My First Transformation 2

Chapter 13: Hostage

Tyler's POV.
Back to the time in the hospital room when Sam appears.

I heard screams and saw a blonde male in a white room. I started to cry. I hate this loud noise. Two specific scents cought my attention, and they somehow calmed me.

The scent of waterfalls and the forest brought my crying to a halt. I sniffed. I was placed in a set of arms that made me angry. It didn't feel like the soft and gentle or the set that was slightly rough and protective. It didn't feel right to be in this set of arms.

I broke out into a fit when the creature took me farther away from the scents from before.

A while later, the rough, gentle, and protective set of arms took me from the creature that took me from it. I buried myself into a warm, hard surface and I fell asleep. A peaceful slumber.

Dominic's POV.
I looked down in time to watch my son close his little brown eyes. He looks like his mother so much. I love them both, and I'll protect them with my life. No matter what.

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Viva's POV.
Two weeks later...
Sam walked into the room where he was keeping me hostage.

There was no windows, and he always locked the door, double checks, and leaves me. Whenever he was stressed he'd used me as a 'toy' to relieve his stress, or he would use me as a punching bag when he got furious.

He growled at me heatedly, stalking over to me. I slumped back in the headrest.

He sat down beside me, taking my hand with his and kissing it. He looked up at me with an evil glint in his eyes, and I shook in pure terror. Sam must have thought I shivered for another reason.

He picked me up, laying me in the middle of the bed. He kissed my mark forcefully, knowing I couldn't do anything when it stung and burned so much, cutting me would be less painful.

I squirmed, and I fought my hardest to get him off. He pulled my shirt off with a smirk, pinning my arms above my head.

"You're mine," Sam grunted.

"You may be my mate, but that doesn't mean I have to love you," I spat back.

"You won't be meaning that much longer."

A wave of unneeded pleasure shot through my stomach. Sam chuckled, his fingers roaming my stomach freely, and I gritted my teeth.

"Fight him, Viva. He's our mate, but I hate his guts for hurting you!" Amber growled in my mind.

"Stop fighting, baby. Let me mark you," Sam said. For some reason I actually like him calling me that name. Pleasure ran through my abdomen. I don't know how much longer I fight this.

"Fight, Viva! Fight him! Fight the bond!"

I-I don't know how much longer I can fight it.

Soft lips pressed kisses down my body.

Fight him, you can't give in, one part of me says.

Don't fight him, give in to his touch, another part says.

Who do you love more? Who would you fight for? Dominic or Samuel?

Sam released my hands which went around his neck by instinct. His fingers unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and they go in my pockets, ripping the clothing off my body.

I can never control my body when he makes it feel like this. So good. Don't think about the sparks. Ignore them. Fight him. Forget the bond. You have a family waiting for you.