When the winter started to set in and the first snowflakes danced down from the skies, Clark came to visit me. I couldn’t even smell his presence anymore, but the tiny familiar sparks that spread out on my arm as he touched me through the gates of my cage pulled me back into the real world. My dark and cold world.
He had a slight smile, and his eyes almost looked sad. Deep down, a small part of me hoped he was here to get me. To save me, to tell me all this was a mistake! He was forced, tricked, and threatened into this. That this was to save me. For the first time in over a month, I felt my wolf stir; no matter what he did to us, the mate bond was still intact. He never rejected us.
There he was, still so beautiful, the face I’d loved for so many years. The man I loved, my mate, my other half. So close. I didn’t even dare to move, so afraid that he would be gone if I blinked. That this was just one of those dreams and hallucinations, I’ve had before. They gave me so many different drugs that I think I’ve hallucinated about all there is to hallucinate about.
But Clark was here; he could not despair again.
First, when he reached his hand out, gently cupping my dirty, hollow cheeks gasped. He was real; this was real. My mate never left me; he would save me! He would take all those bad things and memories away!
Hope filled my heart as he opened my cage, and since I had no strength in my feet to stand, he carried me bridal style, up the stairs, out of that dreaded cellar. I closed my eyes, rested my head against his chest, and for the first time in a very long time; it felt like I could breathe.
Tears would have streamed down my face if I had enough fluids in my body. All kinds of feelings crashed down inside me. Hate, love, relief, sorrow, pain, disappointment, and I began to feel how broken I was. I mourned what was taken from me. Eventually, it became too much, and I passed out.
I really thought I woke up in heaven; everything seemed white around me, I had to be lying on a bed, so soft, and I felt warm and content. Then I heard the beeping sound around me, and when my eyes finally got used to the bright light, I understood. I woke up in a hospital bed. He did save me; my mate came for me! But why did I wake up alone?
A curtain was closed all around my bed, and before I tried to sit up, I heard voices. On instinct, I froze, didn’t even breathe, and just listened. I was not daring to move a single muscle.
Their voices were low, but I had no problem hearing them, and it felt like I began to fall, and I kept falling. Why! What did I do to deserve this!?
The torture and humiliation took another four months to bring me to the endless darkness. My final destination, the answer to my prays. When death devoured me, I was given a choice—a second chance. First, I could come back as myself, look the same, and smell the same. Basically, the old me, but I won’t remember anything from that day. And second, I would become a new woman, I could keep my name if I wished to, but I would look different. I would get a new wolf. My smell would change, and I would sound different. Nobody would know me, but I would remember everything. The betrayal, the horrible things those rogues did to me.
The sound of their voices, smell, the awful feeling of their sweety dirty bodies crashing into mine. How they bite me over my mate mark. My arms, inner thighs, breasts, and how they laughed. Their groans and grunts. Everything would haunt me forever.
I chose the second one.
Now I’m a tall, dark beauty. My eyes are hazel brown, and my hair is almost black. I’m no longer naïve. No more will I be a fool. Never would anyone keep me in the dark.
I’m Mallory, and I remember everything.
So, you might think I ran to Clark and his little b**h right away and ended their miserable lives, but no. I was not that stupid. Clark didn’t deserve to die, not his new little wh**e either; it would be too easy on them. Besides, I needed training. I was still weak.Even if both of them were slippery as eels and had an IQ that matched the animal. Their ranks made their wolves robust, and would defend their human counterpart if someone threatened their lives. A fight that I would lose. Even if my trail of thought changed, my body was weak, my heart still in pieces, and my soul still black and crying.When I came back, I was basically a rogue; no pack and no family. All alone in my own misery and hatred. I figured out that I would need a pack of sorts, but I didn’t want just any pack. This was a time to be innovative. I sought out a small pack I remember hearing about from my parents when I was young: specially trained werewolves and hybrids in combat, stealth, tactics, and tracking. I
I still remember the pictures in his file. So far, It contains photos of 6 different women. All beaten, bloody, bruised, shocked, r*ped, humiliated, robbed of their freedom, and one robbed for her reason to live. I could not blame her either; I read their statements. He inserted them with different objects, one got her nipples burned off, and one had them cut off with a kitchen knife. One had over 17 stitches in her rear end; all this was documented. Pictured and written down, but he is still allowed to walk around as a free man.Finally, a dark shadow walked up to the door I was watching. Searching his pocket, found a key and opened it before stepping inside, closing the door behind him. I smiled. I had so much planned for this night. This scumbag of a human is going to regret his life choices. I took a final deep breath and stepped out of the shadows.I let myself out of the apartment three hours later, satisfied with my results. I can already picture tomorrow’s headlines!‘Highly r
