5 - The Black Sheep of the Family

-Diva-

I didn't know how I could be trapped in this situation.

Stuck in this huge bedroom and forced to mate to Demon Anwir.

All my life, I had always remembered that I would remember my happy thoughts when I was in this situation.

Antara was my only happy thought.

Because I was the black sheep of the family, I didn't know that Antara had the guts to go to Sabbatical Valley or even hell to look for Demon Akheron to free me from my long-life miseries.

Since he was gone for three years and I didn't know where his soul was, now I wanted to calm myself by remembering how he had been so good for all my life.

He took good care of me since I was five and he was four. I was hiding under his blanket and he whispered,

"My Diva, you're safe here with me. I'll protect you forever. No matter what."

Then there were times when I found out that my father cheated on my stepmom when I was eleven years old and Antara was ten years old and that he just had his first shift as a werewolf. He finally could be sure that he was an alpha because Alphas turned earlier than mere werewolves as I did when I was fourteen.

When he was ten and he was so sure that I was his Luna because he had been dreaming about me, he kissed me on my forehead and promised again,

"I'm an alpha, and you're my Luna, forever." 

If I was trapped forever in this huge bedroom, I had all my life to re-live Antara's memory that I had so much. My happy thoughts, my alpha, my everything. The only male wolf I wanted to mate with.

I reminisced the days I had when Antara was always there as I didn’t know if I could call him a best friend or not. I was so afraid to think that way because he came from the richest clan in Liberty City.

We might be living in the same neighborhood, but we were different. If Antara’s house was a house only for the Alpha’s family and he had the clan’s houses surrounding his, mine was a house housing three generations of werewolves.

We, the Serene clan, lived in a big house that had the first generation who turned into werewolves surviving the pandemic. It was grandpa’s generation with his wife. At the age of 85, he said that he was tired of shifting to werewolves so he refused to shift and died as a human.

His wife wasn’t my grandmother. My biological grandmother passed away when I was three.

My biologist grandmother had cancer, the COVID-19 virus weakened her already weak body, and the werewolf virus killed her slowly when her weak body had to get through the process of bones cracking to change into a werewolf.

That was survival to the fittest.

Only those who fit to be werewolves could survive until the year 2055, the year today. I was born when everyone was already a werewolf. Thus I couldn’t imagine the lives of mere humans.

What were they doing when they live without their wolf forms? What were they doing at night? And how was the earth outside the Liberty City, besides Sabbatical Valley and hell? Did demons always wonder and kill werewolves outside Liberty City? I couldn’t imagine the world without werewolves and demons.

Grandpa said that at that time, before COVID-19, before Demon Ahriman brought demons from hell, and before Demon Akheron spread the werewolf virus, the earth had the same horror with wars and famine between countries.

We had too many mouths to feed and too little source of food. Grandpa said that it was the necessary evil for the sake of the future of humankind, now werewolf kind.

But I believed, we were in the same shit. Before the werewolves, humans had been facing horror. Now, they faced horror with different faces. Sadness and sorrow never left, they only changed faces.

Like I faced the same horror for all my life. It came in the shape of people who took advantage of me.  While I was struggling to make the ends meet for them and kept the family stick together.

This family was all I had left, so I tried to work hard for them in the demons’ club as a waitress. The demons loved my appearance as the blondie with a lean body, and innocent face which too young for my age.

I might be already 25, but they had mistaken me for being 15. I always had to show my ID whenever there was a mischievous demon told me that I was too young to be a waitress.

It was just a way to throw me to the street that later that mischievous demon would snatch me outside the club and make me his pet. I could never imagine if that happened.

But that unfortunate event would never happen because Antara’s pack always kept an eye on me. If Antara was out speeding and betting with his sports car, the modified fastest car that could beat any werewolf or demon’s car, at least Beta Bryan from the Edmund clan would keep an eye for me.

If Beta Bryan from the Edmund clan also was out doing business, Antara always had his Omega, Delta, Salutary, Sentinel, Hunters, Scouts, and Guardians. Anyone from his Sommerset clan or his other clans in his pack who lived behind his big house.

The club where I worked practically filled in with Antara’s pack. At least half of the total occupancy in the club was occupied by Antara’s pack. The demon who owned the club knew exactly why his club was always full. It was because of Antara’s pack, the richest in Liberty City always hung around in the club.

