Their Arrival

Celine POV

The shouting has me turn, and I see the Pack’s Luna walking in the shadow of Alpha Dale, her expression unreadable. I can't help but wonder about the identity of the man Beta Noah is dragging.

“Throw him in a cell,” Alpha Dale calls out, his face a mask of rage. His eyes snap towards me, and I flinch back. He laughs slightly at my reaction. “Just putting the dirty demons where they belong. He deserves to rot in those cells for attacking me,” Alpha Dale laughs menacingly. “Move it, mutt!” He shouts, and I nod.

I rush through the grounds and follow Beta Noah and the others back to the cells, but I don't go inside of them. I hide around the corner.

I’m late feeding the prisoners, which means I’m late eating as well. Not that I can do much about that right now. I don’t want to go in while Beta Noah is in there, so I wait, hiding around the corner of the building until I see the Luna walk out. I stay here, waiting for him to leave. Ten minutes later, I hear the door and watch him step out.

The air is thick with tension as I cower behind the wall, the echoes of Beta Noah's furious shouts reverberating in the air

“Mutt, you can’t hide from me,” he shouts while laughing.

“I just came for it,” I hear Beta Wayne.

“It’s hiding, apparently,” Beta Noah laughs, and I stay hidden around the corner, praying they don’t come this way and find me.

“I can smell it,” Beta Wayne says, and I hear him moving towards me. My eyes close, and I try to hide myself by making myself as small as possible. Curling up in a ball, I stay still, trying to make myself invisible.

“And here it is,” Beta Wayne laughs.

“Please don’t,” I beg and look at them as they drag me up from the floor.

Beta Noah moves and pulls the dress from my body, tearing it and leaving me naked.

My body tries to hide, as I hear one of the belts jingle as they unfasten it. I pull against their hold, and they push to the floor. I land hard and scream as the belt hits against my back before hitting my ass.

Screaming, I scramble to my knees to get up, only to feel one of them grab my hips. He thrusts into me and laughs.

“Once we’re done with you, Beta John and Alex want you,” Beta Wayne laughs. I fight against their grasp, but it is useless. I’m not strong enough to escape even one of them, let alone two. I also know that if I run, which I have done before, Alpha Dale has more Betas, and Gammas use me throughout the night to punish me and remind me that I'm theirs.

The pain from them using me causes me to pass out repeatedly. It’s strange. I thought the brothers used me. Living here, I realised they were careful and soft. They showed love for me.

Here, they get enjoyment out of seeing which one of them can make me cry the most or scream the loudest in pain. Each time I black out from the pain, I pray that when I wake, I'm alone; only when I wake a final time do I feel my body being carried. I'm so ready for Beta John and Alex to carry on what they started, so I'm shocked when I’m thrown down and land on the straw in my bed.

A hand strokes through my hair, and I jump, moving away from the bars—the man peers through the bars at me. “Come here,” he reaches through the bars, and I move further away. My arms wrap around my legs as I try to hide myself.

“Go to him,” Beta Wayne shouts. My head shakes, and I push myself back more.

“I won’t hurt you,” the man tries reaching me more.

“Mutt, go to him,” Beta Noah walks in, gripping my hair. He drags me up and throws me against the bar. The man growls loudly, and his hands grasp me.

I watch Beta Noah and Wayne walk off while laughing. My body tries to get out of the man’s hands. I feel his face settle into my neck. He breathes in deeply, and I hear his wolf growl.

My body shakes, and I stay still. My body is like a statue. I become the prey of a bear, trying to be as still as possible so I don’t anger the man.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I whisper, and feel his hands tighten on me as he inhales again. A rumble goes through his body. “Please, don’t hurt me,” I whimper, and tears fall down my cheeks.

“Release her!” I hear Alpha Dale shout. The hands that had once held me let go. My body falls to the floor, and I crawl away. “Go clean yourself up, Mutt. Alpha Lucas is here.” He looks at me, and my head shakes. I don’t want to. He steps into my cell, and my body backs up until it hits the wall.

His hand swings and hits me. “Go get cleaned up! Now!” As he shouts, the man next to me shifts and growls. Alpha Dale laughs. “Down, pup. I watch as he shoots the gun, and the man crumples to the floor and shifts back.

I’ve never seen any wolf shift back as quickly as when he uses that thing. It baffles me, but it’s like it locks away their wolf.

“Now!” Alpha Dale shouts, and I nod. Grabbing clothes and the small hand towel to dry myself with, I turn and begin walking out. At least I get to wash up more than once this week. That's the bonus to this, but I know after I have been with Alpha Lucas, I will want to bathe again. I won't be allowed; even if I ask, I know the answer will be no. It isn't like I'm using the showers or bath to be an inconvenience; I use the small lake.

Getting to the lake, I step into the water, grateful for the brief freedom from everyone here.