Still X-amount of time ago…
Dargan’s POV
I wasn’t even questioned.
I was taken straight to the torture chamber and tortured for days.
Or weeks…
Or months, I wasn’t even sure at this point. Passing out from blood loss, thirst or hunger tended to do that to a person. Pain was a constant companion of mine and the only way to tell time was by the muscles gradually disappearing off my body.
Hell, at this point I wasn’t even ashamed to admit that a sliver of fear crept down my spine every time the alpha or one of his guards walked into the room. The pain he inflicted was enough for me to wish for death. To curse myself for ever being so stupid and naïve to stick around to help a pack bitch.
Packs were nothing but hell!
And nothing really changed until one day when the alpha came in and had a man with him that I hadn’t seen there before.
“You don’t have to do this,” the alpha said gently, in a tone he’d never used while talking to me. Not that we talked much. It was mostly just him spewing profanities at me, telling me how useless and worthless I was, and then torturing the living shit out of me. And just to make sure I couldn’t tell the little fucker shit, he put a spiked gag in my mouth.
Talk about a mouthful of shit…
“Yes, I do,” the man gritted with determination, although he clearly didn’t want to be here. And ok, I might have been starting to go slightly insane from the pain and the torture and the fact that I had to do my business down my own fucking pants, but I somehow found it amusing.
Why would anyone think they’d get closure by watching their torturer suffer? It just made them the same!
Funny, how life sometimes turns you into what you hate the most…
Curious as to who graced me with their presence today, I forced my head up and met his gaze. He was a big guy, bigger than the alpha in fact. But the aura coming from him was that of a beta or gamma, I couldn’t pinpoint it without my wolf present. He has salt and pepper hair that didn’t at all match his intense blue eyes that were directed at me. He assessed me much in the same way I guessed frogs were being assessed by teenagers in a biology class.
He was disgusted and not really impressed by what he was seeing.
“Why?” he asked, his voice shaking from anger and unshed tears. When I didn’t instantly answer, the anger took over.
“Why?” he roared, taking a brave step towards me. “She was only 15!”
The dead girl’s father I supposed…
I wanted to answer, but--- yeah, there was a big ass gag in my mouth. I made a groaning sound and finally, it seemed to click that I couldn’t answer even if I wanted to.
Rolling his eyes – as if this somehow was MY fault and that it was a great inconvenience for him - the alpha finally pulled out the gag and I threw up a bool of blood. Despite my injuries, my wolf was still able to heal me, but not as fast. He was pissed about being in this fucking situation in the first place but given the chance, he’d do it again.
He wouldn’t have left that girl to die alone…
He was an alpha after all…
“I…,” I wheezed between dry lips and throbbing muscles. “I didn’t--- kill her---”
And that resulted in me being punched in the gut…
Whatever fluids had been in my stomach gushed out on the floor and left a familiar sour taste in my mouth. But I wasn’t really surprised to see that most of it were blood…
“Lier!” the alpha boomed in my face. “My son saw it all! He saw what you did to her.”
I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped me. Perhaps it was the pain that made me finally snap. Or the lack of food, or the cold… Or hell, all of the above! But right at that moment, I didn’t care! My mind was deliciously numb and I didn’t give a shit about anything.
Not even my own life…
“Hate to break it to your, alpha,” I spat the last word, hating it just as much as I suddenly found the situation hilarious. “But your son is a lying piece of shi---!”
And he hit me!
And again…
And again…
And for some reason, laughter echoed off the walls. It took me a hot second to realize it was me laughing. Yeah, because it was fucking hilarious! Someone in the universe was fucking playing a big, fucking joke on me.
I’d tried to do the right thing and help my mother---
Accused of murder!
I didn’t want to leave behind a poor dying girl---
Accused of murder!
It was funny…
It was fucking hilarious…
Suddenly someone pulled the alpha away from me and I realized it was the man from before. I’d almost forgotten he was in the room. He stood there, with a panting alpha on his hands watching me in stunned shock as everything seemed to fall apart before him…
“Why aren’t you laughing?” I wheezed, panting for air, as the pain in my ribs and jaws made me forget why I should be scared. Or hell, just shut the fuck up…
“He’s lost his---” the alpha sneered, but I cut him off, not caring that I pissed him off again.
“It’s fucking hilarious,” I continued laughing throwing my head back and making the chains rattle, as I strained them. “And let me guess? He’s being treated like a hero, your son?” I smiled widely, as I looked the alpha dead in the eye. “For abandoning a pack member and leaving her to die at the hands of a deranged rogue?”
I didn’t give a shit anymore.
I didn’t care that I looked deranged at the moment.
I didn’t care much about anything at that moment.
The universe want to play a joke on me?
Fine!
I’d laugh…
“What a fucking hero!” I grinned. “What a fucking alpha!”
I threw my head back and laughed harder. Something connected with my temple and pain exploded in my head. Darkness finally closed in on me, but I welcomed it.
