Tortured, empty, sickened, disturbed, alone. These word describe who I am. My parents, my brother and I lived in the small pack house of The Dark Moon pack, they only had 22 pack members. Before my parents "passings my brother, Marcus was the only one person that actually showed me care, my parents tried but they couldn't love me like parents should. Shunned and disgraced by my parents and the people of our pack, they tormented and teased me to the point of breaking... I left the old, smelly, empty house to live with a new pack. Forced to live an empty shell with my memories.
"I don't want to go with you" I whispered...
Big mistake.
I screamed as he slammed me down to the ground hard and held my neck, he straddled my hips hovering over me and growled in my ear making me whimper.
"You are mine do you understand? Mine. And I will have you to myself which means you are going to join me and my pack" he said and I shook my head "j-just reject me and none of this has to happen" I whispered and he growled sliding his other hand down my stomach.
"Don't test me mate" he said and I gasped as he grabbed me "you belong to me now so like I said before. Go home and pack your bags" he said and I just shook my head "I don't want to leave my pack-"
"To-fucking-bad" he said
"I let you go twice. I'm not letting you go again" he growled and I looked up at him nervously shaking my head.
"Do as I say or I'll kill your pack. One. By. One" he said putting his lips to my ear "no" I whimpered and he looked at me. "I-I'll do it" I whispered and he nodded letting me go.