Chapter five: He knew

Trigger warning: This chapter contains attempted sexual violence and a tale about rape. Please if this is a trigger for you, you can skip to the next chapter. Thanks.

My body began to tremble like a leaf under the sway of a strong wind. I was terrified by the look in his eyes, but I didn't want him to see it, so I tried to look brave. I failed miserably cause his eyes grew even more excited at the scent of my fear. 

You gotta hate being a werewolf because they could smell anything of you. Be it fear, your arousal or otherwise. 

"Well, well. The ugly duckling turns into a swan. I knew there was a reason I couldn't resist you," he smirked slyly at me as he slowly closed down the distance between us. His stride was unhurried, like a lion on a prowl, taunting his prey. 

The trembling in my body worsened as the distance between us dwindled. My clammy fingers clutched the side of the red dress restlessly as I stared terrified at Stephan, crying for help in my mind, wishing that someone will interrupt us, but knowing Stephan he would have timed his visit in such a way that no one will dare intervene. 

He is cunning that way. That is how he has been able to get away with his abuse these past years. He knew as long as he wasn't caught, he would get away with it. It will be his words against mine. 

Guess who they will believe? 

When he stood so close that only a finger breath separated us, he stopped and then tilted his head to the side as he regarded me with that funny excitement that usually spells doom. He was looking at me like a fox, and I knew from that look that he was plotting nothing good. 

Stephan was really handsome, but in the presence of his cruel look and evil grin, there was only one word that could be used to describe him. 

Satan. 

Even though I have never had the pleasure of meeting the fallen angel, I believe in my mind that if there was a physical appearance, he would assume it would be that of my stepbrother. 

"You know the only reason Alpha Roderick accepted Father's proposal was because he believes you a virgin. How we men loves to pop a virgin's cherry," he smirked slyly at me, his look knowing, forcing me to remember the horrible night when he first took me. 

It was my thirteen birthday, not that anyone remembered it. Almost anyone, except for one person. The day had gone by as usual, with me working myself to the grave and finally collapsing on my small cot bed, ready to call it a night. I was about to drift off when the door creeped open, and a tall figure walked in. It was Stephan. He turned fourteen a few weeks earlier, and it was a grand affair in the pack. His birthday, I mean. Everyone treats him like he is the Alpha's real child. "What are you doing here?" I asked, sitting up on the bed and clutching the ragged sheets against my chest nervously. Stephan had this mischievous evil look on his face that he usually wears when he is about to do something terrible to me. Previous times, it has been him playing a prank on me, but tonight, it felt a little different. The darkness in his young eyes was one I had never seen before. "To give you your birthday gift, of course," he smirked slyly, closing the door behind him. He approached my bed, still smiling in that evil way that made it even more conscious. "What are you doing?" I squeaked, jumping away from the hand caressing my bare leg under my night gown. Giving you your birthday gift, big dick. I promise you are going to like it, he purred returning his hand under my clothes. "Please, don't," I begged, hating how much my voice trembled. I have learned that showing emotions in the face of Stephan's cruelty only eggs him on, but I couldn't keep my composure in the face of what he was trying to do. "Shush, big dick. For your gift, you have to be quiet, and that also means not telling anyone. Oh, forget that, you can tell whoever you want. They won't believe you anyway," he winked just as his hand reached out to pinch my nipple. That night, he had taken me against my will, turning what has always been a bad day for me into my worst nightmare. And that wasn't the only night. 

I forcefully dragged myself out of my nightmares to see the author gazing down at me with a pleased evil grin on his lips, his eyes watching me with fire in their depth. "I see you remembered our first time," he said with a forced gentility, his hand reaching out to caress my cheeks. 

I moved my head away, trying to avoid his touch. It was at the tip of my tongue to beg him to stop, but that only made him rougher. I braced myself for his torture, hoping that it would be over quickly so I could move on to the next nightmare. I must have been an evil person in my past life for the goddess to curse me with such a horrendous fate. 

"You denied me the pleasure of your body last night, big dick," he continued in a soft tone, as his fingers trailed down to my neck, down further towards my breast. 

I stiffened and closed my eyes, knowing what was coming. 

His finger invaded the top of my gown, shooting straight for my nipples. He picked its softness between his two fingers and twisted it until they hurt, and a wince pierced my lips. 

