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** Present Day **

ANNALISE…

I had been attending a charity function that Randall was meant to attend with me, but he got called away on an urgent matter. So I was dressed up in a beautiful sparkly black knee-length dress, with my hair up in a tight bun and some light make-up just to cover the last of the fading bruise on my jaw. As Randall had deserted me, I couldn’t decline any of the males that asked me to dance. However, it helped that with every dance that one did, money was put toward their chosen charity.

After being swung around the dance floor for the last 4 songs straight, I was starting to feel not only a little tired, but I was feeling those light pains in my lower stomach once again, making me feel sick. So, to duck the next male that was walking toward me, I decided it was time to head home.

As I sit in the back of the pack limo, I rub my forehead and think about what has been happening over the last couple of months. Randall has been rather distant and secretive, well even more distant than he normally is, we have been mated for the last 5 years, and we still haven’t been blessed with the miracle of a pup.

Doctor Kassidy said that the tests all came back clear and there wasn’t anything wrong with Randall’s sperm. So he immediately blamed me even though my tests too came back all clear. Even the doctor couldn’t understand why I wasn’t conceiving. Now, every morning after my heat, Randall would give me a pregnancy test to do. He would never watch me do it, but he would always ask me what the result was when he saw me at some stage during that day. 

Most of those tests were negative in the first week however by halfway through the 2nd I would get a weak positive which would get brighter over the following days however, exactly one week after the pregnancy tests were a strong positive, I would wake in the middle of the night and with a sharp pain running through my lower abdomen.

The first time it happened it scared the shit out of me I get out of bed and when to the toilet as soon as I sat down another sharp pain raked through my whole body and I then felt a rush of something and then the pain stopped. I stood up, turned and saw that the toilet was full of blood. Not wanting Randall to worry, I cleaned up and had a quick shower, feeling better. I was going to tell Randall that I was pregnant later that morning if the test still showed that I was pregnant. However, the next morning when I did the pregnancy test, it came back negative.

I never told Randall or Doctor Kassidy, as I didn't know what they would do with knowing that I was conceiving, but I wasn't able to carry it any longer than a week. Now the longer it was taking me to fall pregnant, the more aggressive Randall was becoming. Any small mistake now earns me a punch to the stomach, ribs, hips and upper thighs, anywhere that can be covered or he forces himself on me.

You’re probably wondering why a warrior-born werewolf like myself wouldn’t defend themselves and stop his attacks, and if it was anyone other than Randall I would, but he isn’t just my mate he is my Alpha and it had all started so small and he would initially apologise the next day, and make it up to me with some pleasurable sex. He also reasons that it was his father's dying wish for me to give him a granddaughter and Randall wanted nothing more than to see this happen.

I hadn’t even realised how bad it had gotten until my best friend Thalia Jenkins pulled me into one of the empty offices on our floor one morning and pointed out that she knew what my husband/mate was doing as she could see the fresh bruises he had given me the night before as he took his pleasure. She handed me her small compact mirror showing me that I had missed one on my lower cheek when I was covering up the bruises on my cheek this morning.

Unfortunately, Randall always seemed to get worse and hit me more whenever my heat was approaching, even though you would think that he would do the opposite, wanting me to want to be close to him during that time. He always started around 4 weeks before my heat started and once I was close enough, I would have to have just over a week off of work.

Randall always locked me in our room for 6 days, three days before my heat started, and for the first three days of my heat, my heat usually lasted 5 days. After that, he would leave me alone until the pull in his own body got too much and he would come back into the room, do enough to get himself to release and then leave again with the excuse of Alpha work.

On those days and for two days after I was not allowed to go to work as most of the time I ended up with bruises and cuts everywhere and a lot of them were in places that my work outfits wouldn’t cover even with the long sleeves, the high neck and either a long skirt or loose pants that looked like a skirt.

Randall had seemed to leave me alone for the last couple of months. Yes, Randall has been out of pack territory a few times over the past few months for Alpha business, and when he is home other than a slap here and there, he has left me alone. I was starting to wonder why. My question was answered not long after I got back to the packhouse because as soon as I walked up the stairs, onto the Alpha floor and then opened the door to the Alpha apartment, I know something wasn’t right and the pain in my lower stomach gets worse.

I can then hear moans, groans, grunts, and screams of pleasure echoing throughout the apartment, but mainly coming from the direction of our bedroom. I place my purse on the side table in the hallway and follow the sounds, open the door to our room, and find Randall in our bed with my little sister, Charmine, and her best friend Candace Blight.

I don't miss the subtle hint of Candace's heat filling the room as I freeze. Tears build in my eyes and I can’t take my eyes off the three of them having sex on our bed. Candace is on her back as Charmine is over the top of her on all fours, as Randall pounds into her from behind. They moan and then Charmine lets out a scream at the same time there is a grunt and groan from Randall telling me that they have reached their orgasms and Randall has just ejaculated inside Charmine.

Tears slide down my cheeks as he smiles at me. He then leans forward and proceeds to kiss up her back before wrapping his hand around her throat. She moans as he tightens his grip and starts thrusting his hips into her once more. I didn’t like the way he did that. I could never breathe and I felt like he wouldn't stop before he strangled me, so I would always struggle against him. As I back out of the room, I hear Randall yell,

“Annalise. Come back in here and watch… Annalise… Annalise, don’t you dare leave this packhouse…”

For the first time in years, I don’t listen as I turn and run down the stairs and out of the packhouse. I run and run. I don’t know where I am going until I enter the small city nearby. I slow my running when I hear the sound of music. I follow the sound through the streets until I find where it is coming from. Once out the front, I stop opposite the entrance. I am surprised when I realise that this is the dance club I and the girls from work usually come to on a Friday night.

I look at the long line of people wanting to get inside. I wipe my face as I sigh. The wait was just going to be too long and my mate will come looking for me soon. I so needed a drink to get the vision of seeing Randall holding Charmine’s body close to his, to get the sounds of their bodies hitting each other and the moans and groans of the pleasure they were sharing.

Now, I just wanted to be a female of 23 and have some fun and not be the Luna of a pack with the responsibilities of always looking and acting professionally. I sigh again and turn to walk away, but one of the bouncers surprises me as he grabs my arm, saying.

“The owner is expecting you. Please enter and enjoy yourself.”