The Wolf In The Moon (BoyxBoy/MPreg) UNDER EDITING

Put Your Arms Around Me And I'm Home - Xander Pierce

I couldn't tell where I was. I was surrounded my nothingness, the darkness my friend, the silence my comfort.

I knew not how many days had passed nor whether days or months had passed. Every second seemed like an hour and every hour was as if a week had passed.

At first I had strongly clutched to the hope that my parents would forgive me and rescue me but as time went on and the days flew past, my hope slowly diminished.

The torture as well seemed more frequent as time went on. I barely struggling to keep living. My body couldn't handle all this new found pressure.

My posture slumped to the side and my eyes were closing fast.

I felt a kick to my side and my eyes opened halfway. I took shallow breaths in, my chest aching with each labored breath.

My whole body hurt, the extent of the damage was unknown to me.

"You're still alive, little prince?"

"What else do I have to do? Won't you just let me go?" I whispered.

"Let you go?" He snickered, I felt his hand on my thigh and I jerked back from his touch. "That's not an option."

"Then just kill me! Put me out of my misery!" I spat at him.

It was silent for a minute before my face, was flung to the side by a punch. I fell to the ground on my side.

"Don't raise your voice at me!" I cowered on the floor. "Plus I need you alive in order to threaten your father. Show him that you're being beaten and abused because he's taking too long to get here."

He paused before continuing. "So he has no one but himself to blame if you die. And at that point he'll probably separate himself from Henson. Then that would be my chance to go in and coax him back to the mafia."

In my head I was saying how this was a stupid plan but I never dared to say it out. I didn't want to be hit anymore.

Right now, I could totally use Killion (how wolf) coming to my rescue right about now but I was too weak.

"But don't worry. If everything goes according to my plan and you obey me then you won't die and you'll be free."

"You're a psychopath." I snarled.

"Why, thank you." He laughed before his laughter faded from the room. He seemed to have left.

He soon left the room and I was left on the floor. The coldness of the floor my comfort.

For the first time in seventeen years, I cried. I laid there and cried my heart out. I cried about any and everything I thought was worth crying about, the fact that I was blind, that I was crippled, that I would possibly die in this room and lastly that I would die and never find a mate or someone to love me. 

Before I knew it I had fallen asleep.

When I awoke I felt myself being carried and I immediately panicked.  "Put me down!" 

The hands held me closer to their chest, in order to restrict my movements. "It's ok, Xander. It's me."

I stopped resisting and tears stung my eyes as I recognized the voice.  It was Darius. 

"You came." I whispered. The tear breaking free and sliding down my cheek. "You care."

"Of course I do and I always will." 

Darius stopped walking.  I turned my gaze up, in the direction I assumed his face was. 

"Stay real close to me ok?"

"Darius, you're holding me to your chest where else can I go?" I chuckled slightly. 

"I'm being serious Xander." I could hear the seriousness in his voice so I nodded and grasped a handful of his shirt, burying my face in his chest next to me hand. 

He continued walking and as we got closer to where ever he was going, gun shot noises got louder and louder. 

Soon we were in the midst of it. Gun shots, screams and loud curses filled my ears. I tried to bury myself further into Darius's chest even though that was physically impossible. 

He then started to run, further and further until the sounds were distant noises. Darius started to slow down to a walk.

"Are you..."

He trailed off when a twig snapped to our right. He let me down and put me on the ground behind him. I sat down in the dirt gripping his shirt as he knelt in front of me.

"Hand him over." I recognized that voice, the man who kidnapped me. 

"Over my dead body." Darius snarled. 

The man laughed. "That could easily be arranged." 

More footsteps joined us. "Leave my son alone Fabio." My father snarled. 

A small smile forced it's way unto my face. My father still came to find me, even though I was being a little brat, he still cared. 

"Hello, Cousin. It's nice to see you again."

Cousin? My father was related to a mafia member?

"Shut up Fabio!" 

"Ouch! Still harsh as ever Dear Alex." 

"You better run."

"Wait...what are you..." Before he could finish, there was a loud scream and gun shots. My father cursed under his breath. Fabio's presence was replaced by the strong smell of blood. 

"Let's go." Darius said picking me up again. "You think you can make it all the way back to the Pack house Alpha?" 

"It's burning like a bitch but I should be fine until we arrive." 

I buried myself once again into Darius's shirt. His scent assaulting my nose but also providing me with comfort. I felt safe with him, protected, I felt....wanted. 

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