Chapter 4 Emma

“Emma, ​​don’t look back and don’t stop, as long as you have the strength, run as far as you can,” her mother, holding her hands, said with her last strength.

Emma cried looking at the young woman, whose once golden hair was red with blood, as was her body.

She was disfigured and unrecognizable, and her father was dead, along with Alpha and the other members of the pack, if anyone survived, it wouldn’t be for long.

She remembered when she arrived in the pack, together with Elena, who was an omega from her pack, who had taken care of her since birth, and masked Emma’s scent from Alpha into the omega protecting the little girl.

She was the only child of her parents and they lived together with her grandfather, who was the former Alpha of the Moon Pack, because her father took over the leadership, of course, but when Emma was born, her existence shouldn’t be known because of the prophecy from a witch, who was killed by Emma’s grandfather had said on her deathbed.

So Emma became an omega, and lived as such for eighteen long years, together with Elena, another mother.

In “Shadow Pack”, which was the name of her parents’ pack, everyone was trained to fight, both men and women, and everyone was treated equally, and Omegas.

Even though she was trained as an Alpha, nothing could prepare her for what was waiting for her.

It was one of those nights when the pack went hunting and celebrated with a big barbecue.

Of course, Emma helped in the kitchen, as usual, and later joined the celebration together with Elena. It was not so big Pack together with Alfa and Luna and she was pregnant, which was another reason to celebrate.

Only when they relaxed with music and socializing, did a howl break through the air out from the forest and while they were thinking about what was happening, the bodies of those who didn’t have time for shifting were already falling around, while the rest only could hear the growling of fighters from the pack, in battle with the enemy.

While Elena dragged me towards the hiding place, I could see a powerful apparition, in human form, that was standing far away and looking at me with its gray, cold eyes, revealing deep hatred. His black hair was half long, and his strong body was moving quickly toward us.

Elena placed me against my will in a secret room in the kitchen, threatening me that I shouldn’t go out until after midnight when I turn 18, because then I’m finally safe, she claimed.

I didn’t feel safe, nor did I want to remain a coward, hiding while the others fought for me.

I grabbed the handle, trying to prevent her from closing the door, but she just looked at me imploringly and whispered; “Forgive me, my Luna”, when I felt a strong blow that caused my eyes to see black.

I don’t know how long I was curled up in the small room, but the pain that woke me up had nothing to do with my head, but with my heart, yes.

I felt as if someone tore my heart from my chest and I could no longer hear my parents in my head, but I still felt the connection with Elena, but much weaker...

I screamed to myself, frustrated, and broke the door and ran after Elena’s scent. Then I found her.....

I’d been running for half an hour, but the voices didn’t stop. I know they’re behind me and while I pour tears, I’m asking the Goddess to give me the strength to endure the midnight and wake up my wolf, Stone, because I needed to transform for my birthday, I don’t know why, but probably because I lived as an omega for a very long time.

My thoughts did not last long because a strong blow threw me far away, into a tree, as his grey eyes pierced mine and strong hands held my neck.

“I got you, finally,” a deep voice said while mocking me.

I was shaking, feeling that I was surrounded by only evil, which was radiating from the person in front of me, but my hope was awake than by my wolf Stone who I heard in my head.

“I wouldn’t if I were you,” he laughed and injected something into my neck.

“Wolfsbane, something that will keep your wolf away, and keep you alive long enough for me to do things to you that will make you wish I had killed you immediately, but what kind of pleasure would that be for revenge?“

He got himself in my face, hitting me, so hard, that I felt dizzy. The pain I felt was terrible and unbearable, I could not move even though I heard voices around me until I became aware that I was in a dungeon, chained in the X shape.

I was hanging from the ceiling to the floor, and I could only touch it with my toes, which were already bloody.

I could hear the screams of other women and girls from my pack, while they were tortured and raped by the savages who captured us enjoying their screams.

I was sick, knowing what was waiting for me, but whatever happened, I would not allow anyone the pleasure of breaking me, never, I thought when I saw him in front of the cell door.

He was naked.

For the first time in my life, I felt true fear, disgust, and regret at the same time, knowing what kind of fate awaited me.

He opened the door, and they weren’t even locked, because Wolfsbane was holding me in chains, and I was no match for him.

He tore the clothes off me in one move, leaving me naked, looking at me lustfully and with hatred. He picked me up and pinned me against the wall, wrapped my legs around him, holding my thighs tightly.

He thrust himself hard into me, trying to put that whole, big thing in me that I was out of breath.

Tears automatically blinded me from the pain while his movements were strong and wild, and because of his size, he was tearing me from the inside, causing terrible pain in the lower part of my body, as if someone was tearing me apart.

I didn’t give him the pleasure of screaming, he couldn’t hear anything except my painful breaths, which made him even angrier and he became, even more, rougher, while his torture and experience on me lasted the whole night, so that I no longer felt either myself or my body.

I was raped in all possible ways, cut across the body, beaten...

“Get rid of the little bitch, along with the others,” I barely heard His disgusting voice, but the smell of his sweat mixed with my blood overpowered me.

He was right, it would be better that he had killed me immediately.