Another blow lands on my cheek, forcing my head to the side. I refuse to scream out my pain. I just spit the blood from my mouth, a tooth falling to the floor with it. I turn back to Mathias, defiantly glaring at him. How quickly his âloveâ for me has changed to pure hate.
Mathias has waited to find his mate for years. Heâs 30. Itâs unheard of for any wolf, let alone an alpha, to not be mated by that age. Imagine how overjoyed we all were when he found his mate at the Eclipse Pack. Imagine our horror when her brother turned out to be gay.
Mathias is a stubborn prick. He feels that he knows what is best in almost every situation, and he fights for his way. Though this is a pain in the ass when interacting with other packs, it helped with getting what our pack needed out of every deal. Mathias is highly flawed, but he is a good alpha. He cares for all of his pack, making sure that we prosper. But he has an enormous chip on his shoulder for homosexuals.
Apparently, his father left his mother for a male. His mother was a choice mate, only taken to create an heir. Once Mathias became the alpha, his dad rejected his mother and left the pack. When Mathias found him six months later, he was shacked up with some male, living as a rogue. Mathias killed them both.
So, when he found out that his mateâs brother was gay, he went ballistic. He insisted that she break off all ties with him, screaming, breaking things, and throwing an alpha-sized tantrum. Annoying when theyâre two, deadly when theyâre adults.
His mate, Alessandra, had rejected him on the spot. Her alpha, Diego, had kicked him out of their territory and refused to work with him again. Which is why we were in this situation now.
We need to run some underground pipes through to some outposts at the edge of our territory. Unfortunately, some pipes need to go through Eclipse land. Diego refuses to interact with our pack after what happened with Mathias and Alessandra, who also happens to be the beta of the pack. Itâs a complete clusterfuck. We had hoped to get some help from the Artemis pack. That is, before my mates showed up.
I think that seeing that I had two male mates who were also mated to each other was too much for Mathias to handle. He has been asking me to be his chosen mate for months. I am one of the few unmated females in the pack, and he has made it clear to me, nearly from my induction into the pack at 16, that he wants to bed me. It isnât that Mathias isnât attractive. And we get along fairly well. But...I wanted my mate. I just turned 21 a few months ago. I hadnât given up looking for him.
And Mathias is a bit...volatile. His temper often gets the better of him. Though he is quick to apologize and acknowledge that he is wrong, it is after the damage has already been done. Anything from hurt feelings to destroyed rooms to broken bones have occurred as a result of Mathiasâs anger. It is a really bad idea to get on Mathiasâs bad side.
Which is where I am right now. I had told him that I wanted to go back to my mates. I couldnât do it. The pain was just too much. And I hadnât rejected them because I wanted to, but in fear of Mathiasâs reaction. I wanted them back.
Another blow catches me in the stomach and the breath rushes out of my lungs. I canât breathe. I canât speak. Air canât make it into my throat. I double over, attempting to force my lungs to work while blows continue to rain down on my back. All the warriors that came with us to the Artemis Pack, as well as those that were waiting outside the territory are here. Fifteen warriors in all, ordered by Mathias to beat me nearly to death.
I put up a good fight. Iâm the Delta of this pack for a reason. I come from a long line of warriors in South Africa. I know fighting styles that they have never heard of in the Blue Crescent Pack. It is lucky for many of the wolves that I fight that they are able to heal quickly. Many would have had fatal injuries and some would not have been able to have children without their healing abilities. Iâd managed to incapacitate six of the warriors before I was overcome.
I tried to maim and injure more than kill, and it handicapped me. The warriors were not extending me the same courtesy.
Four warriors attacked at once. I quickly dispatched two of the three that attacked me from the front. As I was engaged with the third, I lost track of the fourth warrior. He attacked me from behind with an elbow strike to the back of my neck. Were I human, Iâd be dead or paralyzed for life. Luckily, Iâm not. Doesnât save me from passing out, though.
When I wake, my hands are tied behind my back and to my ankles.
