Chapter 20

TRIGGER WARNING. THIS CHAPTER MAY BE DISTURBING FOR SOME READERS.

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Berlin

After the worst and probably last breakfast I was ever going to have, Max dragged my still-stunned body to a lavish bedroom, which I guessed belonged to him due to the large, narcissistic 'M's carved into the wood of almost everything he owned. From the four-poster bed to the lamp which sat on an engraved bedside table, they were all inscribed with the same letter. The sight was so unsettling that I began to worry that he would carve the initial into me next. After all, I wouldn't be surprised in the least after "meeting" his collection of dead people.

When Max first told me to call Osias with his phone, I was utterly confused at his motive was behind it. It was obvious that he didn't plan on giving me up anytime soon, but I didn't dare ask him why he chose to do it. Maybe he really was crazy to the point where he didn't wrap his head around the fact that I could be found much easier if he contacted the one person that I knew wanted me back the most.

Even so, I couldn't help but cry when I heard the sound of his voice from across the phone line. It didn't make me happy like I thought that it would, but actually made my heart feel as if it was being tugged from my chest string by string. With every word that Osias spoke in his deep, velvety voice, I felt myself breaking down even more. By the end of the phone call I felt so broken and helpless that I contemplated begging Max to just end me, but of course I didn't.

I wouldn't end the life of my perfect little baby growing inside of me before they even got to experience it. If anything I would fight to the death for them, my only ray of happiness in a place that was nothing but hell.

For the past few hours I was curled up in a little ball on the floor, my hands stroking the tiny bump on my tummy gently as I whispered soothing words to my growing pup.

I told them outlandish stories of princes and princesses, and all about their daddy, the amazing Alpha Osias. I whispered words of love to them as well, allowing the ghost of a smile to grace my lips when I introduced myself as their mommy, one that would always cherish and love them to the fullest. The thought of Osias and I's pup electrified me in such a pleasurable way, jump-starting my will to live when I was at my lowest.

My head snapped up when the door whipped open to reveal a shirtless Max. I winced at the sight of him, his entire body covered in a red substance that I instantly recognized as blood. It was mostly in his light brown hair, creating dark clumps in some places that dripped onto his face and chest. However despite his lethal appearance, his lips held the same gaily morbid smile that sent white-hot fear throughout my body, reminding me that this was not, in fact, the mate that I once had but instead a cheap imitation.

"Well don't you look absolutely fetching!" he took no time in walking over to my spot on the floor and crouching down, carelessly prying my hands from my naked tummy and replacing them with his own bloody ones. I had to force back the tears that welled up in my eyes when he touched such an important place on my body. I wanted to shove him as far away as possible and make sure he never touched me again, but I knew that doing such a thing would only anger him and probably end with even more criss-crossing lashes across my back.

I couldn't help the one tear that escaped my right eye when I saw his expression. It was purely malicious and obsessive, not a hint of positivity to be found amongst the evil that glinted in his eyes. Max let out a sardonic laugh when he saw the lone tear, leaning over to lick it off of my skin. I shivered at the action, but not at all in a pleasurable way.

"Stop crying!" he snarled, yanking my head back by my long hair so that I was forced to look up at him. "You're having my baby. You should feel honored that I kept a whore like you around for so long. If it wasn't for my pup, I would've killed you a long time ago." he spat before dropping my head back onto the hardwood with a loud thump and standing up from his crouched position. I whimpered when the impact caused me to bite my tongue harshly, but that was nothing compared to the terror that coursed through my blood when he whipped back around to stare at me through narrowed eyelids from the sound I made.

The demon smacked his lips, licking at the blood around them as he slowly lowered himself back down to a crouching level. "Do you not want to have my child, you little slut?" he hissed, once again yanking my hair back. The muscles in his sharp jaw were taut, and I could very easily tell that he was pissed off beyond belief by the cold inflection of his harsh voice.

All of this from a little whimper. Goddess, he must be really insecure.

A sudden shock of courage coursed through me when the ridiculous question slid off of his tongue, although I instantly regretted my action. He moved his face down almost to be parallel with mine on the ground and without a moment of contemplation, I spit in his eye.

