The Pack House

Charlie's POV Part 2

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I felt numb as I returned to the loft and got back into the bed.

I sat there, hand running over the Mark in utter disbelief. Why would he do that? To torture me? But he would torture himself as well... He had bound himself to me forever!

Why?

I laid there until Raven's return. The fear was different. More haunting. Worse. Before there was always the question of if I'd make it out alive or when Raven would grow bored and allow me to go back. Now I knew the answer to both: never.

The torture would never end.

The pain would never cease.

"I got a deer," his voice reached me with ease. Cold chills ran up my spine. "Come down and help me dress it."

Sometimes, when he knew I was utterly starved, he would make me do it. Sometimes under his hawk like gaze so he knew I wouldn't dare put a morsel in my mouth. The whole time I crouched there, stomach in agony, loud enough to be hear, he would watch me and stroke his hard on--getting off on my pain. Other times he would purposely disappear long enough for me to think I could get away with eating just a bit. Then he would beat me.

I had no idea what he was intending for this round but the smell of a fresh kill was making my stomach growl and mouth water.

I took the stairs slowly, trying to get a feel for the situation. The deer was frail. The meat would be tough and there was hardly enough to feed me, an Omega properly, much less a Warrior like Raven. And he intended to share?

Or maybe it was part of this new game? My hand almost reached for the Mark but I stopped myself. He hadn't brought it up yet--I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of me finding out. I didn't want him to see how devastated I was.

Raven had slit it open and pulled out the organs. Hot fresh blood pooled on the stained wooden floor as he knelt, and he presented the liver in a proud way. "I saw you eating liver once--thought you might like this one."

Organs were almost always tossed aside in camp. Omegas scarfed down whatever we found--it didn't mean we liked it. But food was food. I reached for it stupidly and he pulled back. A cruel smiled appeared before it drifted away, replaced with angry frustration. "Just...skin the damn thing."

He threw the knife down, the tip stuck in the floor. I took the cold metal handle and dislodged, beginning the monotonous task of skimming it. The layer was fat was practically non-existent which made the separation even harder as I severed the web-like tissue holding the skin to the meat. "Don't make it take all day."

Raven was in his chair, glaring down at me.

I assumed he weird niceness had run its course and his usual behavior was making its return.

I moved quicker.

Once on side was exposed he kicked his foot at the air in front of me. I scrambled back, almost ending up in the hot coals in the fireplace. "You're going to burn yourself you stupid bitch!"

He grabbed my arm and hoisted me up to face level. His flat black eyes were riddled with uncertainty as they met my blue orbs. He cast away suddenly, my butt hitting the floor hard, my elbow striking the wooden paneling on the wall. I glanced up nervously at Raven who was cutting strips of meat from the hind leg.

He gave me a bloody sneer as he gnawed on the meat. The organs looked enticing as usual as I thought about ways I could inch in and grab some. Not even the intestines stood below my culinary allowances. If I was starving my stomach would have been churning as the thought, but not everything looked appetizing. "I don't wanna be stared st while I eat," growled Raven. "Throw some wood on the fire."

I looked at the small pile of logs and got up timidly. That familiar lightheadedness hit and cleared slowly as I obeyed him. The starvation and dehydration were reaching higher levels. "Did you rest?"

The genuine care in the statement was cause if recoil. He had just been snapping at me--did he care of was this part of the demented torture? "Yes," my voice was faint and softs

"Good." Replied Raven shortly. "You needed it. You were really weak. You almost died:"

"Almost."

"You can thank me anytime," he replied coming cockily. "Seen your shoulder yet?"

I felt sick--and it had nothing to do with how hungry I was. "Why?" My tone came out strangled. "What made you think--"

Raven glared. "You were going to die. It the only option to save your life. Just know I regret it already."

"So reject me."

Raven cringed. I'd never seen him wince before--it was weird. "Shut up Charlie. I'll do as I like with my mate."

"You don't even like me." I choked out. Salty tears ran down my face as I broke down.

Raven grinned triumphantly. "You're right: but I know how much you hate this."

"I hate you," I hissed.

But it hurt to say it. It hurt even more to know I didn't mean it. He had hurt me. He didn't deserve for me to feel this way. Raven looked furious. "I think it's about time for me to settle down. Besides, you have your use."

"Raping me?" I spit furiously.

"Please--I've got your little friend for that. He's quite the bleeder too. And the set of lungs he's got him." Raven whistled and smiled wolfishly. "He can take my whole hand."

I gagged. "You're a pig."

"Am I?" Raven sneered. "What kind of mate says such rude, disrespectful things?"

"A mate who rejects you."

His eyes flashed. "You don't have the power. Only the dominate one in the relationship can reject the other. And I'm not ever letting you go--not after your little hissy fit back there."

Hissy fit? I was livid--how dare he do this? "You son of a bitch--"

He slapped me. The sting silenced me and my eyes watered dangerously. Raven scowled. "You best learn some respect Charlie. Before the Blue Moon comes."

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