"I wonder what the great Alpha will think if he learns that I have been there before him," he taunted giddly while still twisting my tortured nipple. I kept in my cries, unwilling to grant him the satisfaction of seeing my pain. Instead, I took my mind to somewhere safe. 

A place where his cruelty will never touch me. A place where I am paying him back ten thousand fold for the cruelty he visited upon me. 

This will not be the first time I have day dreamed about murdering the bastard in front of me. In fact, it is one of the few things that keeps me going. I have my revenge on him if I ever get the opportunity. 

The torture chamber I built for him in my mind is where I escape whenever he comes to my room, and it helps me cope through the ordeal. 

"I hate it when you ignore me, big dick," his order hand went for my other breast, giving it the same treatment he gave the other. Making it harsher as if to grab my attention, but I was lost to him. 

At the moment in my dungeon, he was on his knees stripped of his clothes, with guards wiping his naked back with barb wire. His screams of pain silenced the screams in my mind and brought calmness to my soul. 

"Maybe I should fuck you one more time, before you become the Alpha's property," he growled harshly and flipped me around, causing me to grab the table in front of me with two hands for balance. 

He pushed up my gown and dropped my panties to my legs, and I heard his pants become unzipped. I tightened my eyes close, willing myself to remain in my escape room, and not give thought to what was about to happen. 

I felt his hardness against my skin and shuddered, but before he could thrust himself inside me, the door crashed open. "What on god's green earth is going on here!" My father roared from the doorway. 

Stephan's dick disappeared from my skin as he flew off me in shock. "Father!" he cried out in disbelief and fear. My father was the only person in the whole pack that Stephan was afraid of. The day father asked him to call him father, something he denied me all my life killed something in me. 

I straightened up from the table in relief, feeling grateful for the first time in my life at my father's presence. While Stephan quivered in his boots, I made myself presentable with as much dignity I could muster in a situation like this. 

"I asked what is going on here?" Father growled, his furious eyes on Stephan. 

Stephan opened his mouth several times to speak, but nothing came out. He looked like a stammering idiot as he tried to explain what our father had just walked in. 

Despite what nearly happened, I was enjoying this. Seeing Stephan squirm like a scary cat felt like being served an ice cream on a sunny day. Yummy. 

I was glad to sit back and watch someone else be at the receiving end of Father's Fury. 

As  Stephan was still struggling to make a coherent speech, the father closed down the distance between them and slapped him. The slap echoed loudly in the room, sending Stephan to the ground. "You couldn't keep your sick paws off her for a day! what are you trying to do?! sabotage the marriage?!" He roared, kicking Stephan mercilessly anywhere his foot could land. 

His words made my whole body grow cold. It felt as if someone just poured a bucket of cold water over me. I looked towards my father, shocked. So he knew what Stephan was doing, and he let it continue. 

I knew he hated me, but I never thought his hatred was this deep, that he was willing to let me be raped every night by that sadistic bastard. The tears that I had been struggling to keep inside ran down my cheeks as my father once again let me down. 

"If not for your mother I will have your head for daring to put a kink to my plans," Father continued to yell, as he rained down kicks to Stephan body while he begged for mercy like the wimp he was. 

I scoffed bitterly at fathers words as my tears ran harder. So the only reason he cared about what Stephan was about to do was because he was scared of the Alpha finding out I was damaged goods and calling off the wedding. So what happens when the Alpha wants to take his liberties and find out that I wasn't as pure as he had been led to believe. What happens then? 

I will be killed, that is for sure. Does he not care about that at all? I looked at my father, who had stopped visiting his wrath on Stephan to look at me. His eyes were downright cold and stony. 

"Wipe off those tears off your face and join us downstairs. Roderick is already here and asking of you. You know how impatient he can be," he said flatly and then headed for the door. 

I stood frozen, staring after him with a lost expression, wondering if I would ever see those eyes look at me with love for once in my life. Even when he is getting his way, he still looks at me like he wished I didn't exit. 

I wondered what his plan was to get out of the situation. Should Roderick learn that what he was given isn't what he has been promised. Knowing my father, I won't be surprised if he has something planned. 

I blinked back the rest of tears and turned away from the door. I looked down at Stephan, who was still moaning on the floor, and couldn't help but feel a little satisfaction at his misery. 

Serves him right, I thought uncharitable and then found my way to the vanity seat. I sat down, ready to make myself presentable again. It is a good thing that the makeup artist left her stuff here. Though I don't believe there is any amount of makeup in this world that would hide the misery in my eyes.