Hey, I put this up once ages ago, and then took it down again.... I've changed the title now, and this story has a new direction to the one I had planned before. This is my first real story that i've actually put together.
Read, enjoy (hopefully), comment and vote (please)..... Also feedback would really be helpful. Thanks :)
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Jasmine flung her matted old school bag on her mattress in frustration. She didn’t understand why Luke couldn’t leave her alone, she had tried everything. Every time that she had tried to hide, he got his little crew to play their little game ‘hunt jazzy’. It drove her insane how much she hated that nickname he had given her years ago.
They soon found her hiding in the library where she had taken refuge thinking they would never find her as she doubted any of them had ever opened a book, or even knew how to read. Just as she tucked herself into a small corner with her new book that she had been looking forward to reading, they appeared making any werewolves in the library run out in terror. Luke approached her and grabbed at her book, ripping pages out slowly, but never losing eye contact with her. As the final page fell she could see hate and amusement in his eyes as he stared straight at her daring her to utter a sound in protest, her own green eyes were glazed with unshed tears as she bit down on her lip to stop the protests that lay on the tip of her tongue. She knew her own eyes showed a mixture of hurt and were full of unanswered questions as to why he had formed this daily hate ritual for her and when it would stop.
As she lay now on her back, wishing she was brave enough to stop him, she heard light footsteps coming up the attic stairs; this was unusual as she did not recall the last time she had heard any person’s presence so near her so called bedroom. Her room consisted of a broken desk that had bricks for legs and an old mattress that was more uncomfortable then the bare wooden floor on which she chose to lay on instead.
As the footstep came closer, Jasmine sat up on her bed and held her breath listening, the steps stopped outside her door, and she could hear a werewolf’s heartbeat from behind the wooden door frame. Her own heart quickened, she had a bad feeling that was stirring at the pit of her stomach. Her eyes zoned in on the handle of the door as it slowly twisted and revealed a broad outline of her alpha.
“A...Alpha Derrick” she strutted nervously, already knowing that if the alpha had brought himself up here, it was a sign that something painfully awful was about to take place, and she would be on the receiving end of that pain. Her wolf whispered to her frantically to escape, even though they both knew that it was not possible.
“My, my Jasmine you seem more stunning every time I lay my eyes on you, and trust me pumpkin my eyes have been all over you recently” Derrick drawled out slowly as he slid further into the room, the words had the same effect on her as dirty, cold slime sliding down her back, it made her shudder in disgust.
“With all due respect Alpha, I've had a long trying day at school and would really like to finish my homework and call it a night. So is there something I could help you with?" She questioned letting her voice turn cold. She may put up with a lot of abuse, but when it came to any pack member looking at her like the Alpha was at the moment, that is where she drew the line. Mostly she was shocked that he was even trying this slimy routine with her, after all she had witnessed it play out with a handful of other pack girls and it always ended the same, once he got what he wanted they were dropped faster than a hot potato.
She saw as the alpha’s eyes suddenly turned into a tempest of anger, the colour changing from the crystal blue to a dark ferocious black that looked downright creepy. Now a new set of shivers crept along her spine, as the smell of fear filled the air around her. She could now see that his wolf was in control, as he stalked towards her with a cruel smile and an evil glint in his eye.
“Who do you think you are?” he questioned in a harsh snarl that made her heart jump. “I am your alpha, and you will submit to me as I please, especially since I have been clothing your slutty little body and feeding it. In a way you can say that I have every right to it because I own you bitch.” he put emphasis on the last three words, as he grabbed her arms and pushed her down flat onto the mattress, pressing his hard arousal against her core.
Her body withered under his weight, as she tried to push him off, helpless whimpers escaping her lips as she felt him making light work of her clothing. He smiled down at her as he watched the silent tears pour down her face; she had stopped struggling now, and lay there in all her beauty. As he looked down into her eyes he saw all hope of escape dying, “please stop” she breathed out in pain and anguish.
“Stop pumpkin?” he asked in an amused tone, “but the fun has just started” he laughed as he licked her soft smooth skin on her neck.
After he left, she lay there numb with pain and shock. Outside she could hear the roar of the storm that was raging on. Slowly her limbs came back to life, and in a trance like state she moved, packing what little she had and sneaking out of the house.
She had never called it a home, for her it had been her personal prison, and tonight it turned into her personal hell. Still silent tears rolled down her cheeks, she tried not to think about the goings on that had taken place an hour ago. She tried not to relive the filthy things he did to her and the way he had laughed and then grunted in pleasure as she screamed in pain, begging him to stop, begging him to leave.
She trudged through the rain until she reached the end of his territory, she was glad for the storm as it covered her scent, not that they would come looking for her. As she entered new land, she phased into her chocolate brown wolf, and she ran, she ran to feel the wind in her fur, she ran for the pleasure it bought her wolf, but mostly she ran to forget. In her wolf form, her human memories seemed a mere nightmare, and for that she was glad. She stopped forming any thought and ran from her past, hoping she would have never look back again.
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Thats all i got so far, please comment, and i would love some feedback, but try not to be too harsh.... Thanks :)