At least in the darkness, I didn’t feel pain…
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Dargan's POVI took my hand away from her wet core to undo my pants. She first let out a howl of protest, and then growled at me, pushing herself against me in a desperate need to get the release she craved.“Easy, Love,” I soothed her, as I easily restrained her with just one hand while the other undid my jeans. “We’ll both get what we want in just a second.”She whined softly but was too weak to do anything about it. My member sprung out easily and I groaned as I let her slide up and down my cock, without penetrating her. Had to make sure first that---“Are you on prevention?” I hissed roughly into her ear, nipping it with my teeth and making her cry out.“The pill,” she moaned, fighting in my hold and eager to get to my throbbing cock. “Been on it for four years.”“Good,” I hissed--- and slammed home.She cried out as I filled her with my cock, burring myself at the hilt inside of her. She panted and moane
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Ash’s POVI stood there, watching as the last of the flames licked at the charred remains of what once had been my daughter’s killer. The blackened body was unrecognizable, but if you looked hard enough, you could still see the fear and pain in his eyes as the flames bit into his flesh.I should be happy…I should be celebrating that I’d gotten my revenge.I should be relieved, knowing I brought my daughter’s murderer to justice.But I didn’t…All I felt was---Empty!
Dargan’s POV“MINE!”The word felt so natural as it left my lips. Ashley complemented me perfectly and was my equal in every way. Gaia was my complete opposite and rounded all the hard edges of my personality. It truly was a battle of “birds of a feather, play together” vs “opposite attract”.Yet it wasn’t a battle at all…This was perfect.I pulled out of Ashley and carried them one at a time. I got them into the shower and helped clean them both. Any excuse to be touching them. Any excuse to run my nose along their skin and scent my puppies growing inside of them.
Ashley’s and Gaia’s POV“Are you close, Sweetheart?” Dargan asked in a husky voice, making Ashley’s body tremble with desire.“Oh goddess,” She moaned out loud, thrusting her hips a little upwards, giving her mate more of her pussy. “Yes! Yes! Baby, I’m so-so close! Oh goddess! Don’t stop!”Without thinking she reached out and grabbed the blond hair that was falling across her thighs, pushing more of her mate’s face into her pussy. Gaia moaned at the dominant hold, sucking her on clit even harder, making Ashley throw her head back in sheer ecstasy.Gaia was on her knees on the edge of the bed, with their mate’s cock in her dripping wet pussy. Ashley was on the bed, wining and moaning as Gaia licked her from opening to clit, sucking up every drop of her sex-juices. Both of them were moaning and panting, all shyness from that morning gone…Dargan had been in a playful mood that morning, urging her to tell him what to do with them. He and their omega.Their mate!The need in his voice –
Dargan’s POVI walked down the hall of the nursing home, smiling at the few nurses and helpers who greeted me. I ignored the appreciative looks I got and ignored how my wolf wanted to growl at the female attention. He had his mates and didn’t really care for any other females than them…I scribbled my name down on the visitors’ form and then headed to room 313. Knocking, I waited until I heard the click of the lock and a familiar scent wrapped around me. One, that always made my wolf wag his tail, sadly from side to side, knowing she’d never really see…Me…“Oh, Darian my sweet boy,” Ann Darby greeted me the way she always did when I visited her. She looked up at me, her eyes gleamed and a wide smile spread across her face, revealing that her true age wasn’t much old than that of a middle-aged woman. Her eyes still sparkling and full of life, and her skin was still smooth and soft.Only her hair – gay and white – spoke of
Dargan’s POVA fit of rage…Such small words yet their impact was devastating. It could break hearts, spirits, and even people. Leaving behind a destruction not even Pompey could match. It resulted in blood and tears. Broken and damaged souls. It was the root of sin, of evil, and of death...A fit of rage…That’s what had driven my father to do the things he’d done!I didn’t know for sure, but I guessed that on his deathbed that my grandfather – or father?! Fuck, I cared at this point – had confessed to what he’d done. Told Alpha Raymond about the facilities and about the females they kept there.About the pups they created…I’d liked to think that he felt regret for what he’d done, but--- yeah, I’m pretty sure that he just wanted to get out of hell…But anyway, my father had looked into it and found out that it was all true.I wasn’t his son – I was his younger brother.
Dargan's POVNo!He couldn’t!She was his mate!Mates were supposed to be treasured!Protected!He couldn’t---!“You can’t---” I quickly defended her, but he cut me off, shaking me as if I was a ragdoll.“And you?” he snarled, struggling to stand only to crash back down. “What the hell am I supposed to do with you, ha? I need an heir, not a fucking brother to compete with!”He growled, shaking his head as he hid them in his hands. The agonizing sound of pain and despair made my heart shudder in my chest. I wanted to reach out and comfort him but was scared to. I’d never seen him like this. In so much pain and agony. And yet---He looked ready to kill!I was scared…Really, really scared…!He suddenly paused, as if he’d just been stuck with the most brilliant idea. Chuckling darkly, his attention returned to me and I realized somethi
15 years ago…Dragan’s POVI gaped in horror as I watched the knife come down…Again!And again!She stabbed him more times than I cared to count. I watched as she stabbed him in the back over and over again. She wasn’t strong enough to make the cuts deep, but I see it was hurting him – badly!My mother…I didn’t understand what was going on. I didn’t know mates could hurt each other, but--- I’d just seen my father fucking a slut.Deliberately hurting his mate…!And now---I was watching my mother killed my father!He fell flat on his face and my mother finally stopped attacking him. She stumbled a little, dropping the knife in the process. But she quickly regained her composure and did a quick perimeter scan. She didn’t see me and with one hand clutching her chest, she ran toward the packhouse.Without thinking I jumped down from the rock I’d been lying on