*Chapter contains violence and abuse that can be triggering*
ZARA
I look at the clock, and it’s 5:30 in the morning, and I need to get up. It’s my job to make breakfast for master Kilian and Mistress Camille. I am not allowed to say their names. Slaves don’t do that, the Mistress says. I look at the calendar, and there are two days until I turn 17. Since I was a child, I was told my parents didn’t want me anymore and that they didn’t love me. So they gave me away.
I get dressed in my old worn-out T-shirt and the skirt they make me wear. The door opens, and my guard Samson comes into my room. He smirks, and his eyes are almost black when he sees I am awake and I take a step back, gulping, knowing when he is like this, I won’t leave this room before he says so.
“Good morning, Slave.” He always calls me a slave. Almost everyone does. He comes close to me, running a finger over my cheek, making me want to throw up, I hate when he touches me, so I cringe.
“Now, now. Be a good Slave.” He tells me before groping my breasts. He lets go grabbing my long hair that is in its usual braid. And pushes me to my knees with his other hand. Tears are already forming in my eyes.
When I am where he wants me, he opens his pants and frees his hard cock, looking at me with hunger and saying.
“You know what to do, Slave.” And I do, but I don’t want to.
He must think I am too slow because he grabs harder around my braid. Forcing the tip of his cock on my lips.
“Open!” He orders me, and I know he will slap me if I don’t, so I do what I am told, and he begins to thrust in and out of my mouth, causing me to gag every time he hits the back of my throat.
I close my eyes, thinking of something else, knowing it won’t be long. He is rough today and feels like he is choking me with it. But before I know it, he moans and growls when he comes down my throat. He pulls out, and I gasp for air, tears running down my face.
“Go clean your face and hurry. You still need to Cook for the Master and Mistress.” I do what he says and hurry to my bathroom.
I put a finger down my throat and throw up, and I always do after this. Then I brush my teeth and wash my face. Walking into my room again, I am yanked out and roughly led to the kitchen. He leaves after locking the door.
I cook the usual. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausages, and various other food. I put it on plates and placed it on serving trays. I finish just as the door opens, and Samson returns with two other girls. They look at me as if I am something disgusting, take the trays and leave. Then the door is locked again.
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After I made lunch and cleaned up, Samson grabbed my arm and pulled me with him. He leads me to the Master and Mistress, pushing me to my knees, and leaves the room. Master stands up and comes over to me.
“There is our little slave.” I don’t say anything; I am not allowed to speak unless I am directly talked to.
“You turn 18 in two days, slave.” I still do not speak but only nod my head.
“That means you will get your wolf, but let me remind you that there are guards everywhere. So don’t get any good ideas.” I shake my head.
“Good, Ziva will come tomorrow.” I shiver. Ziva is a witch; she comes every year around my birthday and does something to me. What it is, I don’t know.
I heard heels coming toward me, and the next thing I knew, I was slapped so hard I fell to the floor. It is the Mistress, and she likes to hit and beat me for no reason.
“Keep your eyes on the floor, slave. And clean this room.” She yelled, even though I had been looking at the floor.
I begin to clean the room, knowing what they will start to do. And sure enough, it didn’t take long before moans and groans came from master and Mistress. The Mistress likes to have sex with the master when I am in their room. And if the master says no, she whines and yells that he doesn’t love her. When they are done, she slaps me and tells me that I look like the whore who gave birth to me.
When I am done cleaning, they call Samson to come to take me to prepare dinner. After dinner and cleaning up, I am taken to my room, where I stay until the next morning. This is how every day goes.
I lay on my metal bed and think back to my dream. I always wonder where I know the name Zach from and why it feels like he is important to me. I mean, it is just a dream. I don’t even think he is real. And the woman I called mommy looked like me. It is all very confusing. Master once told me they had Ziva remove my memories and said he didn’t want me to think about the people who didn’t want me. After a few hours, I fall asleep.
