Kyle’s pov
I puffed out a thick cloud of smoke from the blunt I was smoking. It’s Thursday night, and the routine for Thursday was to smoke, drink and have sex with any and when I say any, I mean any female in the pack except for Kylie. I believe you already know the reason for that.
But unlike the past Thursday nights, I want to get the amount of fun I craved. I was with my friends but I felt like shit, at a point the alcohol lost its usual rush-push taste in my mouth.
“What’s wrong dude? You don’t look normal?” Harry, the beta’s son and my best friend asked me.
“I don’t know dude, everything seems bleak and hazy to me” I replied.
“Maybe you should spice things up a little,” Adrian added. Adrian was another of my best friends “maybe bursts a bit or something. That should help right?” He asked with his signature smug look
“I could summon one of the shawties for you-or more” Harry added.
“I’m very much capable of getting my shawty” I snapped at Harry “I’m tired of them girls’ bro…plus you have a very bland taste for ladies so no, I’ll pass”
“Maybe….” Harry said, pausing for a while then continued “but I do know one shanty, you’d never get tired of or resist” he concluded with a wink.
“Who?” Both Adrian and I asked together, calling a shotgun.
“Rachelle!” Harry started like asking was the most foolish thing I’ve ever done.
At the mention of Rachelle’s name, something inside of me tinged, and I couldn’t help the devilish grin that appeared on my face. Maybe it was how I was always in control whenever it was her I was dealing with. I mean the girl makes me feel more of a man than Kylie and Dad would ever confess to. All the times I’ve had her pinned to the wall, or on my bed while having every bit of her or making her do any of the punishment I prescribed had always been my best moments. I like how she would always bend to my will and Harry knows how much I like to be in control he also knows I get to be in total control whenever I was sealing with Rachelle and that was why he made that suggestion.
Harry and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. We go way back to the times we were in diapers. We attended the same pre-school, high school, and even college. We were the best of friends ever since birth. Partially because our fathers were best of friends and the Alpha and beta of our pack.
It wasn’t news that we caused havoc together. From breaking into the teacher’s offices to vandalizing both school and teachers’ property together also, we bullied any of the soft-as-a-butter types of students and of course the naturally cursed-the Omega’s. From the time Rachelle and the other girls came from the monastery, we had teased and bullied them together. For uncountable times, we called them names, pushed them, poured them eggs, tomatoes and flour-we both made them objects of ridicule that some couldn’t bear and ended their own life.
Harry was an accomplice in all of this charade until the moon goddess decided to pick one of the girls we had shown hell to like his mate. Of course, she rejected him and made him suffer until she ended her own life because she would rather die than be with the person who had shown her so much pain and suffering. After her death, Harry looked like he was going to die. He would restlessly sleep at night and have nightmares where he would call out to Riyadh, his mate in his sleep, and wake up to be a shadow of himself whenever he realized it was a dream.
Two years passed again, and he got another mate but this time I made sure he took my advice, unlike the first time. If he was the first to reject his mate, it wouldn’t be as bad if the tables were turned and as the saying goes, experience is the best teacher -after his first almost death attempt to get a mate, he had dutifully rejected whoever the moon goddess chose for him.
He said he wasn’t going to act the clay in the potter’s hand kind of role and up to this day, my best friend had successfully lived to his words.
Adrian on the other hand was someone both I and Harry came across in our second year at college. We had a lot in common and we clicked almost instantly from the first time we met at the fresher’s party, he was also a second-year student then. Subsequently, we found out we has most things in common, the most important of them all being we had the same enemy and as the saying goes, the enemy of your enemy is your friend so we became close and plotted out our revenge against this fraternity leader that thought he was king and cool enough to drag chicks with me. Ultimately, we killed him, and ever since, Harry, Adrian, and myself became the inseparable dangerous trio.
“I know what that smile means man. Go do your thing. We’ll be here keeping the records for you” Harry said.
“I want a taste too man. Be kind enough to exhaust her” Adrian said and got an irritated expression from Harry.
“The hell dude” he scolded before taking a large gulp from his beer mug.
“What I was just saying… have you seen the girl? She looks fire. Even in her extra-large clothes, I can still see the outlines of her hips and her extra, extra perky….” Harry didn’t let him finish his statement and smacked Adrian on his head.
“Don’t fucking regard her in such a manner? She is Kyle’s betrothed bitch and only he is permitted to have her” Harry said and I outstretched my palm to him for our signature handshake. I know he had my back as I do him.
I exited the pack’s Calm house like it was usually called and headed straight for the packhouse.
“Get me Rachelle” I ordered the head of slaves that shivered in fear.
“She isn’t here” she stuttered.
“Where is she?”