My eyes widened when my own bold action registered in my mind and I began to back away from him as fast as possible. His eyes were filled with what I could only describe as unadulterated rage as he stalked towards me, the blood covering his sinewy body making him seem so much scarier. When my back hit the cold wall I really began to panic, tears bursting free from their restraints when I began to beg pathetically.

"P-p-please! Im s-sorry!" I screamed out when he grabbed me with a growl, throwing me across the room. I thrashed in the air, my breath caught in my throat as the chill of the air whooshed past my skin. Although I braced myself for a hard landing against the wall, I was pleasantly surprised when my back hit the soft duvet on top of Max's bed. I closed my eyes with a loud sob when I felt the smooth fabric underneath my body, sending a quick 'thank you' up to the Goddess for protecting both me and my unborn pup from possible injury.

But my happiness was short-lived when I felt Max's heavy body press down on top of my naked one. I couldn't do anything but sob and beg for him to stop when he began to rub himself against me in a manner he probably thought of as erotic. I laid limp beneath him as blood smeared from his chest to mine, covering my skin in the red liquid. I knew that I couldn't defend myself or push him off. Heck, I wasn't even strong enough to push a middle-rank, let alone a former Alpha.

However, when I saw him begin to pull down his sweatpants and boxers, I tried my hardest to push him away. I was desperate, hyperventilating underneath him as he pinned me down against the covers. Of course my attempts of escape were useless, and within thirty seconds of struggling I was completely worn out.

"Stay the fuck still, you little bitch. I'll SHOW you who owns you." he growled out, stroking his monstrously large member while he stared down at me with a look of demented hunger. At that moment, I felt just like a bunny being hunted by the big bad wolf.

Helpless and headed for certain doom.

I sobbed hard into the dirty pillows when Max flipped me over, spreading me open for his own viewing pleasure. I clenched the sheets so earnestly that my knuckles began to turn white and bit my lip so hard that I felt little droplets of blood trail down my chin.

There was a twisted groan of pleasure from Max and a scream of pain from my parched throat when he entered me, forcing himself deep inside of me without a hint of remorse. I wasn't given a moment to adjust, instead he immediately began thrusting hard - harder than I've ever experienced in my life. It felt as if I was being ripped in two right down the middle. My pain was increased due to the fact that because Max was not my mate anymore, my body didn't respond the same way. In short I didn't self-lubricate, meaning that I was forced to take him raw.

I screamed out, begging with all of my heart for him to stop with each movement, but my only response from him was a loud laugh and a deep groan as he pushed me into the mattress. I laid there immobile, tears streaming rivers down my cheeks while he moaned and groaned above me. My tear-filled eyes caught sight of the duvet, and I choked on my sob when I saw that it was soaked in blood, although I couldn't even tell whether it was from Max's body or me. I would bet on the latter.

I closed my eyes and finally gave up the struggle, sobbing silently to myself as my body rocked and jolted harshly against the covers. At least I wasn't getting whipped, something that could hurt my little ray of sunshine as well. I was able to slip my hand between my tummy and the sheets as I cried, burying my face into a pillow and reminding myself what I had to live for.

My baby.

I had to be a good mommy for my baby, no matter what. I'd stand this one hundred times over if it meant the safety of my little pup.

It seemed like forever until Max finally finished with the most sadistic sound I'd ever heard. I felt so dirty, so disgusting.

So used.

I wouldn't have been surprised if Osias didn't wanted anything to do with me after this. After all, one of the most sacred of things between mates was now tainted. He'd never want to make love to me again, probably not even want to touch me.

I rubbed the small baby bump on my tummy as Max pulled away from me, and it didn't take long for me to cry myself to sleep, covered in blood, dirt, and semen.

I guess the Goddess has never really been on my side.

Osias

We almost emptied out the arsenal of guns that belonged to the pack, as well as my own personal collection. After Ortiz was able to identify the location of the telephone signal, we immediately arranged for every single warrior to be called on-duty. We dolled out a quick but full-proof plan to each and every one of my men. It was simple, but would definitely work due to the mere fact that I had almost three-hundred of my warriors dead-set on saving their Luna.