I made a quick stop, checked in at my hotel, and put on a new change of clothes. I threw my bag on the bed and headed out. I had a job waiting for me in Dallas, but I needed this detour. I needed to have a clean sheet again. My hands were sweaty, my head was hurting, and my heart was racing painfully. I hadn´t slept for two days. I needed my time in sub-space, I needed my break, I needed Bear.The only person besides Mickael that could and was allowed to break through my walls. I can still smile thinking of our first meetings; we fought as if our lives depended on it, partly because I have difficulty allowing anyone past my walls. Even if I wanted to, they were impenetrable. So they need to be forced down or torn down. The other part was our animals; it´s not natural to give away dominance.They fight over it. So we did too. After three meetings, he won, and for the first time in my life, I experienced access to sub-space just by spanking, by submission. Sub-space, for me, was a free
The fear speeded itself through me like a freight train. Before my expression could be suppressed, it was detected in an instant. I wrinkled my nose and turned my head away as he leaned forth and took a deep, slow sniff up from my collarbone to my ear.This guy was disgusting through and through; the sheepish grin on his face made me feel sick to my stomach. Luckily, the fear melted into the rage coursing through my body quickly, and I wheeled in the needed control. I was not afraid to die; I never was. I rather deep fry, season, and eat my own hair than show this scum fear. He didn´t deserve my fear; he didn´t deserve shit!I knew I still had plenty of time. He didn´t just fuck his victims. He played with them, toyed with their emotions, and gorged on the continuous fear. He scars and torments them until they let go of their natural bodily functions and defecate and urinate themselves, ensuring that he lamented their lack of dignity and despair. He would reach out with an olive branc
My eyes would not listen, so I could not see where I was, but the stench ofblood and serpent was lacking. Instead, it somehow smelt familiar. I felt safe;mumbling voices grew closer and closer. Two. Two people were talking.I took a deep breath, and the fresh air and sting of pain told me I was indeedalive. Death was not granted. I still had time and still had a purpose. But how?I opened my eyes like small creeks with all the strength I could muster, but Isquinted them back shut and groaned. The sharp light burned my eyes, and Icould not see anything but white light.That was, however, a bad idea. The people talking suddenly stopped. Theywere now aware that I was awake, and heavy steps came closer. That’s when Iremembered the sparks I felt just before I drifted away, and my heart did itsbest to jump out of my chest. I was helpless and weak. I could not move a muscle. Istarted sweating and trembling, fear
“WHAT!?!”Was he serious? I never knew he swung that way! Is he just fuckingwith me? I looked over at Bear, that seemed to be studying myreaction, and the moment his eyes met mine, I knew he was tellingthe truth. For a split second, my heart dropped, and I sank back downon the bed. There it was again, jealousy. No, it´s just because I likewhat we have! I don´t want to find me a “new Mr. Bear.”He has been mine for so long, but he was never really mine. Iknew that, but still.Ifell asleep without even noticing it myself. This little bump in theroad was too much. I didn´t have the energy for emotional reactions,they usually cost me a great deal, but now they cost too much, and Islipped away into the darkness again.Another week flew by, and I didn´t follow at all. I was just there. Inand out of sleep, I did remember eating and drinking f
The fur was midnight black. It seemed to shimmer between black anddark blue as the hairs moved around my fingertips, like black-bluewaves dancing in the forbidden sea. Mesmerized by the beautifulcolors and the pleasant feeling, I suddenly felt like a deer caught inthe headlights as I stared into a pair of deep green eyes. I jerked myhand back like I was hit by lightning, and my throat suddenly felt soparched and tight. Petting someone´s wolf was an incredibly intimatething in the werewolf community, and I just did it while he slept, andI was even caught red-handed. A strange whimper growl escaped his throat, and I quite literally jumped backward out of bed. I didn´t survive that hell just to die here!“ I´m sorry, sorry! I´m not sure what came over me!”I mumbled while I switched the weight from one foot to the otherlike I was about to pee myself before turning
I opened the door, and the heavenly scent of eggs, bacon, and coffee filled my nostrils. The smell alone was more than enough to make me moan, and my mouth filled up with saliva. I didn´t realize how hungry I really was.As I entered the kitchen, Bear was already making a plate for me, and the Perv-dog was enjoying his steaming hot cup of coffee at the table. They didn´t say anything, but I saw them smiling at themselves, so I just squinted my eyes and sat down.I didn´t eat anything. I actually inhaled it. Like I just took an intense breath, and everything on my plate was gone! But it was incredible. I can’t remember eggs and bacon ever tasting this good! I felt so content, newly boiled and scrubbed. My tummy was filled, and I leaned back on my chair with my own steaming hot coffee cup.“So, how is the nose, love?”I shot Bear a look filled with daggers, but he was just sitting there, way too amused and sipping his coffee without a care in the world. Other than mocking me, that is. W