“At the… at the” she stuttered again with her thump placed above her shoulder while she pointed back towards the slave quarters.
“Go get her for me” I ordered and immediately she scampered away but upon second thoughts, I called her back. “Get lost,” I said before walking towards the packs’ slave quarters. She would have to pay for the extra trouble and stress she had me do through just to see her-her low, very disgusting, and unfortunate self.
“Your Highness” the guard I met at the entrance greeted me.
“Cut the crap” I seethed and inserted my hands into my pocket. “Fetch me Rachelle” the moment the words left my mouth, he was already walking inside to get my others done.
After about roughly three minutes, Rachelle came out looking worn out as though she was made to run the width and length of the Paz pack. She looked worn and weak but her hair looked too nice for my liking. Grabbing her by her hair, I dragged her closer to me until both of her knees were on the ground.
“Kyle” she whimpered and I landed a hot slap across her face.
“How dare you call me by my name?” I thundered, making her and the guard flinch. “I’m master to you… do you understand?” I shouted again.
“Yes master,” she said amidst tears.
“Great, now get up and follow me” I ordered and grabbed her by the arm. Her soft skinny arm did something to my inside and before I knew it, the little man between my legs was threatening to come out. I didn’t care that we were outside or that people could see us. I pulled her closer until my lips were forcefully clasped around her lips.
She groaned in distress and tried to break off from my hold but my hand tightened around her waist and another on the back of her head to keep her in place. My palm roughly and painfully glided up her body until it landed on her chest and like a child who had not had a suck from its mothers, breast, I hungrily grabbed her breast and gave it a not-so-subtle squeeze. A loud soughing grunt escaped her lips but I still didn’t stop.
Unlike the previous times, she wouldn’t just let me have my way. Her kicks came in stronger this time and so was her push. I somehow managed to rip her skirt off her tiny waist to reveal her in her panties.
“Stop…don’t” her voice came in shaky and breathless. I could hear the sound of her cries that were about to come. “Kyle!” She called with a hint of disdain and that was it for me. If she wouldn’t let me do it freely then I guess I don’t have a choice. I reached out to my back pocket and fetched my pocket knife.
Like the feel of my breakfast knife on bacon, my knife easily parted her skin. The first time…. The second time and then….
Rachelle’s pov
Today had been extra draining. I was tired as such and happy when Kylie finally released me. I had already mapped out the remaining hours of my evening. Dinner wasn’t sure so I wasn’t going to get my hopes high. I’d have a quick back and go early to bed because God alone knows what these people have in store for me tomorrow. I wouldn’t probably be given an hour to rest so I could as well have all the rest I can today.
My plans for a restful night were cut short when the deputy slave master told me a guard has been asked to get me. I almost broke down at the spot but I remembered that would only fetch me more punishment so I lazily dragged my way to meet the guard.
“You asked for me?” I asked upon seeing him. I was hoping a miracle or something would happen and he would say it wasn’t me but no such luck came.
“Yea. Master Kyle has asked for you. He is waiting outside” the palace guard said and made way for me to pass with a small gesture of his hand.
Oh my god! Freaking hell. Kyle calling me by this time of the day could only mean two things. One he is bored and wants to punish me unnecessarily while he and his friends watched and laughed or two, he was partially drunk and horny and wanted to nut off.
Or perhaps both…
I tentatively raised my head and asked whatever it was up there that guided people to help me not to get utterly beaten or mal-handled I don’t know how much more rape, cuts, and whips my body could take.
“Please keep me safe” I whispered as I was about to leave the threshold to the outer space where Kyle was waiting for me.
Who was I kidding? Of course answers to my request weren’t granted….
Kyle gathered a fistful of my hair and dragged me until my knees buckled and I went down on both of them right in front of him.
“How dare you make me wait?” He roared.
If only his wolf was as mighty as him… what a waste of space!
“Kyle…” the words were barely out of my mouth when a harsh slap sent me rolling on the ground. I could swear I heard my bone crack. I probably broke a rib or two.
After he was done, he grabbed my arm and began to pull me but stopped and pinned me to a wall. It was just as I had anticipated, he was definitely going to fulfill his canal wishes with me. His sour kiss and rough squeeze on my breast were bearable but not this, not with me almost butt naked and his pocket knife cutting through my skin.
I didn’t know where the strength came from but I somehow managed to push him until his back came into contact with the ground. Still blinded by anger, I got on top of him and began to hit him with a brick that was close by.
I was painting and hitting him with vigor, wanting to end it all here and now until I heard Violet’s pleading and crying voice.
“Stop or they will kill you too and in a more gruesome manner” but I didn’t stop.
“Think about Everett. Think about what he will go through if…..” And that was all it took for me to stop….. Everett’s name
Fuck! How did I not think about this?