ZARA Today is like every other day. Wake up cooking and cleaning. Thank god Samson let me be today, and there was no cleaning in the Master and Mistresses room. So after washing dishes after lunch, I was back in my room until I needed to cook dinner. I get nervous when I hear the lock turn, and it’s not time to cook yet. When the door opens, it is not Samson but another man I have never seen before. He looks around, and a flash of anger comes and goes in his eyes so fast that I am not sure it was there. “Zara, it really is you.” The man says, surprising me by saying my name. But I know better than to look up or answer. “My little girl. Thank goodness you are alive.” He continues, but I still don’t react. The man sinks down on his knees in front of me, slowly reaches out, and caresses my cheek. I slowly raise my head, looking into the man’s blue eyes. He seems strong even though he also looks old and somehow friendly. He takes my hand and looks at the bracelet I wear. I have worn t
ZACHI am changing into sweatpants when my door opens, and Xander comes in. He sees the bag on my bed and sighs. He knows what it means.“You going again?”“Yes"“But it’s your birthday in 2 days. You know mom will get sad.” He isn’t wrong, and I know that.“I need to do this, Xan,” I tell him.“You need to try to move on, brother. We all miss her. But we have to think about that she most likely isn’t alive.”“She is. I can feel it.” Xan looks at me, wanting to say something but just nods his head.“At least wait till you get your wolf Zack, for mom’s sake.” I sigh. But nod my head.“I will. I will just get the bag ready then.” Satisfied with my answer, he left my room.I sigh again because I know he is right. Mom would be deeply hurt if I wasn’t here for the birthday. And maybe it’s not a bad idea. With my wolf, I would get stronger and my senses better. But after that, I will go. I can’t stop looking for her. Many say she is dead, but I can feel it deep in my soul that she isn’t. I
ZACHThe day is finally here. I am turning eighteen and will get my wolf tonight. And tomorrow I will go look for Zara and bring her home, where she belongs.Walking downstairs this morning, I find everyone wishing me a happy birthday. Granny Rosa has made all my favorites for breakfast, and we sit down to eat together. In these 30 minutes, we smile and are somewhat happy, but we all still know someone is missing.“Tonight, we go out, and we will help you shift after your wolf has spoken to you,” Dad says, looking at me. I nod my head saying thank you.“We are so proud of you, Zach. You are a strong but kind young man.” Dad continues.“Thanks, dad. Thanks for always treating me as if I was your real son. Thank you for teaching me everything I know.” I tell him, but dad looks at me.“Zach and your sister will always be mine. Blood doesn’t decide who we choose to be in our family. And I chose to be in your and your sister’s life before you were even born. So I am your real dad, and I wi
ZARA When I woke up, the sun was rising, and Bryan are is already awake and waiting for me. We eat a bit of the leftovers from last night, and then he tells me to go undress and wash up in the river before I shift into Sierra's form. I do as I am told, and when I am shifted, we run. We have been running for a few hours when Bryan stops up, looking around the wolf to get in a defense position. Noises of someone getting closer reach us, and four big wolves come up to us, one emanating with a lot of power, even more than the master had. The biggest one, a brown wolf, suddenly shifts, and a big naked guy with dirty blonde hair comes into sight instead. “Who are you, and why are you tread passing on my land.” He asks. Before I know it, Bryan shifts and stands just as naked as the other guy. “My name is Bryan, and this is my granddaughter. We wish no harm and are just passing through on our way to The Royal Moon Pack.” I guess that must be the pack’s name where my parents are. “I see.”
ZARALeaving Bryan by his door, Alpha Chase showed me up to the top floor, opening a door into a big beautiful room. I look around the room, trying to avoid looking at the Alpha but feeling his burning gaze.“You can stay here. Feel free to take a warm bath, and I will get someone to come with some new clean clothes. I will come and get you when dinner is ready.” He tells me. I nod my head, still not looking at him.“Thank you, Alpha,” I say quietly.“You’re welcome. What’s your name?” he asks me.“My name is Zara,” I mumble, still not looking at him.“It’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Get some rest, Zara.” With those words, he leaves the room, closing the door.I look around and open a door that turns out to be a closet, so I close it again. Opening the other door, I find a big bathroom with a tub separated from the shower. In the cabinet, there are different soap towels and other things needed in a bathroom. Closing the door, I lock it, so I am sure I am alone, then I take
AIDENWe have been running for two days now, only taking breaks to drink water, so we stop to rest in a cave we found. Zack had gone out to catch something we could eat and said he wanted to see how good his wolf was at hunting. I didn’t pack out anything, as we will be sleeping in our wolf forms anyway. It’s safer that way. But I did find some wood for a fire.I feel Zeus pace in my head, and he wants to keep running, claiming something is pulling at him. He wasn’t disappointed when he discovered that Mel wasn’t our mate. He said he didn’t like her anyway and never understood how I could dip my cock into that bitch.To be honest, lately, I don’t understand it either, I mean, she is a good fuck, but that’s about it. She has become so whiny, and it annoys me like crazy. Other times she is rude, like the other morning in the kitchen. She knows how much the king and queen and the guys are suffering since Za
ZARA **Warning episode containing memories about abuse and rape.**We had been running the whole day after we early left Alpha Chase's pack. Grandpa wanted to put as much distance between the Alpha and us. When it gets dark, grandpa finds a safe place to sleep for the night. He found a small cave hidden behind a waterfall that ran into a small lake.We put our bags there, and while grandpa hunted for food, I found wood for the fire. I talked to Sierra a lot, and mostly I wanted to know if she knew about how I had lived when I was with the Master and mistress. She says she does because the moment we connected, my memories became hers, and she promised me she would never let it happen again.I also wondered about what grandpa had told Alpha Chase, that I have a mate waiting for me. I am not sure what to think about that. Maybe it was just a lie to make the Alpha stop his advances on me, and it did not help, though
ZARA I wake up to the sound of grandpa’s yelling, an angry snarl, and the sound of fighting. I jolt up and hurry outside the cave we are currently resting in. Grandpa is fighting against two rouges. But even if they are two against one, they are no match for my strong grandpa. It didn’t take long before they both lay dead on the ground, and grandpa did not even shift.It was three days ago I had that dream, and the feeling of being pulled is getting stronger. We have had some run-ins with some rouges. Some wanted to fight, but we also met a small family that just wanted to be left in peace.“Zara, hurry, get your bag. We can’t stay. There can be more of them lurking around.” I nodded, Being pulled out of my own thoughts, and ran inside the cave, got my bag, stripped off my clothes and put them in it, and shifted into Sierra’s wolf-form. She grabs the bag and runs outside where grandpa had shifted too.