Obey.

3 Hayley

His face loomed over me.
"Caught ya," he hissed as I gasped awake. Hunter's lips pulled back in a snarl as I immediately tried to push him off of me. "Be a good girl Hayley, this will only hurt worse if you struggle," he had an iron grip on my wrists as he pinned me to the bed, his hot breath coming out heavily as he sniffed my neck. He held both my wrists with one hand as the other started to touch me all over, sliding down my body roughly. He paused to twist one of my nipples painfully.
With a small cry I head butted him, my forehead busting against his mouth. "I said obey bitch!" He commanded with blood dropping down his chin.
My very being froze at the command.
No! Impossible, I was no longer this weak... No.
"That's right," he chuckled with blood still running down his lips as I froze underneath him. "Such a good little bitch," he cooed to me like I was his pet who didn't understand his words but would react to his soft sweet tone.
I tried to form words but it was as if all the fight was gone from me with that one simple word.
Damn him. His grey eyes flashed in triumph as he started unbuckling his pants.
A stream of warm tears flowed freely down my face as I could only watch in horror as he pressed his half naked body close to mine, forcing my legs to open wider, reaching in between our bodies, he ripped my underwear and it took all but a millisecond for him to slip inside of me. The moment he started moving and panting above me, I looked away, staring off at the wall, I dissociated in that moment, drawing into myself, blanking my mind of any thoughts only ones of someone bursting into the room and demanding what was going on played over and over, it was my happy place, you could say.
An eternity later, he was done as he collapsed on top of me. When his cheek pressed against mine, he pulled back with a chuckle. A damn chuckle and said, "I can still feel the tears running down your face."
I sniffled, feeling defeated as he leaned back in and growled, "mine," before tearing into my neck with his sharp canine fangs. A spray of hot blood hit my face as I screamed.

"Wake up! Hayley!" I blinked, still sobbing as I looked up at Cayden; who had scratch marks all over his face and now held my wrists in a tight grip.
Gasping, I yanked away, scrambling until I was falling off the bed, hitting the ground, I rolled over and shot out the room.
And then I froze as my thoughts caught up to me.
Just a bad dream wrapped in a horrible memory. And Cayden had tried waking me, only for me to fight him. With a defeated sigh, my shoulders sagged as Cayden caught up to me.
"Hey it's ok," he said in a soft tone as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me into a tight hug.
"I hurt you," I sobbed into his chest.
He stroked my hair and gave me a kiss on my forehead. "You were afraid and felt threatened, so you attacked. I wouldn't want it any other way. Even if I have to walk around looking like I lost a fight with an alley cat," he stated as if he were actually proud of me for clawing him up.
I giggled as I imaged that before I sucked in a shaky breath.  "I hate him. But not as much as I hate myself," I admitted. Cayden stayed quiet. Usually after a bad dream slash memory, after calming me down when I woke up, I wouldn't talk about it, by now I would have pulled away from him and gone to taken a long hot shower as I scrubbed my skin raw, feeling as if i wanted to just leave my body, replace it somehow with a new untouched untainted one. Feeling trapped inside of a used up shell. But then I had been in a shipping container trapped and left to wonder if I would ever get the chance to talk to Cayden again. And I wanted to tell him everything and experience everything with him as if there were a time limit. Because the way Hunter was living up to his name, made me think we were running out of time together.
"I hate what I allowed to happen to me. I hate how I valued staying alive above my sanity, above my self respect."
Cayden pulled back to look me deep in my eyes as if he's trying to peer into my very soul. "Hayley, you believe you were the weak one, but he is the coward, the sick twisted bastard, he lured you in with a false face, then forced you to submit using trickery and pain. No matter how strong a person is, mentally and physically, they can still find themselves a victim to another. It doesn't reflect badly on them. If you met a girl who was in your situation would you be disgusted with her? Would you think she's not fighting hard enough? Would you put even an ounce of blame on her?"
I shook my head as I sighed. He was right of course, but that didn't stop the little voice in my head.
"Stop being so hard on yourself. If the world were a better place, being young and dumb or trusting the wrong person or walking down a dark street alone or even getting drunk at a frat party wouldn't end with a heinous act. But the world is shit filled with shit people. And that blame should never rest on your shoulders, my love."
I softened at the word love. He meant it. He cared for me, looked after me, made me a better person.
"Cayden, if I hadn't met you" I threw my arms around him.
"If you hadn't met me you'd get to a point where you wouldn't be able to take the abuse any longer. You would have plotted and fought back. There's a warrior inside of you, Hayley never doubt that."