âFinally, sheâs awake.â Mathiasâs disembodied voice comes from my other side.
Bleary-eyed, my thoughts still scrambled, I laboriously roll my head to the side to face him.
He kneels in front of me, gently pushing my hair out of my face. His eyes search mine, concern clear on his features. âHow do you feel, Geluksalig?â
That fucking nickname. I had agreed to go out on a few dates with Mathias in the hopes that he would realize that we werenât compatible. What should have been a sweet gesture, learning some terms of endearment in my native tongue, became the bane of my existence. Not only could the asshole not pronounce it correctly, but he insisted on calling me his âblissâ in front of everyone in the pack.
He has ignored my attempts to get him to stop. I am the head warrior of the pack. I canât have the alpha calling me a nickname like that in front of the entire pack, especially as a woman. As I said, there are only a few unmated females in my pack. That is because we are treated as property. If a woman doesnât find her mate within a year of turning 21, she is forced to become a chosen mate or made a slave. Granted, itâs all prettyed up so that the other packs donât know what is happening, but this has been the law in Blue Crescent Pack since its inception. I had to fight and claw my way to keep my position and have been challenged more times than I can count.
But there is only so much I can do against an alpha.
I swallow thickly before answering. âHow do you think, Alpha? You ordered my warriors to beat me senseless. At least I trained them well.â A dry laugh escapes my mouth, though there is no humor in it.
Instantly, Mathiasâs body goes rigid. His eyes darken, but he does not remove his hand from my hair. He takes a deep breath, obviously trying to calm himself. âI am sorry, Geluksalig. I know that you are still in pain. It was necessary for us to...restrain you...from leaving.â
I try to pull away from his touch, but my body is not responding as it should. The last strike had done some damage, though not permanent. I canât move my body below the neck, but sensation is there. Could also have something to do with the restraints I am in.
But my face automatically scowls. My eyes flinch. And none of it escapes Mathiasâs gaze.
He grips my hair and bends towards me. His breath fans my face as he speaks. âDo not pull away from me, Arya. You are mine!â His eyes begin to bleed black as his wolf moves toward the surface.
âIâm not!â My whisper is fierce, my gaze intent on conveying my hate for him. âI belong to Devin and Xander.â
âYou fucking whore!â Mathias screams in my face. He slams my head into the floor. Black spots dance in front of my eyes and I canât track his movements.
When I can focus again, he is pacing in front of me. He has partially shifted, his claws and fangs extended, fur sprouting on his skin, his snout growing on his face. âYou would rather have those two assfuckers instead of me? Two fucking faggots instead of an alpha?â He is pacing the room rapidly, and I see the other warriors flinch away from him. Mathias punches a wall as he turns to me, screaming, âAnswer me!â
âYes!â I hiss at him through clenched teeth.
Mathias roars his anger. And then the blows begin to rain down on me, again.
