth, to him, I probably felt like a child, but he did not release his grip. With an 'oof', he tossed me onto the huge king-size bed in the centre of the room, and I immediately scrambled to my hands and knees in an effort to get off it.  

'Don't you dare fucking move.'

The low, menacing voice comes from Reuben, who is standing in the shadows in the open bathroom doorway.

'If you get off that fucking bed, I'll beat you so hard you won't be able to work for a week.'

Terror gripped me, and I froze, panic gripping my heart. They had me trapped, three huge, muscled male Werewolves against one little runt. My breathing hitched, and I had to fight not to go into a full-blown panic attack. I knew if I did that, they would literally devour me, so I backed toward the headboard, pulling up my knees to my chest. My eyes never leave his. I had to stay calm and figure out a way to get out of their trap.  The twins entered the room and slammed the door shut behind them,

'What are you going to do, Reuben?'

Drake asked, his eyes raking over me hungrily as Reuben walked out of the shadows towards the bed.

'Whatever we want, boys.'

His dark grin never reached his eyes as he reached out and gently stroked a stray strand of golden red hair behind her ear. He leaned closer, gripping her chin and forcing her to look into his deep, navy blue eyes.

'I've waited a long time for this little runt. You think I forgot how you tried to get me into trouble?'

I could not help the tiny whimper that escaped my lips; the cruelty in his dark eyes sent shivers down my spine. They were full of hate for me, and he had held this grudge for fourteen years; he still blamed that innocent, tiny four-year-old child. Werewolves don't age like humans; they reach maturity when they hit puberty and become full adults when they are eighteen. That is where the similarities end. Werewolves stop ageing, or at least their physical appearance does, when they reach their twenties. As their life expectancy is so much longer than a human's, they look younger for a longer period. So Reuben and the twins were, in reality, only about five or six years older than me.

'Now it is time for you to pay for what you did runt and I am going to enjoy every fucking minute.'

I yelped when his fingers grabbed my braid and yanked me from the bed, lifting me into the air with ease, and my scalp burned with pain as I dangled helplessly before he threw me to the floor. My body jerked with pain as I landed heavily, but I pushed it away as I managed to scramble to my feet and back away from the rage in the male advancing towards me.

'I am going to break you, little runt. Your tight little human body is going to feel every fucking bruise we give you.'

My back hits the wall of his bedroom, and he cages my body with his, pressing against me so I can feel his hard length and the fact that he is clearly excited by what he is about to do.  The fingers of his right hand closed around my throat, beginning to squeeze slowly. His eyes locked on mine as I choked, and he thrust his knee between my legs.

'Who wants to go first, boys?'

He asked, looking over his shoulder at the twins, and I screamed as he lifted me again and tossed me back onto the bed. 

'Hold her down.'

He commanded, and they pinned her down as Reuben approached, undoing his belt and tugging out his huge, erect cock and stroking it with his own hand vigorously.

'I am going to make thisas painful for you as I can, little virgin.'

I did the only thing I could: I screamed as loudly as I could, and for the first time in fourteen years, my prayers were answered, and the Luna slammed open the door. All three of them backed away from me instantly, and I scrambled off the bed and raced to my room, not looking back to see what the Luna did. I knew she would find a way to punish me for what had happened, but I would take the beating gratefully, far better to face that than be raped by those three.

‘I wonder how I ever managed to survive to reach eighteen.’

I thought to myself, pausing to look out of the window toward the Arena, the next day, Ihad spent all morning scrubbing the place, getting it ready for the Festival of Age Ball that was happening in a few short weeks. I had not seen Reuben or the twins since they had captured me the night before, and I knew the Luna had warned them off me. Not through any sense of caring about me, she just did not want her slave being incapacitated or killed by three sex crazed young wolves. 

She did not worry about the trauma I had suffered at their hands. Instead, I had my chores doubled, and she worked me until I dropped exhausted into my bed every night, and I worried as the days sped by, as I gazed at the arena. It was a week until the festival when I would be made to stand before the whole Pack for the first time as an adult, and the Alpha was going to use his command to force me to shift into my wolf, if I actually have one. I knew that was my intended fate; now that I was turning eighteen, I could no longer be hidden away, and that presented them with a problem. If it were discovered how badly they had treated me by the Council of Wolves, it would not reflect well on the Pack, so the Alpha would use his power to force me into a shift, knowing my weakened body would not be able to cope. I had a plan, something I had been working on ever since I had been told what was going to happen to me, and I now knew just exactly what I was going to do.