Freya of the Black Lotus

(Some Years Ago)

Hiding behind the door frame with curious but sad eyes, Freya kept watching as her father kept putting her brother on everything he needed to know about being a wolf. She was envious of her little brother, though she was just a year older than him. All she wanted was for her father to treat her just the same as he was treating him. But that wasn't the case. He'd never failed to point out the fact that all he ever wanted was a son and that a son was everything to a wolf. Daughters ends up as nothing but housewives. That was his mentality.

He wanted a son first, so having Freya as a first child was a disappointment for him. But his hope got restored when his Luna finally gave birth to a son. Ever since then, his focus has been on his son, leaving the responsibility of his daughter to his Luna. His face squeezed with a frown when his son failed to do the exercise he was given perfectly.

"Get up and do it again Marcel" He instructed with a low tone, trying to sound as calm as possible so as not to upset his son.

He caught the scent of his daughter standing behind the door frame and his anger flared up. He turned toward the door briskly with angered eyes. "Get over here Freya!" Alpha Bayron ordered.

Fearfully, with heart pounding heavily against her chest, Freya slowly came out of hiding. You could see the fear in her eyes. She knew what was coming next. She made small steps toward her father whilst glancing at her brother who was now staring at her sympathetically. Thankfully to her, he didn't share the same hatred for her like their father did. "I said get over here now!!!" He barked at her.

Startled by his loud and deep voice, she hastened her footsteps and got to where he was. She slowly looked up at his angered eyes glaring down at her, and before she could say something, she heard a loud bang, followed with her left eye closing. She could have sworn she saw stars. It took her a second to realized he had slapped her. A tear dropped from her closed eye as she proceeded to hold her now red cheek.

"How many times do I have to tell you this room is off limits to you!! This is a training space for your brother who's going to be an Alpha just like me. Not a room for a weak wolf like you..." He growled angrily.

"B...but I haven't e...ven gotten my wolf yet" Freya pointed out with a tearful voice.

Her words angered Alpha Bayron even more that he immediately grabbed her by her neck and hit her against the closest wall, pinning her against it. "Have you seen your mother? Is she an Alpha? Hmmm?" He questioned, tightening his grip around her neck, ignoring her painful cries and choking noises. "A weak shewolf gives birth to a weak shewolf. You're going to be just as useless and weak as her. It's already written in the stars. Your brother is the only good thing your mother ever did. Now get out!" He commanded, throwing her out the room.

Freya landed on the floor outside the room. She sat up, tears in her face. She looked back into the room and watched as her father returned back to training her brother with a smile as though he didn't just nearly choke her to death. Sniffling and without saying a word, she stood up, wiped her tears and walked away.

(One Year Later)

Jumping from the bed to her feet, the loud shout that startled Freya came again. She immediately put on her slides, her heart beating faster. She could tell the voice was that of her mother. "Mom!" She called out, making her way out of her room. She began to hear heavy footsteps and crashing. She hastened her footsteps out of her room and came to the passageway. Immediately she stepped out, her father zoomed past her, holding her brother's hand.

The speed at which he used in passing by startled her. "Come on Freya!" Marcel called, staring back at her.

"You better use those legs young lady" Alpha Bayron added. By this time he was already entering the living room, stringing Marcel along and not caring if Freya was following closely behind.

"Freya!" Her mother's yells made her realize the dangers of things.

She immediately bolted through the passageway toward the living room. Immediately she got there, she saw her family by the frontdoor ready to leave. "Mom!" She called just as they simultaneously saw four men coming into the living room from the backdoor.

Freya was about to run toward her family when one of the men swiftly picked up one of the steel made chairs and threw it to the roof in between them, causing part of the roof to drop down in-between Freya and her folks. "No!" Her mom cried, seeing as part of the roof almost fell on Freya, causing her to fall to the ground.

Freya cried out in fear, staring at her parents. Her mother's eyes housed fear but her father's didn't show that much care. "It's too late we can't save her Silvia, we have to leave now while we can" Alpha Bayron stated. He knew he could probably take on the four Betas, but he didn't want to risk it, not knowing how many more would show up in the course of him fighting. So he was ready to sacrifice his daughter to save himself, his son and his Luna.

"I can't leave her" Her mother cried and before Alpha Bayron could say anything else, she had run back into the fray, jumping through the obstacles to meet her daughter. She got to Freya right before the the four Betas caught them.

"Mom! Freya!!" Marcel shouted with fear.

"There's nothing we can do for them anymore. Your mother chose to die with her" Alpha Bayron said to him. He glanced at them once more with anger before dragging his son away, escaping the attack.

Silvia immediately wrapped her daughter in a tight hug, crying as the men approached them. "Look at that, I guess true love is not present in this house" One of the Betas said with a smug look before grabbing Silvia's hair and pulling her up. She cried from the pain but didn't let go of her daughter.

The second Beta came and pried Freya from her hand forcefully. "Mom!" Freya cried, stretching out her hand.

"Honey!" Silvia cried worriedly, stretching out her hand too as they got separated.

"What should we do with them?" One of the Betas asked

"They aren't male wolves we should kill. They are shewolves. Good-looking ones at that" The one holding Freya pointed out with a smirk.

"The mom yeah...but that's just a kid" One of them pointed out.

"Hey! Game is game" Said, the one holding Freya.

