The Alpha's Addiction [BXB]

Chapter 15: Trapped

I'm trapped. I'm trapped beneath him. Why is this happening to me? Why does it hurt so much?

Those bright green eyes of his glow with cruelty as he sneers down at me. He likes this. He likes that it hurts me, and that he's the cause of it.

His hand closes around my throat, squeezing so tight my world spins, growing dark for a moment before I find myself alone in a dank, gray room. The toilets. I kneel over the white basin, hurling up what little I was given to eat the day before.

I grip my knees, coughing violently as I try to rid the acidic taste from my mouth. Tears sting my eyes. I know what this means. Morning sickness, nausea, fatigue. I know. Panic overcomes me as I look at my still-flat stomach, dreading what is inevitably to come.

I clench my eyes shut and then I'm suddenly in the omega sleeping quarters. I'm too weak to move. The alphas will probably come soon and beat me for not being up and working. I look down at my swollen stomach in disgust, cursing the thing growing inside of it. Zacan's pup.

No! No no no no! Why does this have to happen to me?! Des is gone, he's dead! Who will I be able to lean on? How will I take care of this pup all on my own? How do I make sure Zacan never finds out it's his?

The room grows dim with shadows, dark miasma seeping down the walls to the floors and surrounding me. Fear courses though my veins, my very soul as the door creaks open, revealing the razor sharp smile and mad, gleaming eyes that haunt me.

"Thought you could run, omega? Think I won't find you? Think I won't punish you for what you did?!"

I scramble back, doing my best to get as far away from Zacan as I can with my limited range of motion. "No. No! Leave me alone!" I beg.

His dark laugh resounds throughout the room, echoing off the walls and vibrating though my being. I'm pressed up against the wall now, no more space for me to evade him. He's advancing closer, his form morphing from humanoid to wolf, canines elongating as his claws shoot out.

He towers over me, beady eyes honing in on my own.

"Do not forget that I. OWN. YOU!!" He roars, snapping his jaw around my neck.

I shoot up, panting as I try to ground myself. I'm covered in sweat, ears ringing with Zacan's threats as my body starts to shake. I'm shivering in my dampened clothes, the sheets not much better. My mouth feels like it's full of cotton, my throat so dry I feel like it will crack if I try to swallow.

"Had a scary dream?" Oliver's voice comes from beside me and I look over to see him rubbing sleep from his eyes. The sight of him fills me with relief and I manage to give him a weak smile.

"I'm all good, baby. Don't worry about it,"

He frowns. "You're lying again, mama. You always say that but you don't look okay!"

My smart, intuitive boy. I lean over and smooth his curls back from his forehead, pressing a kiss to it. "But I'm here with my Oli, now. I feel so much better already,"

He gives in to the affection, cuddling into my side. I stroke a hand over his back, taking this as his letting go of the topic.

As I lay there with him, attempting to go back to sleep, flashes of the dream still linger in my mind. It was a nightmare, yes, but it was made of painful memories that will always be with me. I can only hope I'll succeed in blocking them out one day.

*

"You didn't come to training yesterday,"

I'd been on my way to the schoolhouse to pick Oliver up when Cyrus appeared out of the blue, oh so graciously deciding he would be by personal escort for the short walk.