The Beta's Salvation

SKY POVLuckily, the remainder of the three-hour car ride had been painless. Neo had remained silent, no doubt sulking over the fact I wasn't jumping for joy at being dragged back to the pack, and I had imagined hundreds of ways I could kill my big brother. Things had always been like this between us. I was the annoying little sister he never wanted and certainly didn't ask for; he was my big brother. Who, until I left, I had idolised and wanted to spend every minute with. My father and I were close growing up, and I did not doubt that if I had gone to him and told him about Z being my mate and Neo's offer, he would have kicked Neo's ass and demanded we be allowed to find our way. But honestly, the second Z paused even for a second to contemplate my brother's offer... I was done. I knew my worth! At least I did back then!"I truly do just want what is best for you Sky!" Neo relented as we pulled up to the packhouse. Scoffing, I turned to look at him through strained eyes and nodded

SKY POVI took the stairs slowly; thanks to the wine, my legs were a little more shaky than I would have liked. 'Lightweight', I teased myself as I reached the top floor and had to use a wall to steady myself feeling weak from the lack of food, sleep and long ass drive. Approaching my old room, I took a deep breath and paused before entering."I am not sure what to expect anymore," I admitted to Evie, not expecting an answer; after all, I had been horrid of late. I didn't want to come home, but now I am..." I let the sentence drift off because I wasn't sure I wanted to admit that I found myself caught up in a mix of emotions. I was enjoying the nostalgia, but with it came the pain of betrayal and doubt."Maybe Neo has turned my room into a gym. Or a sex dungeon." I mused with a scoff."Lord knows he needs some kind of relief," Evie added with a grunt herself."Did you just crack a joke?" I asked my usually shy wolf, amusement lacing my question."No. I was being serious." She laughed,

Zeke POV "So, how was it?" I asked, knowing my sister May had been out with a 'friend' last night. I had meant to call her first thing, but with Sky's arrival, I had gotten a little sidestepped."It doesn't matter now." She muttered. However, I got the distinct feeling it did. She had agreed to go on a date with a guy, and I knew last night was the big night despite her trying to hide it from me; I had heard about it through the grapevine."You mean, the man you pay to watch her?" Payne grunted."Yes." I replied unbothered. I didn't like that she had hit 'that age' when dating was not just socially acceptable... but expected. She was all the family I had, and I wanted to wrap her up in cotton wool, mainly to save me from having to break pack members' legs for mistreating her. "Z." She moaned, letting me know I was not paying attention. "Sorry." I chuckled and returned to doing my big brother duties of listening to her recount her disastrous date. And like every big brother who had

SKY POVA dull throb started to knot between my legs as I waited for my conditioner to wash out. I tried rolling my neck back and forth, hoping the water would ease my frustrations-."Like that will help!" Evie snorted somewhat aggressively. "There is only one thing that will relieve the persistent hunger growing inside you," she added with a scoff."Fuck it." I whined as I slowly slid one hand down my burning flesh. "Is the shower really this hot?" I moaned, checking it quickly, only to hear Evie chuckle like a clown. "It's you." She laughed as my hands continued their trail down my suddenly scorching body and between my legs to the source of my irritation. Reluctantly deciding to finish what I had started, and Z found so amusing. I touched my bare pussy for just a moment, relishing the thrill of Z potentially knocking on the door again and catching me in the act. "Maybe he will join us!" Evie called out to me from the back of my mind. Although, her voice was barely audible over th

Neo POV Sitting in the dim light of my room, the only glow came from my laptop screen, flickering images of discipline and control from a site not known to the softer souls of our world. "Reform and Remold," the website promised, a place for werewolf alphas to send their wayward sisters, daughters, and female pack members to learn obedience, far from the forgiving eyes of their families. The camp, masked as a reformatory institute, was nothing short of a prison, its programs designed not to nurture but to break.As I scrolled through the testimonials, a twisted part of me lit up with a perverse satisfaction. The descriptions of the camp's regimen detailed a tortuous journey through rigorous physical trials that pushed the inhabitants to their limits, breaking them down to rebuild them as submissive members of their packs. Mentally, the training was even harsher, with techniques that bordered on psychological warfare, stripping them of any defiance or personality traits deemed undesir