Part 4-Emma

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"Emma, ​​don't look back and don't stop, as long as you have the strength, run as far as you can," her mother, holding her hands, said with her last strength. Emma cried looking at the young woman, whose once golden 9hair was red with blood, as was her body. She was disfigured beyond recognition, and her father was dead, along with Alpha and the other members of the pack, and if anyone survived, it wouldn't be long.

She remembered when she arrived in the pack, together with Elena, an omega from her pack, who had taken care of her since birth, and who, masking Emma's smell as the Alpha in the omega, thus protected the little girl. She was the only child of her parents and they lived together with her grandfather, who was the former Alpha of the Moon Pack, because her father took over the leadership, of course, but when Emma was born, her existence should not have been known because of the prophecy, which is a witch, which Emma's grandfather killed, said on her deathbed. So Emma became an omega, and lived as such for eighteen long years, together with her Elena, another mother.
In the "Shadow Pack", that was the name of her parents' pack, everyone trained to fight, both men and women, and everyone was treated equally, and Omegas. Even though she was trained as an Alpha, nothing could prepare her for what it was waiting for her.
It was one of those nights when the pack went hunting and celebrated with a big barbecue. Of course, Emma helped in the kitchen, as usual, and later joined the celebration together with Elena. There was their not so big pack together with Alfa and Luna, who was pregnant, which was another reason to celebrate. Only when they relaxed with music and socializing, a howl broke out from the forest and by the time they got their bearings, the bodies of those who didn't make it to the shift were already falling around, and the growling of fighters from the pack, in battle with the enemy. While Elena dragged me towards the hiding place, I could clearly see a powerful apparition, in human form, standing far away and looking at me with its gray, cold eyes, which revealed deep hatred. His black hair was half long, and his strong body was moving quickly towards us.
Elena placed me against my will in a secret room in the kitchen, threatening me that I shouldn't go out until after midnight, when I turn 18, because then I'm finally safe, she claimed. I didn't feel safe, nor did I want to remain a coward, hidden while the others fight for me. I grabbed the handle, trying to prevent her from closing the door, but she just looked at me imploringly and whispered; "Forgive me, my Luna", when I felt a strong blow that caused my eyes to turn black. I don't know how long I was curled up in the small room, but the pain that woke me up had nothing to do with my head, but with my heart. I felt as if someone was tearing it from my chest and I could no longer hear my parents in my head, but I still felt the connection with Elena, but it was getting weaker... I screamed to myself, frustrated, and broke the door in the bines, running after Elena's scent . Then I found her...... I've been running for half an hour, but the voices don't stop, I know they're on my heels, and while the tears are pouring down my face, I'm asking the Goddess to give me the strength to endure the midnight and wake up my wolf, Stone, because I needed to shift to my birthday, I don't know why, but probably because I lived as an omega for a very long time. My thoughts did not last long because a strong blow threw me far away, into a tree, and gray eyes looked at me piercingly while strong hands held my neck. "I got you, finally," a deep voice said mockingly. I was shaking, feeling that I was surrounded by only evil, which was radiating from the person in front of me, but my hope was awakened by the Stone I heard in my head. "I wouldn't  if I were you," he laughed, injecting something into my neck.

"Wolfsbane, something that will keep that wolf away, and you alive long enough for me to do things to you that will make you wish I had killed you immediately, but what kind of pleasure would that revenge be?", he got in my face, hitting me. me so hard, that I felt dizzy. The pain I felt was terrible and unbearable, I could not move even though I heard voices around me, until I became aware that I was in a dungeon, chained in the letter x, hanging from the ceiling to the floor, I could only touch it with my toes , which were already bloody. I could hear the screams of other women and girls from my pack, while they were tortured and raped by the savages who captured us enjoying their screams. I was sick, knowing what was waiting for me, but whatever happens, I will not allow anyone the pleasure of breaking me, never, I thought when I saw him in front of the cell door. He was naked. For the first time in my life, I felt true fear, disgust and regret at the same time, knowing what fate awaited me. He opened the door, which wasn't even locked, because Wolfsbane was holding me in chains, and I was no atch for him. He tore the clothes off me in one move, leaving me naked, looking at me lustfully and with hatred. He picked me up and pinned me against the wall, wrapped my legs around him, holding my thighs tightly, when he thrust into me hard, trying to put his whole, big thing inside me, that I was out of breath. Tears automatically blinded me from the pain while his movements were strong and wild, and because of his size he was tearing me from the inside, causing terrible pain in the lower part of my body, as if someone was tearing me alive. I didn't give him the pleasure of screaming, he couldn't hear anything except my painful moans, which made him even more angry and he became even rougher, while his torture and experience on me lasted the whole night, so that I no longer felt either myself or my body .
I was raped in all possible ways, cut all over my body, beaten...
"Get rid of the little bitch, along with the others," I barely heard His disgusting voice, but the smell of his sweat mixed with my blood overpowered it. He was right, it was better  that he had killed  me immediately.


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