The demon knew exactly that I was the reason the club was alive thus he didn’t want to disturb me or he would have to face the whole Antara’s pack that consisted of many strong clans.

The Demon who owned the club was the cousin of Demon Anwir. 

Demon Anwir must have seen me when I was working in the club. Thus he wanted me like this, here ... in this huge bedroom.

I worked day and night in the demons' club. It was the perks of being strong werewolves, we didn't easily get exhausted so we could work for days without rest. 

With the money from waitressing, I could feed my family and pay for the mortgage of the house my family lived in. 

As I said, I was the black sheep of the family. I was proud enough to keep my family together without being thrown off to the Sabbatical Valley and eaten by the hideous demons.

If Antara could, he could take me and give me all the luxuries he had. But he knew he’d be torturing me who wanted to stand on my two sometimes four feet.

That was how Antara knew me too well. I was an independent woman who tried to survive by herself. What he did was just take care of me from afar.

This also was because he respected my father who was his sports car mechanic. My grandpa might be rich, but not my father. He was a mechanic before the pandemic, after the werewolf virus came, he became a stronger and smarter mechanic.

Thus in the end Antara welcomed him in his pack to be his private mechanic. There, my father remarried for the third time with his recent mistress. She was the reason my stepmom and my little sister despised me.

They both said that because of me, they had to get through a miserable life without a husband for my stepmom and without a father for my half little sister – my father.

Another reason Antara took my father into his pack was that he tried to keep an eye on my father who was famous for being rude to me. My father loved to yell at me whenever it was about his mistress. With my father living with Antara’s pack, my father couldn’t be rude to me anymore.

He would think twice about losing his job which could feed his recent wife and his two stepdaughters. Thus, my father finally knew how to act normal to me. And I was just glad at least one of my people who tortured me, could finally act normal.

It was the simple thing I asked my people, to act normal. As no matter how badly they treated me, I always considered them as my family. I hoped in the end, we could be a peaceful family because there were real threats out there so we needed to stick together.

The threats were the demons. 

So subtly, Antara and his pack always had my back and kept an eye on me.

But not this time. Because they thought that I had a vacation with Antara, who was actually Demon Anwir.

I was stolen by Demon Anwir who used Antara’s body, and they didn’t know that Antara wasn’t Antara.

If only I could tell them how to see through Antara now, and they could see the glamour that Demon Anwir had on Antara's body. I guessed it was only me that Demon Anwir wanted me to see him as he was.

If he was in full disguise, he would let me see only Antara’s dark brown eyes, instead of Demon Anwir’s glowing gold cat’s eyes.

And I didn’t know what his intention was, to tell me that he wasn’t Antara, that he was Demon Anwir.

My guts said that he wanted to see if I could love him for who he was. A demon.

A demon tried to be loved?

That’s new.

Night had come again when I saw through the big window that practically showed the whole thing inside this huge bedroom.  I didn’t know how long I had passed out because of the exhaustion I had after the multiple orgasms Demon Anwir forced my body to have.

Still, at this moment I was grateful that Moon Goddess still blessed me.

From what I read in the library – yeah I was also a nerd who loved werewolf stories – about the werewolves before the COVID-19 pandemic, before Demon Ahriman broke loose from hell and brought the demons to slaughter humankind, and before Demon Akherom spread the werewolf virus, werewolves in the stories and folklores were separated from their humans' bodies.

It was like they had two different personalities and they couldn’t shift whenever they wanted. If those kinds of werewolves were true, I couldn’t imagine the chaos brought in this very moment.

That each full moon we had to shift to wolves and surrender to our wolves' side, would be so much troublesome.

I thank Moon Goddess and Demon Akheron for making us werewolves to be able to shift whenever we needed to, to fight the demons, to defend ourselves.

I was so grateful that at this very moment of the full moon, I didn’t have to shift if I didn’t want to.

I didn’t have to run under the full blue moon, but the only dangerous thing was my body was ready to mate.

And I didn’t know what to do since Antara wasn’t here. I usually touched myself and be done with the urge.

My hunch said that Demon Anwir didn’t want to lose the opportunity to have me tonight. As he knew exactly what happened to werewolves during the full moon, the urge to run, or the urge to mate.

And with that, I heard the door open and there he was, Antara's body but with glowing gold cat's eyes. Under the blue moon, I could see his glowing eyes as bright as the sun.

