Finding the Alpha(Abandoned)

Used

There will be a bit of non-consent. And also a portion is from Myles's POV. Enjoy :D

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It was too soon before the night terrors came. I had only fallen asleep seconds before- at least that's what it felt like. Not a moment of peace for my damaged mind. There was only one figure. A woman. She shook me hard, asking why was I so stupid, careless, useless? I only gaped at her, she was so familiar... Then her features made sense- they bloomed red and purple, her stomach growing, she grew tired in the face. My mother.

She cried bloody tears and held her stomach for a moment. I felt sorry for her, I sympathized- her and I had gone through the same trauma. But I had not gotten pregnant from it. She carried a burden. The burden was me.

My mother turned her face down to stare at her stomach. Then she hit it. And again.

I felt my face swelling because as she hit her stomach, I felt the blows to my body. She punched again and my leg gave out. I crumbled to the ground as she continued. I screamed at her to stop but she wouldn't. I didn't cry, I understood why she didn't want me but I was already born, it was too late...

I was lightly slapped in the face. In the real world.

I jolted up form my damp corner. The night terror dissipated. I turned to see Myles looking very worried.

"You were yelling and spasming. Bad dream?" He asked.

"I'm fine." I pushed him away from me. He was too close.

The metal door clanked as someone opened it. We both looked to it. A man with a deep red scar across his neck stood in the dim light from the doorway. "How's everyone in here then uh?" He had a southern accent. He scratched his scar and looked us over. "Which one of you's wants to have a tea party with me and the guys?" He smiled evilly and narrowed his eyes at me. "You're sure girly for a guy. Pro'ly already gay, why don't you give some ah that tail to some real men?" He grabbed his crotch and hip thrust.

"You don't want him." Myles spoke up. "He's already used and gross. Not tight you know." Myles winked at him and turned to me with a sneer. "Probably disease ridden."

The words stung. I hadn't even given a clue as to my assault but I guess he could smell 'used' on me. I open my mouth to say something before I stopped. He was doing it on purpose. He was trying to keep me from being discovered. If they found out I was a girl, I would probably end up like my mother...

Myles got up and sauntered over to the southerner and lightly placed a hand on his chest, "I like lots of sugar with my tea." He said in a sickly sweet voice.

The Southerner came in further to the cell and hit me hard on the temple. "Don't want yuh getting away while he have some tea." He snickered. In my blurry vision the Southerner grabbed Myles's arm and dragged him away, closing the door with a loud clank.

I slowly felt my consciousness leaving me.

-+Myles's POV+-

The scarred man took me down the cement hallways. We winded around corners until we came to a large room containing a table scattered with food. Many rouges, a dozen or so, were seated at the table. They turned towards me and smiled, it made my stomach flip. Why did I do this? Why am I so at ease with being used?

To keep her safe. No matter how far she wants to push me away, I'll protect her. I may be her mission but she's my mission now. I will keep her safe.

The Southerner took me to the end of the table and turned me to face him. "Ready fuh tea time?" He pressed my shoulders and I bent to my knees. "Get ready boy. Yer about tuh get ah taste of ah real man."

He unzipped his pants and forced his member at me. I turned my head but it didn't help, there was another waiting. I had to do it. I had to. Or else they would go after her, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if they hurt her.

As I opened my mouth and tasted the sweat and grime, I realized I didn't know her name. She had never said it. I was allowing myself to be used to save a girl I knew nothing about, not even her name.

They took turns with my mouth until they were ready. They put me on the table, lying on my stomach. They took my pants and... Pain. So much pain my vision went black and I white knuckled the table.

They took turns again, not caring about hygiene of any kind and freely unloading anywhere they pleased. I passed out after the third one.

I woke up as the last one took the liberty of unloading onto my face. I kept in tears that threatened to overwhelm me. I am an Alpha, Alphas do not cry. I need to be strong.

They took me back to the cell where I was thrown on the floor. She was there, waiting patiently it seemed. Her grimy face didn't look at me with disgust like I thought she would, only sympathy. She... She knew my pain... She...

I felt my eyes grow heavy and I passed out.

I updated early because its reached a critical part. Hope you are still entertained even through the rough parts.

-J.B²