The Slave to a Pack

Chapter Five

Wren pulled his legs to his chest, for a useless man without a werewolf, he was surprised that he could still smell her. Megahn. Her scent clung inside his nose and around him that he wanted to cry into the darkness of the room. But a knock interupted him, causing him to bite the inside of his cheek and pull it open. Marine raised her eyebrows and handed him a bugget with soapy water in it.

"Need you to clean up the floor of the hallway in the East wing." She ordered, walking away. She may have been a Mother figure, but she was his boss above all else. Looking at the clock in his room, he sighed, half past eleven. He dragged his feet through the pack house, passing no one but a few house maids, but no one of importance. He used this time, like always, to think about things.

Usually it was why his life was like this - why. But right now, instead of hid circumstances, he could only think of Megahn. He could still smell her, even if he had walked for twenty minutes, had been away from her for hours. She was so pretty, and muscular - her face said princess but her eyes said knight. She was more than one thing, whereas everyone here was just one thing. He was the orphan and Brent was the Alpha. The girl speed walking past him was a submissive.

Wren was nothing. No wolf. No hope. No life. He knew that as soon as Megahn found out about those things she would definitely reject him. If avoiding her meant that in a way, she was still his.

Getting down onto his knees, he started scrubbing at the floor, muddy boot prints and other things clung to the floor. He would scrub until his hands cramped and becamr raw - because he got lost in thought.

Why couldn't he have been normal? He wouldn't mind just having one thing, a wolf. That way instead of seeing him as useless, practically human - he would have something to impress his mate with. He had quickly run away from her, was scared, but he felt it. Even without a wolf, he still felt the mate bond. When she had stared at him with such deep, haunted eyes, he had been entranced - had wanted more. Instead of wanting an end, he wanted more.

He moved the bucket down, rubbed out his hand before starting on a different spot. Spotless - it would be as clean as he had had it this morning, before people had walked all over it. Like him. Scrubbing harshly the sound of the bristles against the tiles was like a familiar song to his ears. Megahn, no one, would ever accept this - who he was - as a mate. He couldn't even accept himself. His Father had been on the wrong side of the war that only just ended - had lost his Mother before and been told and attacked for his Father becoming a rogue.

His mate - was undeniably pretty. Her hazel hair that frizzed from her head, skin lovely and dark. Eyes - such pretty eyes. She had softened, had tried to coax him into staying with her. She tried - probably still tried. No one had ever tried with him before. Brent had almost ruined it, like always, but she had shot him down. He had been scared of her - so had Wren. But to intimidate an Alpha, with no repercussions... it blew Wrens mind. He would never in a million years step up to Brent. Or face him and his Father - the Alpha's.

He had been so caught up in his thoughts, he hadn't heard whoever walked up on him. When someone tapped him on the shoulder his heart lurched, turning around quickly in a snap he had hoped, prayed, for the most absurd thing. He wanted it to be Megahn. But the person who stood before him make his hopeful heart drop into his stomach. Brent. Instantly he was on his feet with his head bowed.

"So you're eighteen now? Do you know what that means birdy?" His voice was low, haunting in the dark, empty hallway. Brent looked like a demon. "Of course you don't. Face the wall." He ordered, Wren jumped -following his command. His hand ached and his vision blurred - this was going to hurt. He had never been alone with the Alpha's son, he always had people with him, to watch and egg him on. This was new - and it terrified him. A moment of silence passed. Suddenly there was a hand on his abdomen and he froze.

No. This can't be happening, after everything he couldn't do this. He had found his mate and had known he loved girls ever since he knew how to walk. Please. No.

"Do you know I love humiliating you." He whispered into Wrens neck, pressing his hard manhood into Wrens backside. He bit back a sob. He wasn't surprised that Brent loved humiliation - that as an Alpha he wanted this. "You're a piece of shit." His hand roughly grabbed his hips, slamming him into the wall. He choked on a whimper.

Stop. He wanted to beg - needed to beg. Anything but this. He hated his body, everywhere Brent touched.

The soon to be Alpha's hand gripped his limp manhood roughly and Wren let out a sharp, painful cry. He squeezed harder - like a child with a toy. The pain was unbearable. Mortification rung through his body as Brent rubbed himself against him.

A laugh from down the hall made Brent let him go, take a step back as Wren pressed his forhead against the cold plaster, silent tears running down his cheeks.

"If you tell anyone, I will kill you." He spat, trudging away to lurk into the dark halls. Wren grabbed his bucket and raced back to the servants quaters. Megahn's scent once filled his nose, had him thinking he had a future - but now it was replaced with Brent and his body burned with being previously touched.

Marine had already gone to bed when he pushed through the door, his legs shaking as he tossed the bucket onto the table and walked right into the shower and scrubbed himself. Disgusting, he felt disgusting. He knew Brent would do it again. And he knew he wasn't going to tell anyone.