They were like the full moon so bright in the middle of the night sky.

I was afraid I might be falling for him because I couldn’t resist Antara's body.

In this prison, the only thing I could do to make myself sane was re-living Antara's memories I had from 3 years ago. Before I had to get through my living hell life by myself in his absence.

But he spoke,

“Divandriya, have you awakened yet? Here the waiters bring you food.”

Behind Demon Anwir's body, I heard the sound of carts pushed. Then there came three waiters who brought in three carts of dinner.

The food practically could feed the whole of Antara's pack. It was so weird that Demon Anwir spoiled me like that.

I had to remind myself that I wouldn’t develop any Stockholm Syndrome over him. It might be bad that I couldn’t go back to where I used to be with the real Antara.

Still, I hoped he'd come back from hell and we could be together to have our happy ending. I had been the black sheep of my family, at least Antara was my way of buying my happiness.

That should succeed. I might be in a hopeless situation, but I had to be ambitious with my wishes so I could reach my happiness.

“Eat, Divandriya! I'm gonna take a shower. “

Demon Anwir ordered me around after the waiters left the room and indeed I was starving because of the exhaustion of having multiple orgasms. I walked to the sofa and grabbed a lamb chop and ate it like a stray.

He lifted the edge of his lips and felt disgusted.

I did that on purpose. If he was disgusted with me, then he wouldn’t take me as his mate. Though my body longed to be ravaged, let alone see Antara's body without any she-wolf near.

That magnificent tall body needed company. And I hated myself for thinking that way.

My misery hadn’t ended yet when Demon Anwir got into the bedroom, took off his sleek white shirt and black pants, and walked around in the bathroom naked as I could see clearly through the clear glass window.

I could see his towering body, firm muscles, chiseled eight packs stomach, and his hanging length. He was the true definition of Greek statues that I always read in the library. The history of mankind before the days of Demon Ahriman brought chaos to earth.

I had never seen Antara's body so majestic like that as I had only three times mated with him before he went to Sabbatical Valley to find Demon Akheron. Maybe it was because of the body owned by Demon Anwir at the moment, the master of disguise.

His power was said to be best and the highest when it was about impersonating others, including making the disguise looked better than the real person who was being impersonated

Yes, indeed. What Antara and I had wasn’t mere lust, we were mates in our hearts as we had been together all our lives.

But it was different now when I saw this Antara's body. I suddenly felt the urge to mate with him so bad.

Maybe because it was the Demon who occupied his body. Sex was always the demon's doing, and I was trapped in it.

So I watched him taking a shower while eating the lamb chop. He suddenly realized that I was watching him.

His eyes didn’t even scatter from seeing only me. He grabbed his length and rubbed them.

I felt aroused. So I put back the lamb chop on its plate and licked, sensually sucked my whole fingers while tasting the leftover sauce like it was Antara's body.

Demon Anwir turned off the shower and stepped slowly to the jacuzzi and then sit on the edge of it so I could still see his whole body with the length in his right hand.

He began to stroke it, slowly, and he took his saliva on his palm in a manner that could kill all she-wolves to be his slave.

This was it, I finally saw how a demon made his prisoner his pet or slave.

It was indeed intoxicating and tempting.

He touched himself while his eyes never left mine, and I touched myself as well. I even took off my sleeping robe and let my body be exposed with hard nipples and an inviting core between my legs. I opened my legs so wide he could see me. Though I knew that he could see me so clearly even in the dark with glowing gold cat's eyes.

Every inch of my body, he could see me closely with those demonic eyes which worked like a magnifying glass. 

I stroke mine as he stroke his.

We didn’t leave sight of each other. He touched himself like he was mating with me.

I was sure, it was the demon's hypnosis and I didn’t care, it felt so good until I reached my climax along with his shot of some liquid.

Then that's just that. He went back to the shower, washed away the sweat he had just had, dried his body, and wore his suit. Then just left me alone without touching me tonight.

I fell asleep on the couch naked.

And when I woke up the next morning, there was a blanket covering my body.

Then there was something new, a note.

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Eat, get some rest, and drink a lot.

You have to gain your strength

to be able to accept me completely.

-Anwir-

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And here I thought I could ask him to free me a bit. It just became worst. So I curled under the blanket and I saw an erotica book next to the note.

He knew I loved to read, but why it should be an erotica story?

He tried to brainwash me.

-to be continued-