The next morning, we are all downstairs to greet Alpha Gael of the Diana Pack and his mate. The elders of the pack are also there, along with Xander and Devin. It is obvious that Xander and Devin havenât slept much. Their eyes are red rimmed, their faces pale, and dark bags bruise their under eyes. They are holding hands, their knuckles almost white from their grips on each other. Their pain is evident in the very air that surrounds them. Though they know that Arya will return tomorrow, it is of little comfort when they know that their mate is being beaten and abused. Any attempt to console them is met with blank stares, almost as if they have retreated so far into themselves that they cannot understand what is being said to them. We told them they didnât need to come, but they just got out of bed and followed us. We figured that at the very least we could a
Ma-naaier! (Mother fucker!) My head is spinning as I come back to consciousness. The room is dark, but I can tell that I am alone. Mathias must have grown tired of beating the shit out of me. Mank genaaide bergbok! (Disfiguredly fucked mountain goat, Afrikaans curse) I will kill him! But first, Iâve got to get to my mates. I unleash the hold that Iâve had on my wolf. I would have instantly healed if I allowed her out, which is not something I want Mathias to see. I needed to get the fuck out of here and the only way to do that was to let him beat the shit out of me so that he thinks that Iâm not a threat. Almost instantly, my bones start to knit together, my skin sewing back, a
Guau! (Wow!) That is all I can think when our mate steps into the conference room. She is beautiful. She is nearly as tall as Hakeem, her body slender, her movements graceful. Her beautiful hazel eyes are large in her face, her skin pale, and her cheeks have a light flush from smelling her mates. Her full lips have formed a perfect âo,â sparking thoughts of that mouth on me and my pants become quite tight. Her long chestnut colored hair falls down her back and perfectly frames her heart-shaped face. Her legs are encased in a pair of skinny jeans and one of her shoulders is bare from the loose fitting peasant top she wears. Her creamy, pale skin seems to glow in the light from the room. Hakeem and I both stand at the same time. Our movement seems to break our ciel
Within 15 minutes, I am completely healed. I shift, breaking free of my restraints, then quickly shift back. Iâm naked, but Iâm free and healed. Carefully and quietly, I move to the door. I stick my nose to the crack and inhale deeply, smelling for guards. There is one, but when I listen, I hear that his heartbeat is slow, telling me that he is asleep. Were I staying on as the Delta, Iâd wake him up with a kick to the gut. How dare he sleep on duty! Idioot! (Idiot) But, this once, the overconfidence and arrogance of the men of the Blue Crescent Pack has helped me. I open the door and see the same pack member who used his elbow on the back of my head. I had no qualms in breaking his neck. I arranged his head so that
Something in Lucilleâs words rings true. The same feeling that sent me to speak with Brandon two days ago is pushing me towards Gael and Hakeem. Itâs telling me that, even though it is years too early, that I have found my mates. That I have to claim them and be claimed. I can feel their power radiating off of them and I know that our mating will only increase that. Biting my lip, I think about how badly I want to get our mating underway. I had completely forgotten Hakeemâs warning. Hakeemâs growl rumbles in his chest and he lunges at me. But Gael beats him, wrapping his hands in my hair and pulling my lips to his. He kisses me hungrily and Hakeem buries his face in my neck. âUm, guys?â Brandon clears his throat a few times to get our attention. When we finally look
I let Meredith move her small hands over my shaft until I canât take it anymore. âMerry, lay on the bed,â I plead. She smirks at me, a bit of confidence in her sexual control over us. Itâs sexy as hell. I pull Gael to me, kissing him before moving on to our mate. He moves behind me, sitting in the armchair that is stationed in the corner of the room. Meredith looks at him confused. âArenât you coming to bed?â I smile at her. âOur alpha is a bit of a voyeur. He likes to watch.â Her mouth forms a little âoâ and itâs all I can do not to push my dick down her throat. The thought of her mouth wrapped around my dick makes it bob. Later.&nb
Devin âWell. That was unexpected,â Zak says dryly after we watched Meredith lead her new mates out of the room. Many in the room chuckled, but Xander and I just felt even more pain and despair. Someone else had their mate and we had lost ours. Yes, we know she is coming back, as early as five hours from now. Yes, we know that she will be ours from now on. But she isnât here now. She is hurt. In pain. And we couldnât change her mind and keep her here. âWell, I guess thatâs it,â Zak says. âLucille, would you like to stay in the packhouse tonight? You havenât been alone for a while. It might be difficult to go back to being by yourself.â âHonestly, Zak? As lovely and wonderful as Meredith is and as much as
Su puta madre! (Mother fucker!) Meredith is going to be the death of me. When she took me into her mouth, it was obvious that sheâd never done it before. But it was just as obvious that she was a fast learner. Even in the midst of her own first time having sex, she attended to my reactions to her movements. Meredith slowly laved mi rabo with her tongue, her pouty lips kissing up and down my shaft. I fisted my hands in her hair, but held myself back from shoving her all the way onto me. Mi princesa took my tip into her mouth, continuing to move her tongue around me.