The Quintessential Quintuplets' Mate.

Again the knock resounded on the fragile glass window. Initially, a response wasn't heard, so he placed another now; this time, a more raucous one. 

Briefly, he waited, hoping to get answered, yet everywhere was quiet. “Is she asleep or what?” he questioned while crawling more closely to the window. He leaned closer, placing his face on it, withstanding the dirt that stuck unto the window. Those peering eyes of his roamed around the dark room, hoping to see her awake, but the reverse was the case. 

“Did that fucker do it again?” his voice was laced with anger as he maintained his gaze on the seemingly lifeless body of a girl who laid on a tattered bed. Skillfully yet noiselessly, he pulled the window upwards then slid discreetly into the crappy room—originally, it's met to be a basement, but Mr. Kiel proclaimed it as her bedroom. 

Kiera.

 “Kiera!” Greg called out in a whisper. He expected her to snap from her slumber, but not today, so he proceeded. Greg found the light switch, which he then switched on. 

The lights kissed a sleeping Kiera, who seemed…. Lifeless—her limbs were curled in such a way that one could mistake her for being a fleshy ball rather than a human. Her brown hazelnut hair appeared unkempt, dirty and even reeked greatly. Upon further inspection, it was obvious she's basically naked, since the shreds didn't particularly count as clothing. 

Pity was evident in Greg's eyes as he persisted his gaze on her gloomy figure. He advanced closer to the bed, then crouched on his knee. Reaching his right hand to her face, he caressed it mildly and noticed how sticky it was—probably due to the dried up tears. While caressing her oval face, her eyelids twitched gently before she opened her eyes fully. 

He withdrew his arm and watched her awake slowly. A low grunt elicited from her tiny yet bloody lips as she sat upright on the bed. 

“Damn” came a groan of pain when she attempted to sit fully on the bed; her abdomen, middle, and her thighs ached like crazy. Still in pain, she turned her head to behold Greg, who's mutely staring at her. 

“Greg!” a small smile found its way to her lips, but he didn't change his countenance. “He raped you again, didn't he?” Greg asked flatly with the deadpan expression lingering on his face. 

Kiera took her lips in, then looked away shyly. Her thighs rubbed against each other lightly, and she felt the dried up blood there—it was highly uncomfortable. 

He knew instantly he was correct, so he sighed—frustration accompanied that sigh. 

Silence enveloped them as Greg looked away while Kiera chewed her lips shamefully. 

“Kai, why don't we run away?”

His question made her look rapidly at him. “What?” she mumbled, shockingly. He faced her again, then sat down on the bed, next to her. 

“Yes. We should elope together. I can't tolerate you being raped repeatedly by the same man we call our father! How long…for how long should I watch my sister get raped countless times by that bastard?” he bellowed aggressively. 

“Shh! Keep your voice down, Greg. Please. He might hear you” Kiera cautioned immediately, and quickly placed her index finger on his lips. 

“Don't raise your voice, please. Father might…”

“Stop addressing him as father! He doesn't even deserve to be called a werewolf” Greg grumbled in displeasure. She couldn't stop the smile from curving on her lips. Kiera cupped his cheeks in her hands, then rubbed it tenderly with her fingers. 

“Everything will be okay one day, Greg. I mean, I have you; my lovely little brother besides me. I can overcome everything and anything as long as you're here with me” She tried to divert from the topic, but he didn't buy it. 

“Goddamn it, Kai!” he hushed, standing to his feet. “Why can't you see the need for us to get the hell out here?” He rasped, now enraged by her lack of cooperativeness; he doesn't know for how much longer he can bear seeing the same man who birthed them raping his daughter. 

Kiera merely smiled and attempted to stand up. Then again, she couldn't since her legs were literally too feeble. 

“Can you get me something to eat, Greg? I'm starving” she clearly avoided conversing deeper on that certain topic. Greg, although angered, had no choice than to carry out the order. He muttered some inaudible words before going to the window.

He exited through the window, crawled on the branches of the huge iroko tree and left completely.

Kiera's blue, oceanic eyes were trailing after him until he left entirely. Her gaze shifted from the window to her lower section—hot tears soon accumulated in her eyes. 

“Moon Goddess, save me!” she whimpered, dipping her face into her palms. Kiera cried bitterly as the memories flooded her head—the death of her mother and their father's sudden change of attitude towards them. Ever since their mum died then disappeared mysteriously, their father changed drastically—he neglected them callously, refused to fend for them, maltreated and even…went as far as having forced intercourse with his daughter.

Isn't that sickening? Yet, Kiera refuses to run away, for whatever reason she harbors. Her 17 year old brother Greg, even though spared his brutal ways, desires so badly for Kiera to run away. 

Yet…she won't run. She kept crying profusely for half an hour before putting a dint to it. 

“I…won't run. I'll wait for you” she muttered and wiped the tears gently from her red, puffy eyes. 

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His steps were staggeringly while heading for the shabby apartment he calls home. A bottle of tequila could be seen in his possession, which he held greedily. With drowsy eyes, he occasionally fell to the ground, but managed to pick himself up. 

Ultimately, he arrived at the front door. 

“Hey! Kiera! Open the motherfuking door!” he banged heavily and repeatedly at the wooden door—it's so obvious he's terribly drunk, and he keeps causing a ruckus. Then again, there's no one to reprimand him since the Dawson lives deep in the woods. 

Riel, the father of Greg and Kiera, purposely built an unimpressive home in the woods away from the monitoring eyes of Alpha Axel. 

