Book 2: The Alpha And His Chosen Mate


    Warning: Sexual triggers ahead.


    Mayra.


    I was back there again. A ce I didn’t want to be. A ce I visit every time I close my eyes. A ce


    that still torments me.


    I can’t move. I watch unable to do anything as he cuts me open. With no anesthesia. Meaning I feel


    everything he is doing to me. The tears roll down the side of my face. I can’t even scream out in pain


    because all my muscles are rxed. Thanks to a certain injection he gave me, the only thing I can do


    is watch.


    He talks to me. Telling me his day and what he’s been doing. As if we are friends. As if he isn’t torturing


    me.


    They call us monsters but it is he that’s a monster. It’s him and his colleagues that are the true


    monsters.


    “Did I ever tell you how Inded this project? How I became the head of a secret organization?” he


    asked. His fingers digging into my flesh.


    As if I wanted to hear anything personal about him but again I don’t have a choice. His hands are


    precise as he cuts a piece of my flesh and ces it on a petri dish.


    “Not many people know this but I funded the whole thing. You see Ie from old money and my


    parents left me a huge inheritance. It was by chance that I came across your kind”


    I see something pass in his eyes. It’s too quick for me to decipher but I can tell. There is something


    there. Something he doesn’t let people see.


    His green eyes focus back on me. After getting what he wants he stitches me up. Sealing the wound.


    Goddess, it’s been so long. Too long in captivity. I stopped counting the days after the first year. No one


    has been able to escape. I was the first one to ever be caught and it was weeks before a second


    werewolf, Chris, was caught.


    From there they kept adding numbers until they were satisfied. By the end of that year alone, there


    were about a hundred of us in captivity. Sometimes I wonder how the werewolf council never picked


    the missing number of wolves.


    “You know you’re my favorite, right Mayra?” his green eyes turns smoky. Lust beginning to fill them.


    I try to move. Knowing what wasing but like usual I can’t. I try begging him with my eyes. Pleading


    with him to spare me. I know it won’t work. It never does but I still try.


    His hands move over my bony thighs. His touch disgusting me. Like usual we were alone. So none of


    his colleagues know what is happening. This was our time. Like he liked to call it. A time where he gets


    to do what he wants with no witnesses.


    One of his rough hands cups my breast while the other one touches my sex. He plunges a finger inside


    making me cry harder. I hated him. Hated his touch. I screamed internally but only a groan left my


    mouth.


    “Get wet for me baby” he moaned while roughly thrusting his fingers.


    He was a monster. A pyscho and sicko but no one else saw that. Everyone else thought he was good.


    He pulls his finger out and lowers the stretcher. Taking a bottle of lube. He opens his trousers, releasing


    his manhood. He coats it with the lube and without warning plunges inside me. Taking something that


    isn’t his to take.


    Over and over he takes me. Not caring that I’m silently crying. Not caring that he is raping me. That this


    isn’t consensual.


    I hate him. Goddess do I hate him. With every fiber of my being. I hope there is a special ce in hell


    reserved for him because if there isn''t then the goddess isn''t just.


    Finally he finishes. He withdraws and I feel his cum leak out from me. Using his fingers, he pushes it


    back inside me. Then spreads the remaining on the inside of my thighs.


    “You look beautiful like this. With my cum glistening your well fucked pussy. I swear no one makes me


    feel the way you do Mayra.” He leans over and kisses me. Probes my mouth before pushing his tongue


    inside.


    My stomach revolts. Feeling the remnants of what I had eatening back up. It would serve him right


    if I vomited inside his mouth.


    He rips his lips from mine when he hears footsteps approaching the room. He stares at me. His eyes


    shing with possessiveness before he bends down to whisper in my ear.


    “Remember this Mayra…you will always be mine. In every way that counts”


    The sound of his voice and his words chills me. It grates on me but I can’t even react. Can’t show him


    how disgusted I am by him.


    Minutester Tobby, one of our biggest tormentors enters the room.


    “You done with her boss?” he smiles a sinister smile. Showing his yellowed teeth.


    “Yes, you can take her back to the cells.”


    Without saying anything else he wheels my stretcher out of the room. I would say that I was d I was


    leaving the monster behind but I was not. I was trading one monster with another.


    “Stupid bitch. Can’t really curse you like that can I? Since you truly are a bitch. A female dog but in your


    case it’s a female wolf” he says before hitting my midriff hard. “You know what you really are? A cunt. A


    monstrosity of a cunt”


    The p he delivers is hard and hurts like hell. In fact everything fucking hurt.


    We pass by otherckeys and like usual there isn’t any sympathy in their eyes. They look at me in


    disgust. Like I am a monster. Like a part of me isn’t human like them.


    We have been treated worse than dogs. Simply because we weren’t fully human. They branded us as


    monsters because they don’t understand and humans always destroy what they cannot understand.


    They say that they’re performing experiments on. That they want to replicate our genes so as to make


    soldiers invincible. I know deep down it’s all a lie.


    If that’s all they wanted this wouldn’t be such a big secret. If it’s all they wanted, they wouldn’t have had


    to kidnap unsuspecting werewolves. If this is all they want, they wouldn’t hold us hostage and torture


    us.


    Humans are fickle beings. Always hating those that are stronger than them. I would have escaped here


    a long time ago but they somehow found out that silver is our kryptonite.


    Since then, we get daily doses of it. And at night they taint the air we breathe with it. Making sure that


    we are too weak to heal. Too weak to shift. Too weak to fight.


    We get to the cells and he unceremoniously dumps me on the dirty floor. I fall since there isn’t anyone


    to catch me or help me out. We are all weak. Each of us battling hard to stay alive.


    “I’ll be back for youter after the drug has worn off. You know I like it when you can actually scream in


    pain” heughs evilly before stomping on my foot and leaving.


    Iy there cold and unable to move. I watch as the others give me pitying nces. They know I have


    been raped yet again. They’re weak but they can still smell the scent of semen. The same way I can.


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    I don’t want their pitying nces.


    The men look away when I stare at them hard, but the women keep their gaze on me. Trying to tell me


    that they understand. None of the other women has ever been taken against their will. So I don’t


    understand why it was happening to me.


    Why the monster took pleasure in raping me when his colleagues and henchmen, ording to them,


    find it disgusting to sleep with animals.


    As Iy there with tears running down my face. I wish I could take back the decision I made that day.


    I wish I had just driven home for the holidays instead of running in wolf form. Because that day became


    the start of my torment.