Under The Full Moon (Ziam Abo)

CHAPTER 18

Here's the next chapter. I'm genuinely sorry for the beginning of the chap, and it was really hard to write. It mentions sexual assault and abuse. Do skip it if it's get too much yeah?

Please be careful and skip it if you want, loves.

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Liam thrashes and kicks his legs, anything to get away. He'd never give in even if his life depended on it, and now it literally did. But he can't imagine having Deaton has his mate. This cruel, heartless monster would be his life partner and every fiber in his body screams against it.

"Who is that gave you this phone?" Deaton questions as he pins Liam's arms down, all of Liam's efforts going in vain.

"You fucking wish I'd tell you" Liam spat and Deaton grits his teeth.

"If I find it out myself, it won't end well" Deaton warns, tightening his hold and it fucking hurts. Having Deaton's weight on top of him, seeing his angry face and rage to make Liam his, its all too much.

"Have fun trying to catch him" Liam says and brings up his knee hard up Deaton's stomach and hears the Alpha growl in pain. Before Liam can scramble away, his limbs uncoordinated in panic and terror, Deaton's raising again, his eyes so murderous that he's never seen him this mad before. It happens too fast, the events within next minute. Deaton is pouncing on Liam, at the same time the Omega grabs what his hand could reach and hits the Alpha hard on the head.

Glass shatters, scattering around them like crystal shower while the Alpha yells in pain. For a moment, Liam sits there, watching with a trembling hand holding the broken lamp and thudding heart as the Alpha clenches his bleeding head with another growl pain. Deaton staggers away from the bed and towards the night stand filled with lit up candles, growling and groaning in pain. He knocks down the candles he had lit (before telling Liam this is going to be a long night and there won't ever be a need for Liam to escape anymore) and growls again. And that's it. Liam had acted rashly once the torture began.

Liam scrambles away from the bed and runs into the bathroom. There's a hidden bag he'd already packed, expecting notice from Louis anytime for his future escape. He grabs the bag and runs. There's no one around, because they need to be alone when Liam hits his arousal and make every Alpha go insane with lust. Deaton didn't want it, so he made sure they are alone in the whole mansion.

Liam runs down the familiar halls, gasping and trembling, his bare foot steps echoing along with his every staggered breadth. His hands and shirt is dotted with blood, Deaton's blood. He feels his eyes sting with tears, because he knows. Deaton might be dying right now and that monster deserves it too. But why should it be Liam who murders him? Even if it was self protection, what different does it make?

Liam makes it down the hall and Deaton's not following him. There's smell of smoke filling the air and Liam gasps as he runs breathlessly. He only pauses when he sees the metal locked door, and he's all too familiar with it. He'd seen it with his own eyes at how horrifying it would be to dragged in and be locked in that room and wait for your fate. Its still locked, which means...

Liam glances behind him and he didn't need to check. He had hit Deaton pretty hard and that Alpha would be a miraculous psychopath if he managed to follow Liam. He glances at the main door then, which means freedom. He doesn't have to care about anyone else; he can just run without a backward glance but....

He clenches his eyes shut and groans to himself. Fuck it if he gets caught again, but it's worth the risk. With a deep breath in, he unlocks it and pushes open the heavy door with all his might. When he does, so many pair of startled, scared eyes stares at him.