"Sure," I rolled my eyes but I felt ten times lighter inside. "But thank you, I'm not sure if I ever did," I kissed his cheek before pulling away, still too shaken from the nightmare to do more physical contact than we were. Not wanting to do anything to taint what we had with nightmares of the past.
"Don't thank someone for being a decent person Hayley, for doing what everyone else around you should have done," he chastised me with a slight frown that made me roll my eyes again. I knew his annoyance came from me not feeling as if I deserved a stranger to step in to help me.
"So first night in Germany, I would say it was a success, but..." I trailed off bitterly as I turned to walk back into our room, inside of our new home we rented under false names. "Gonna take a shower. Don't wait for me to eat breakfast it's gonna be a minute."
"Love you!" He called after me, I would have repeated it but I was already shutting the bathroom door. A tremor ran through my body as the nightmare tried to stay inside of my head.
"Go away," I hissed as I flicked on the hot water. "Never again, never again," I repeated to myself for a full fifteen minutes before I felt as if my memories were pulling back behind a locked door that they had spilled out of. Once again locked deep inside my mind, away from the surface. I could almost pretend sometimes none of it was real.
Would today be the day I turned into an alpha? Will it be the day Hunter's obsessed ass catches me? Is there a chance Cayden will realize he was way over his head and abandons me?
Stay tuned, on the fucked up show, thats my life.
"You hit like a girl," Cayden taunted with a smirk as I glared at him.
"You truly know what to say to make me want to lay your ass out, is that your goal here?"
He shrugged as we circled each other. "You hesitate before making a brutal blow, I want you to be satisfied with beating me down, I'm strong you know, I can take it; you couldn't hurt me if you tried, not with those baby fists."
I gasped; my mouth nearly dropping open before I shook my head with a laugh, "when these baby fists uppercut you and knock you out cold, how embarrassed will you be?" He laughed and being a sore loser and massive cheater that I was, I used the opening to launch myself at him. He had no time to react as I slammed us to the floor and grabbed him by the throat lightly as I tapped him in the head with my fighting stick. "Dead," I smirked down at him, a smile was still on his face as he rolled his eyes.
"You kill like a girl too."
Gasping, I dropped the stick and swatted at his shoulder. "You're so horrible. Let me have one moment," I laughed as he rolled us over. Giving me a quick kiss on the forehead before rolling off of me and pulling me up with him.
"I'm thinking of making us dinner tonight," Cayden said causally as we headed upstairs, having been in the basement that we turned into a gym. Nothing special just a few mats and fighting staffs.
"You say that as if you don't always make us dinner. I'm starting to think I'm extremely bad at it," I commented.
"Oh no! I quite enjoyed that meal you made last time," his tone was dripping in sarcasm. "Strawberry shortcakes. Some would say it's hardly a dinner but not in this household," his tone had me nearly doubling over in laughter. I remembered the look on his face when I had presented four strawberry shortcakes after offering to make dinner.
"Okay okay, so snacks aren't dinner." I stuck my tongue out at him as we came into the kitchen. Dropping down, I sat at the table and watched him as he started opening the fridge.
"How is it possible?" I wondered aloud as Cayden squinted at the cookbook in front of him. "How does he keep finding us?"
Cayden shrugged. "Networking with other wolves and his parents money probably helps. "But Don't worry, he's not that connected and rich that he'll be able to find us everywhere. We'll be safe in Germany for a few years."
How ridiculous. It was absurd. And I was getting sick of it. It hit me that Hunter was never going to give up. I thought if we kept running he'd get bored. But that wasn't happening.
"We need to face him head on: go to him," I banged my fist against the table and Cayden leaned against the counter, dinner forgotten as he faced me. I nodded to myself. "We have to go back." I couldn't hide out anymore. "We have to kill him."
"Ok," Cayden agreed. I expected a fight.
"Ok?"
"Yeah," he came to sit down in front of me. "I'm sick of running. We've been training for months. You're ready to kick ass babe," he grinned at me. "While he has all his hired help running around finding us, we'll be making a home visit."
I grinned. But my heart was going wild. Would I freeze when I saw his face? Would a panic attack overtake me? But none of that mattered.
"No more running?" I asked, wanting to get to a point where I wasn't always looking over my shoulder.
"No more running," he agreed. "We take him out, we move on, and do what we've always wanted."
"Liberating omegas?" I grinned; feeling an uneasy feeling settling over me from discussing the future. I hadn't thought about my future in so long. My goals and plans. My life has been consumed by one simple thing and that's surviving Hunter. While I was with him and while I'm away from him.
He left me with no choice. He should have let go, shouldn't have tried to force me back.
