Alpha's Little Secret

Chapter 19| No More Secrets

Drake's Flashback

* I could hear his footsteps. The weight and power in them as he inched closer to my room. I had purposely locked my room this time, hoping that it would be enough to keep him out. Hoping that he'd somehow understand that I didn't want him here. The pain he caused was worse than any heat I'd ever have and the vile feeling he'd leave me with afterwards left me void of everything. I was just a husk of my former self.

When my doorknob giggled, I whimpered in fear, quickly covering myself in blankets. There was nothing else I could do. I was trapped within my own room. The place I was supposed to be the safest had turned into the most dangerous place in the world.

"Open the door Drake!" Nikolai yelled. The sound of his voice and his fist hitting my door shook every last breath out of me. I was to afraid to move. I knew what and who he was. I knew what he'd do to me for disobeying him.

"Drake! Open the damn door!" He demanded. I could hear the seams of the door cracking the frame as Nikolai through his body against it. With each crack my heart skipped a beat.

With one last push the door came off it's henges crashing to the floor. I flinched hard, falling off my bed in an attempt to run, despite the fact that I couldn't even stand at this point. I was to weak. I was to far in and running away was impossible.

"I thought I told you the last time to keep your fucking door open for me!" Nikolai growled while grabbing me by the ankle and pulling me the center of my room. I automatically pulled my legs to my chest and hid my face within my arms when he let go. I knew it wasn't enough to stop him. Nothing ever was.

"Your not a child anymore Drake, so stop acting like one." I was thrown into the deep end with no warning about my heats. I didn't know they'd come this early. I thought I had more time, but I was obviously mistaken. I was just a vulnerable boy who didn't understand why he deserved this. What did I do wrong?

When I felt his hands touch me I always stopped fighting. There was no point. He was much stronger than me and fighting him would just prolong the inevitable.

"I thought..."

I felt his fist slam against my stomach, pushing the air out of my lungs. I heaved over slightly, groaning at the pain shooting though me.

"-I told you..."

He picked me up by the shirt and threw me back onto my bed. I laid there gasping for air as my eyes watched the monster in front of me take it's true form. His dark beady eyes looking over me with pure rage and lust.

"-to prepare yourself this time. You're a mess!"

I felt the back of his hand slap me clean across the face. I fell to my side, holding onto my face in hopes that he hadn't done to much damage.

The sound of his belt hitting the floor caused me to flinch and look up. I knew what came next. I could deal with being hit and tormented, but this...I could never take it. I never wanted it. Even in heat my body never reacted to his. The stench of his musty scent never turned me on. We weren't a match, yet still I was being forced into this. No one cared that this was happening. No once cared about what I wanted.

The first few times I screamed, only to be silenced by fist and hands. No matter how many times it happened, I never got used to it. The screaming stop, but the feeling had built a brick house and stayed.

I laid completely still as he did whatever he wanted to me. Moving would just make it worse. So I laid there and took it with my only reaction being the tears that had stained my face long ago.