"No no! Please...do what you want with me, but leave her alone. She's just a kid. Please" Silvia pleaded with tearful eyes and scared look.

"Of course we'll do what we want with you. But you don't get to make demands" He laughed.

"I'll see you guys in a minute" The one with Freya gave them a smug look.

"You're sick and a pedo Grayson" One of them said to him as they watched him drag Freya to one of the rooms.

"NO! Mom!!" Freya cried out, struggling as she was being carried away. Her mom who was crying and pleading for her daughter's release wasn't spared either. Freya watched as they began ripping her clothes off her body, ignoring her struggles and begging. They had stripped her down to her bra and panties just before she was taken out of view.

"Please!" Freya begged, struggling but all her captor was doing was laughing as he took her to one of the rooms which happened to be her room. He threw her against the bed. He was quite huge, almost three times her size. He had a hungry look. His dark eyes shonning with anticipation on his bald head as he began undoing his pants.

Freya tried to stand up and run past him but he caught her easily, landed a slap on her face that sent her back on her bed. Grayson snorted, smiling devilishly as he approached her. He grabbed both her hands and pinned them above her head with one hand while he finished undoing his pants with the other.

Freya could hear her mom screaming and crying. Those screams and cries broke her heart but it was nothing compared to what she was about to experience. In one swift motion, Grayson ripped her clothes off her body, ignoring her pleading and struggles. He gawked at her naked body, almost salivating. Pinning her tightly on the bed, he positioned himself between her legs and without warning, invaded her privacy, defiling the innocent child.

Freya felt pain she had never before felt in her life. Her screams filled the house and tears didn't hesitate to run down her eyes. With every movement he made, she felt like she was going to die. She felt powerless under that hunk savage and beast of a man. She struggled for a few minutes and soon went limped under him. She didn't pass out or anything but couldn't found the voice to scream or the strength to struggle. She just laid under him, eyes blank and lips sealed, listening to him grunt as he kept on invading her.

She began to slowly lose touch with reality and soon was able to block it all out. She could feel warm fluid running down her thighs. But she didn't care anymore. To her she felt like she was dead already. The tears in her eyes kept flowing but her expression had become blank. She soon lost track of time. Not knowing how long he was on top of her. She heard him grunt, vibrating ontop of her and then followed by a fulfilled sigh.

Grayson stood up, putting on his pants. he stared down at her still frame without saying a word to her. "Come on Grayson! Let's go! We are done here!" He heard his comrade call. He finished putting on his pant, picked up Freya bridal style. Her torn clothes were still hanging on her. She wasn't protesting anymore. He carried her back to the living room and dropped her on the floor where his comrades where.

"You sick bastard, you really went on with it" One of them commented with a disgusted but yet proud smile.

"It's not like you guys went easy either" Grayson pointed out, staring at naked Silvia with a stake to her heart. "Let's go"

"What about the kid?"

"Look at her! She's as good as dead. She'll be lucky to last the hour. Let's just go" Grayson replied, walking past the others. They agreed with him and followed him out of the house.

Freya heard their footsteps fade away and knew they were gone. She hadn't moved an inch from where they dropped her. She slowly turned her head to the side and that's when she saw her mother's lifeless, naked body beside her with a stake buried in her heart. She had a scared and broken look in her lifeless eyes. Tears ran down the sides of Freya's eyes. She couldn't cry out nor move or say anything.

Not knowing how long she had been lying there still without moving or saying a word, Freya kept staring at the roof. She couldn't even produce anymore tears. The commotion she had been hearing ever since seemed to had died down. The crackling from the fires she had been hearing also had reduced. Breathing weakly there, she immediately heard footsteps run into the house. She was too tired and weak to look or care about who it was.

After some seconds, someone she didn't recognize appeared beside her. He looked to be her age. "You're alive!" He said before disappearing again. After some minutes he came back with a long jacket in his hand. He knelt beside her and tried to raise her up but immediately his hand touched her, Freya shouted, crying loudly and protesting, struggling to get his hands off her. "Hey hey! I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just trying to help. They are all gone. I've been going from house to house, well the ones that wasn't burnt down to check for survivors. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise" He said to her calmly.

She stared into his eyes, it looked nothing like the man that had attacked her. That made her calm down and accept his help. He helped her up to sit and then wore her the jacket, buttoning down all the way to just below her knees. He tried to help her to her feet but she couldn't stand, so he proceeded to carry her own his back. She hesitated for a while before giving in and climbing on his back.

"I'm Kreed. What's your name?" Kreed inquired, but she remained mute and looked away instead. "It's fine, you can tell me later. First let's get out of here" He added, glanced at her dead mother with anger before walking away, out of the house, carrying her along.

(Present Time)

As all sides began to prepare to attack, Freya's eyes fell on Alpha Bayron and her hate surfaced again, mixing with her already filled anger. This was an opportunity, an opportunity to pay him back for all he had done and caused. For what happened to her, for her mother's death, for the years of abuse she faced in his hands and for the years she had to suffer out there alone.

She glanced over at Kreed who knew. He nodded his approval at her. She shifted her gaze back to Alpha Bayron who was already taking a fighting stance. She took off her mask and looked up directly at him. Immediately his eyes met hers, the hate became visible on her face. "Hello.....Father" She said to him, watching as the shock slowly crept up on him.