That's what I truly loved about my pack. Each and every one of them loved Berlin to the fullest, even though he was technically not officially their Luna as of yet. Sheer determination to get Berlin back shone in their eyes, and I was informed upon the warrior's arrival that a similar fire was also eminent in the members back home.

They were already preparing for Berlin's return, especially his dad, brothers, Benji, and his two friends that were still in critical condition. His Papa however, tore himself away from his mate for the sake of his son and Luna, joining the warriors in the fight to rescue him.

Throughout the time I waited for the warrior's arrival, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that left eerie goosebumps in its wake. I knew something was wrong, even though I couldn't exactly put my finger on it. I knew that Berlin was not okay for a fact, but there was something much deeper, much more sinister that fed through our meager mating link that made me want to slit someone's throat.

My warriors stood before me on the front lawn of the vacation Pack House as I scanned them over, met with some new faces mixed in among the old. The pack was coming together well, even the warriors from the assimilated pack all fighting for the same cause. It gave me a sense of hope to know that they all loved Berlin so much. We'd need as much help as we could get trying to save him from that crazy bastard.

Who knew what he could have up his sleeve?

"My warriors, I thank you for being here today. We have an important mission ahead of us, and I will be fighting right alongside all of you to get our Luna - and my mate - back." There was a chorus of cheers that rose up from the large crowd of Warrior men, with a sprinkle of our most skilled women among them. I couldn't help but smile at their enthusiasm. I decided to leave out that Berlin was pregnant with their Alpha heir, as that would undoubtedly create chaos. The last thing I need at a time like this.

"We will depart shortly, please make sure that each of you carries extra ammunition and wears a bullet-proof vest when in human form during battle. It is extremely important that you remain safe throughout this mission." I paused for a moment, allowing the soft muttering of the crowd to die down before continuing. "Proceed to the vans if you are going in human form, and the rest of you should go get a head start." I instructed, using my full Alpha tone and watching as the crowd dispersed. Half of them climbed into the black, heavily tinted vans that lined the side of the street for what looked like blocks, while the other half strapped their guns and vests to a belt before shifting and darting off through the trees.

I prepared to join the ones running through the trees, strapping on my belt before securing my necessities for kicking some ass onto it. I had a three guns on me, two more than the rest of the warriors. That was only because I planned on taking out Max myself, and it might end up being more than a notion to achieve. It's always better to be safe than sorry.

I jogged towards the rest of my pack as they prepared to leave, although a sight in the corner of my eye caused me to pause for a quick moment. I smirked to myself at the sight of Corey and Ortiz as they hid in an offhand alcove of the house. They were in the middle of a passionate embrace, Corey with his arms around Ortiz's waist while a smaller Ortiz stood on his tip-toes to connect his lips with his mate's. Corey's hand was underneath Ortiz's shirt, causing it to rise up and reveal part of his abdomen. It was a cute sight that I could easily tease Ortiz with later, but it definitely not the time for them to start fucking on the side of the house.

"Hey! Let's go, you two." I scolded, unable to hold back a chuckle when Ortiz harshly pushed Corey away, grumbling something about not actually being a 'queer' and stalked out of their hide-out spot. Corey simply laughed lowly, shaking his head and followed after his rebellious little mate.

I wasted no time in bypassing the couple, jumping right back into high-gear as I shifted mid-run and darted into the trees. York's black paws hit the ground in a steady pace and he easily caught up with the rest of the warriors, high-tailing it to the front of the group where my assistant Sam was leading in my place. I sent her a 'thank you' through our mind link before assuming the leading spot among the warriors.

The wind ripped through York and I's fur as we ran with our pack, more ready than ever to slice up some evil bastards.

I could only hope that our little Angel and beautiful, unborn pup were unharmed.

But if they were, Max wouldn't know what the fuck hit him.

With that, I sent a single promise up to the Goddess, praying that she would let Berlin hear.

'I'm coming for you, my love. Don't be afraid. Hang in there.'