I was sleeping with my usual nightmared dreams until I awoke to the sensation of touching. My eyes snapped open subconsciously expecting to see Chris over my body, but with the dark lighting I couldn’t make out who it was.
I felt his hands go up to my shirt and I went to push him off of me only to be met with a growl.
… That wasn’t Derek…
Panic bubbled in my chest as I struggled to get this man off of me. He was straddling my waist and ripping my shirt.
“S-stop!” I screamed out and the man jutted a hand across my mouth, sealing it, blocking out my screams.
The man ripped my shirt completely off, along with my bra, and fondled my breast.
“Shh, Viv. It won’t hurt if you struggle,” the man grunted and I felt my blood run cold.
It was Mallory.
I jerked against him, tears forming in my eyes. I bucked my hips until he lowered his position from my waist to my hips, then I twisted until I freed one of my hands. I swiftly brought it down to his crotch area.
He groaned and hunched over me, I turned my body so he fell off the bed. I covered my breasts and rolled to the other side of the bed, jumping off and running to the door.
“Dere-” my yelp was cut off by a body tackling me to the ground.
“Ope!” he grunted and stapled my body to the ground.
He tore off my pants and underwear. I tried to scream for Derek one last time, but Mallory just covered my mouth. He pulled down his boxers and viciously violated me.
I screamed in pain, tearing down my mental block to Derek, screaming for him.
“Viv, you feel so good, baby girl!” he grunted, a hand still over my mouth in the dark while I struggled under him.
In all of his sadistic pleasure, he didn’t hear the footsteps beating down the hallway, but in his defense, I didn’t either.
The door flew open, smacking against the wall. The light flipped on and I craned my teary eyes up to the threshold.
Derek stood, rage emitting off his body in the doorway. He was deadly. Lethal. His growl ripped through the air. In an instant, Mallory was ripped out and off of me and dragged out of my room.
I quickly ran to the bed in discomfort, grabbing a sheet to cover myself before following them.
Derek hauled him down the stairs, out the door and to the middle of his pack, where I’m assuming announcements take place. He walked up on the stage in the center and banged on a bell only he could reach.
Citizens started clearing out of their homes at such an early time, dazed, confused, and concerned. They disregarded me, their attention solely on their Alpha’s shirtless figure, only dressed in a pair of sweatpants and their Beta’s completely naked figure. By the time people came out, Garret was running towards them.
“De-” Garret started, but quickly shut up when Derek put up a deathly still hand. So he stood, wearily watching his Alpha.
“Pack members of Night Stone!” his voice rang out authoritatively hard and cold, “I apologize for disrupting you all at such an early time, but this matter couldn’t wait!” He jutted Mallory out, his grip in his hair, and showed the crowd their Beta.
“This treacherous dog has betrayed not only his Alpha and supposed friend of thirteen years, but he has also betrayed you- his citizens, he vowed to protect and pledged his loyalty to on this very stage.”
I got chills at the tone of his voice. His Alpha tone had everyone silent, waiting.
“You may have seen this here before,” oh my- no… he couldn’t, could he? “For his acts of lust-filled treason against what is mine, destined to me, to this pack. Your future Luna! ” the crowd gasped, realizing what he meant. “He, Hamlin Mallory, will be punished by death!”
The crowd gasped and my chest constricted.
‘You caused this.’
‘If you’d just shut the fuck up.’
‘You cost a life.’
‘Selfish bitch!’
My vision blurred and my mind hazed. I glanced over to Garret and saw him watch silently, knowing there was nothing he could do, tears glistening in his eyes. Derek clamped his hands around his Betas neck, ready to snap.
“Any last words?” he growled at him.
He looked up and locked eyes with me. Derek followed his motions and I couldn’t look away. My lips parted, a silent pained gasp leaving them.
‘I’m sorry.’ he mouthed. No one looked back at me, all trained on their leaders.
Derek growled deeply, before swiftly twisting his hands. A snap echoed around us, Mallory plopping on the stage.
‘Feel better, bitch?’
‘This is your fault.’
I frowned, keeping in my sobs by clamping my free hand over my mouth.
“Your new Beta will be appointed immediately.” he turned to Garret, whose expression was now a neutral hard. “Garret Truman, do you accept the offer as becoming the Beta of the Night Stone pack?”
Garret stood straighter. “Yes, Alpha.”
“Your new Beta- Garret Truman!” he declared, voice booming, dripping in power. “The ceremony will take place in the days to come. Once a date is set, it will be sent out! You all are now allowed to go back to your rooms.” he dismissed.
The pack members cleared out, obeying their Alpha. Derek swiveled to Garret, getting someone to clean the stage of Mallory’s lifeless body.
He killed his Beta. That would be the second time! That’s who he was. The Alpha that killed his Father, is beta and now Mallory. I needed to fear him, who’s to say he wouldn’t kill me?
He turned back, locking his dark eyes with me. He looked pissed and I gulped. He marched off the stage and to me, roughly grabbing my arm and all but dragging me back to his house.
My hand on the bedsheet gripped onto it for dear life. He flung the door open, tugged me in, and then slammed it shut. He paraded up the stairs, hauling me along the way, going to my bedroom.
Derek barged in and then shoved me on the bed. A grunt left my lips as I bounced against the bed, my locks covering my eyes. I brought one of my hands up clearing my eyes before I looked back at him.
His eyes were brewing a tsunami, and I was a defenseless island on his path.
“Don’t let my words get to your head,” I furrowed my brows at him. What words? “You will not be my packs Luna.” he sneered, stalking towards me. “You’re a fucking tramp!” he raged. “You’ve slept with Chris, who knows how many other males in that pack, one of my skilled doctors, and my Beta!” I flinched at his tone and he hovered over me, grabbing my throat.
… I didn’t sleep with that doctor… Did he know about the beta and gamma of Chris’s pack?…
They touched me when I was nine, they didn’t go far, they just ‘wanted to see if I was growing’. They did that once, then did actually rape me when I was fifteen.
He growled in my face, simply centimeters away. His grip tightened in an instant and I gasped out.
“You fucking smell like him!” he yanked me up by my throat and hauled me into the bathroom.
No oxygen was getting to me and I clutched the sheet and tried to pry off his grip. He growled and turned on the shower before pushing me against the wall. The cold water hit my body and I struggled against him.