Aria POV
No one wants to die but when death becomes the only option, you’d want to die fighting.
And fighting was what I did. With all the power that was left in me I punched the nearest guy to me in his nose, he just dropped to his knees and I kicked his precious jewels with my foot.
“YOU BITCH” he screamed in pain.
Then I turned to the other two who were surprised with what I did to their friend but I didn’t stop. I threw another punch at Nick but he was quick to block it. He grabbed my arm and easily bent it and turned it behind my back.
The one who was holding his penis a second ago now stood up steaming with anger; he quickly marched towards us and pulled my hair. For a second I thought that he would pull out my skin but then Nick released me and I found myself on the ground again dragged by hair. I thrashed and screamed but I was no match to any of them.
Finally he let go of my hair and kicked my stomach one more time. This time I felt like I would throw up my guts.
They will kill me and my baby…
With this thought in my head, panic erupted inside me like an angry volcano. I tried to summon my wolf and shift again but I was too weak to even stand up.
Maybe I can play dead…
But before I could even think about it, the guy unbuckled his belt and with all his might lashed me. Excruciating pain shot through my nerves and I screamed in agony.
One…
Two…
Three…
Ten lashes. Ten fucking lashes all over my body; by the fifth I was already numbed by the pain but I couldn’t even lift my hand to protect my face and blood was dripping from every cut.
“Enough James”
The other guy screamed at him before he could hit me for the eleventh time. James stood next to me panting like a pig. He dropped on one knee, pulled my hair again and said: “Had enough you bitch”
I looked at him and was disgusted with his stupid ass face. So, I spat on his face and that earned me another slap that split my lip.
James was infuriated again. This time he turned me on my stomach, grabbed what was left of my top, pulled it over my head and covered my face with it while my arms were still in the sleeves. Then, he pulled down my pants and ripped off my panties.
“NO” I screamed and tried to crawl away but I couldn’t. He pinned me down saying: “Nick, hold her for me”
“NO, Nick… please NO”
I could hear Nick’s footsteps walking, and then I felt his hands pinning me down before I heard James unzipping his pants. He laughed like a maniac: “Now, you’re begging us”
I kicked, thrashed, squirmed but to no use. I screamed till I could no longer hear my voice.
What did I do?
All I wanted was a peaceful life and happy family.
My only mistake is that I trusted a man.
Was that my punishment for leaving the pack?
“No, Stop” the third guy ran towards us and continued: “We didn’t agree to this. Nick, you only wanted to abort the child but this is rape”
“Carl, that bitch insulted me” James replied back to him.
“And you had beaten the shit out of her. That’s enough let her go”
Silence…
I heard nothing but my own trembling breaths and thumping heart beats. Nick’s grip on my hands started to get loose and then James dick penetrated me brutally, cruelly, and furiously.
My tiny body wasn’t ready for this kind of pain. That man had already inflected too much pain on me that I could no longer feel anything. Tears streamed down my cheeks without control.
I had control over nothing.
I was choking in my own body.
I felt my soul burn into ashes and fall to the ground.
I wished to bury my own feelings deep in the ocean but I never could. It would flow inside me forever.
When James was done torturing me, Nick couldn’t stop his carnal desires from taking over him. He no longer needed to restrain me. I couldn’t fight even if I wanted to. When they were done I was left like a dog on the street on the verge of death.
I was drowning in my own pool of blood in the middle of nowhere and all I wished for was for death to be my salvation from this life…
⭐Aria POV⭐I thought he was gone. I thought all of them were no longer in my life.I thought I’d buried the memory of that night deep enough to never face it —never face any of them again. But life had a cruel way of tearing open wounds you thought had scarred over.I stood frozen, breath caught in my throat, eyes fixed on the shadow that emerged from the far end of the chamber entrance. The warm, flickering light from the torches danced against the stone, casting his features in and out of view—but it was enough.Enough to recognize him.Enough to make my blood run cold.My mind struggled to catch up, confusion clouding every thought. It was like staring into a nightmare that had stepped out of the past and made itself real again.He moved forward, one step—calm, unhurried.“Carl…” The name slipped from my lips, barely a whisper. A ghost of sound meant more for myself than for him.But he heard it.He smiled.A slow, smug curl of his lips that sent ice crawling up my spine.He took
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Aria – POVI opened my eyes to pitch blackness.At first, I thought I was still dreaming—trapped in the nightmare that had haunted me before the ceremony. But this… this was worse. This was real. I had been taken. And I didn’t know what happened to Klaus.Was he dead?Alive?The air was damp and heavy, and the silence so thick it rang in my ears like a scream buried too deep.Pain bloomed behind my eyes, sharp and throbbing, as if something had cracked open inside my skull. My head was pounding, my thoughts scattered like broken glass. I reached up instinctively, my fingers brushing against a tangled mess of hair and a dried smear of something—blood?—on my temple.“What the hell happened to me?”My voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper. It sounded foreign in the emptiness.Flashes came in disjointed fragments—the wedding, Klaus at the altar, his eyes on mine, the soft tremble of my hands in his… then nothing. A void. Darkness swallowed everything which made me wonder if I were
Klaus POVI stood at the top of the grand staircase, watching as guests filed out of the palace in stunned silence—dazed, confused, murmuring what they had witnessed and no one dared speak too loudly—as if the truth of what had just happened might shatter if given a name.I couldn’t believe it. This was supposed to be my wedding day. The day I’d dreamed of more than anything. And that dream only grew stronger the moment I met Aria.I could sense Tory, Elijah, and Sam in their wolf forms, racing across the land. Their paws pounded against the earth as they tore through the surrounding land, howls cutting through the air, noses to the ground, hunting for any trace of her scent. The land was a blur beneath them, but I knew they wouldn’t stop—not until they found her or found something. Desperation clung to the wind like smoke, thick and suffocating me. The second the palace doors were closed, I shifted without hesitation, bones cracking, muscles stretching until my paws met the cold mar
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