Meanwhile, inside her room were Kiera and Greg. Somehow she's able to walk, but the pain persists. Currently, she's having dinner with Greg in the slightly illuminated room.

“Say Kai, I heard the Alpha quintuplets are coming back from Australia” Greg bubbled radiantly at Kiera. She furrowed her eyebrows inquisitively. 

“Quintuplets? Is that even possible? How can five individuals rule the Crimson Moon Pack? Won't there be disagreements between them?” she couldn't help but ask, finding the entire thing disbelieving. 

“I know right, but apparently Alpha Axel sent them away for a cause; they've been away from home for the past 5 years to strengthen their bond. They're arriving tonight. And they say…one's cursed”.

“Enough Greg! Don't let anyone hear you sprouting such bullshit. What if you get executed for soiling the Alpha's name?" She scolded him immediately, but he seemed nonchalant. 

“The rumors are true. Same with them being unbelievably handsome” As Greg gushed non-stop, a loud bang interrupted their discussion. Fear flashed through Kiera's eyes since she knew …he's back!

“That son of a bitch. I thought he died somewhere” Greg said with gritted teeth. Despite how terrified she was, Kiera stood and rushed speedily out of the room. She ran down the stairs and to the door. 

Her legs were practically shaking with fear because he'll be drunk, and she can clearly see an undeserving beating coming her way. 

Yet, she pulled the doorknob backwards and almost instantly, a hard slap landed on her cheek. A wince escaped her lips as she fell right on the floor, bruising her elbow already. 

“You bitch! What the fuck took you so long?” he demanded tipsily. He thudded into the room, then retrieved the bottle of tequila. Kiel took a gigantic gulp of the content then faced Kiera, who's trembling uncontrollably in fear. 

“C'mere you” he sluggard dankly. She shook her head negatively with her eyes pleading for mercy. 

“Please! Please don't! I'll die! Please!!” she begged frantically; the pains down there are yet to fade away, yet he wants to thrust into her again. No…

She's sure she won't see the next sunrise if that happens. Then again, the beast of a father wasn't in his right senses to begin with, so she basically blabbered nonsense into his ears. 

“Come here, you little bitch! Don't fuck with me!” he roared, tossing the bottle recklessly to a corner. Kiera stood, and attempted to run away when he caught her by the arm. 

“No! No! Let me go! Please!!” she screamed at the top of her voice, hoping that someone, anyone would hear her cries, but…who would? For fuck’s sake, it's the woods. 

Aside from the fact that it's late, who in their right mind would be wandering in the dark, dangerous woods? Kiel dragged Kiera towards the raggy couch, ignoring how she struggled. 

She's far too timid to fight—she doesn't even have a wolf, even though she's past eighteen. Isn't it shameful?

“Ah!” she cried when tossed carelessly on the couch. He knelt on the couch quickly, towering dominantly over her. 

Kiel's hand groped her fleshy right thigh. He forcefully parted her legs, but when he began unbolting his belt, a hard metal struck his head. Kiel groaned in pain and relented for a while. He turned weakly to glance at his attacker, only to see it's… Greg with a crowbar.  

Kiera gasped. “Greg!” her eyes dilated in unhidden shock and amazement. With great strength, Greg pushed Kiel away from her. As he fell to the floor, he grabbed her hand then pulled her up. 

“Greg?”

“We need to run!” He declared seriously. Arguing isn't a decision, so she remained mute as they ran towards the door. Kiera stepped out first, but Greg never did, since Kiel caught him unexpectedly. Kiel tactfully encircled his sturdy hands on Greg's throat, literally choking him. 

Violently, he flung him on the floor then stomped on his stomach wickedly. 

“Greg!” she wanted to run back in only to get yelled at. “Don't…come…in here” he blurted through difficulty. She halted. 

“Listen…to…me Kai. You…must run. P…please…ah!” he cried in pain as Kiel dung his foot deeper in his stomach. “Run away?” Kiel repeated, but more menacing.

“Oh no, baby girl. That shit isn't happening” he tried to go after Kiera, then again Greg held his foot firmly. The two males glared hatefully at each other. “Let go of my foot, boy!” he ordered authoritatively. 

“Never! Kiera” Greg faced her only to see tears flowing freely down her eyes. “I…made this choice. I know you won't let it go in vain…so please…run away. Please!” he begged with a wry smile. 

“Greg” she whispered tearfully. He nodded reassuringly and that gave her the boast to start running. 

“Hey! Kiera!!” Kiel tried once more to go after her, yet Greg held onto his leg stubbornly. “You bitch!”

“Ha!” Greg smirked. “I'll be damned to let you go, man whore”

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She ran as quickly as her legs could carry her—where she's running to, she had no idea. But… Kiera won't allow Greg's sacrifice to be for nothing. She felt tears surfacing in her eyes again, then again she wiped it.

“Greg… I'll come back for you” she cried heartbreakingly and kept running through the window. Apparently, her tears shielded her eyes from seeing clearly, so when she ran into the tarred road, she never knew. Unknowingly, a car was speeding on the road and due to the unexpectedness of her entrance into the road, the driver couldn't step on the brake in time. 

A flash of bright light shone on her face, blinding her temporarily, before the collision occurred. Kiera merely gasped before getting hit brutally by the car. 

She rolled countlessly on the tarred road—her body kissed the hard floor savagely until she finally stopped rolling next to a tree root.

“Who the fuck was that?”

“Did…we just got someone?”

“Fuck you Wesley. Were you blind while driving or what!”

“Jayden, you totally caused this shit.”

“Dad will be mad” 

Slowly her consciousness slipped away but…she caught a glimpse of the faces of all five.