I wouldn't have bothered him, all I wanted was my freedom. But now he's backed me into a wall and given me one choice.
To kill him. And take what I deserved.
I wanted to begin my life again. And I wouldn't let him stand in the way of that.

Be seen in Germany. Check. Fly back to America. Check. Run back into the arms of the enemy-
"There he is," Cayden spoke softly, covered in mud from head to toe, to mask his scent and so was I. It was starting to cake and soon it wouldn't help too much, one strong blow of the wind and that was it, Hunter would know we were here.
I nearly vomited as I saw Hunter for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. And yet it was like yesterday as I stared at him as he jumped out his car and went into his mansion that showed no sign of fire damage. But of course not, how many times did I use to tear up the bedroom I was jailed in, only for it to be completely back to normal before Hunter came home.
I was glad Cayden suggested the first time I looked at him I should be in wolf form. Wolves didn't have panic attacks, I realized and agreed.
But to kill Hunter, I would have to actually face him head on. But still, I would allow myself this one small weakness. Next time, I would stand on two feet like Cayden.
"Ok, let's head back to the safe house, we've confirmed he's here," Cayden stated before shifting back into wolf form also. We raced away.
Getting back to the safe house, I rushed to the bathroom and did vomit. My mind had been racing and had turned very dark after just that one small glance Hunter's way. Wolves couldn't have panic attacks, but apparently werewolves could. All that anxiety stayed trapped inside of me and burst out the moment I shifted.
"It's ok," Cayden said tenderly as he stroked my back. "That was only a test run if you will."
I barked out a bitter laugh. "Can we please just spend the rest of the day working more on the mental shit please?"
"Mental therapy," he corrected as he led me to a large mirror in the bedroom to face myself. "Go ahead, I'm going to go pick up lunch for us after a quick shower." I nodded and squared my shoulders. Cayden turned but stopped before turning back to me. It felt as if we were magnets drawn together we clung to each other. I laid my head on his chest as he squeezed me so hard it felt as if he were trying to merge our bodies.
"I'll be ok," I promised. He nodded, sighed before going back into the bathroom, I heard the shower being turned on. 
Turning to face the mirror, the first time I had done this I felt like a fool. But now it brought me comfort. Staring into my eyes that looked crazed and bloodshot, narrowing them down to look at myself in hatred at my weakness, I watched as my lips open to speak before putting all of my focus solely on my eyes. I looked deeply into them, getting lost in myself. Cayden wanted me to repeat a mantra, saying over and over that I was strong and worthy but I had changed what I wanted to say months ago, it felt more right.
"Who are you? Who do you want to be?" I hissed at myself. "Weak? Pathetic? No!" I growled out. "You are more than a punching bag. You are a predator who sees in the dark and runs faster than the wind, so toughen up," I pointed a finger at the mirror. "Get your fucking shit together and take that fucker down." Hearing the shower water turn off, I switched up my words. "You are strong. You are brave. Your ass looks good in those jeans," I joked to myself as Cayden walked in with a grin.
I see you feel better," he threw an extra towel at me. "I'll be gone when you get out," he said mournfully. "But not for long."
"Not for long," I repeated and it felt as if there was an unspoken promise there..
Cayden was correct. By the time I got out the shower, he was gone. I quickly changed into a pair of sweats and a tight fitted tank top. My heart was nearly pounding in my ears and I felt the danger coming. Could feel how close I was to being back in the abusive arms of Hunter. He truly believed I was his property and wouldn't stop until I was returned to him. I would return all right and cut those arms straight off.
I huffed a breath as I once again faced the mirror and tied my hair up into a bun.
Closing my eyes, I whispered, "It will be alright."
"No," a bitter laugh startled me. "It wont." My heart went into overdrive as I nearly choked, but I kept my expression blank. Too many times staring in the mirror, watching every emotion and covering up them, I wouldn't let him break my façade now.
My eyes popped open to meet Hunter's grey eyes in the mirror. I breathed in through my nose and held my chin high, refusing to look down or away.
"You," I sneered bravely and he blinked in surprise. No doubt thinking I was still as weak as I was when I left him. Turning away from the mirror, I faced him head on as he combed a hand through his blond hair that had grown out, nearly covering his eyes.
"You came back to me?" Hunter cocked his head as he sniffed the air before his expression turned dark. "No, you came back with him," he sneered.
I squared my shoulders, refusing to look away or even blink. "We came to kill you, you fucking sick bastard," I spat at his feet.
His eyes became crazed as mine had been earlier and he lunged.
All that training. All that preparing. It was time to see if it paid off.