Lesley's POV
The day I turned 14, my wolf surfaced. And everything changed. I now could shift to my wolf form, but I also now could become marked with a male-wolf scent. It kinda goes a little something like this: any mature she-wolf who sleeps with a male wolf will get his scent. If that male wolf is an alpha it means she is his! Marked with scent! Not marked and mated! That's only for the mate. In other words, if my uncle went along and did whatever his fucked up mind called whatever the fuck, he was doing to me, it would be as good as a written confession that he was breaking the law! And although child-protective services and women's rights are a bit outdated in the werewolf society, we still protect those too young to defend themselves. He would be forced to step down as alpha. Because--- werewolf law, bitches!
I honestly was looking forward to the day. In my mind, only one of two things could happen. One: he would stop and leave me the hell alone, or two: he would continue, get arrested and we'd lose our alpha. Sure, that would leave us at the mercy of our neighboring packs, but I didn't care. I didn't care if it was option one or two. Heck, I didn't even care if I was would be at the mercy of some strange pack. ANYTHING was better than this.
But unfortunately, my uncle had 4 years to plan in advance.
I was called into the guest bedroom once again. To my surprise, I saw Dean sitting on the bed. My heart sank. What the---?!
Judging from the expression in his eyes, he was just as surprised as I was.
"You're a big girl now, sweetheart," I heard my uncle say, earning both of our attention. He was sitting in the corner of the room; his hands resting on the armchair and legs casually crossed. A smirk on his face, making his otherwise straight face look like something from IT! A chill ran down my spine. What the hell was going on here?!
"No.," I heard Dean mutter behind me, while he slowly got up from the bed. He shook his head, backing away from us. His face was pale and panic was written all over it. I think Dean figured it out before I did. I mean--- How the fuck was I supposed to figure this sick pig out?
"Mate her!"
My heart sank. He used his alpha voice. He commended Dean to.!
The next thing I knew, Dean's shaking hands were grabbing my arm and pulling me close to him. In only a matter of seconds, he'd ripped my clothes off and threw me on the bed.
I screamed, trying to pull away. What---?! Why would my uncle---? But as everything inside me turned and twisted with fear and pain, I already knew the answer to that question: Because he liked it! Because that's the kind of man, my uncle was.
I quickly jumped up, ready to fight back. To my surprise and somewhat relief, Dean had stopped. He looked like he was fighting to gain control over his own will. Over his wolf! I gave him 'A' for effort. But an Omega can't resist an Alpha's command.
"Think of her," my uncle suddenly continued in the same deep, animalistic voice. "As your mate!"
The second he said that Dean's eyes turned completely black and I knew, he was in no way in control of his actions. I tried to fight it, but he was bigger and stronger. He even knew all my moves. It didn't take me long to realize, that it would all be over quicker if I didn't fight it.
So, I stopped fighting. Him, my uncle, my fate. I gave up. I knew I was never gonna let them see me broken, but that's when I stopped fighting it. I heard my wolf cry in my head. And that's the last time I heard from her.
"Good, my little omegas," my uncle said and got up, once Dean had finished. We were laying on the bed, next to each other. Both panting for air.
"Clean yourself up and get back to the attic," he continued, passing us like we were nothing but paintings on the wall. Just before he left the room, he turned to us again, with a satisfied smile: "And remember: this is our little secret!"
Fuck that Alpha voice! One day I'll strangle him with it!
Suddenly, I heard Dean sob. I looked over. His hands were covering his face and a tear ran down his face.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered gasping for air, unable to face me. "I couldn't."
He couldn't finish the sentence either before his throat closed up and more tears started to fall down his face. I watched him for a while. My soul was basically gone at this point. It was kinda ironic, that he was the one who told me never to show emotions almost 4 years ago. And now he was lying next to me crying because the exact same thing had happened to him that he told me not to cry about.!
I took a deep breath and hugged him. Or as much of a hug you can give when you're laying like this.
"I don't blame you," I whispered. I lied. I did want to blame him. For not being stronger. For not disobeying the alpha command. My uncle for misusing his power. My dad for dying. I wanted to blame so many people for this, but--- It wouldn't change. All I could do was to keep moving forward and keep smiling. Never let them know, that they got to me.
Dean placed his hand on mine but removed it quickly after. I was grateful for that. We didn't talk. He got up, showered, and left the room. I did the same, but when I got upstairs, Dean was gone. Later I learned, that he had run away and had become a rogue. When I heard, I locked myself in the janitor's closet at school and cried my heart out. I know what he'd done to me, but he was my true, only, and real best friend. Now, I was utterly and truly alone.
The morning after my uncle forced me to take "the morning after" pill. And soon I was popping those babies like candy! With Dean gone, my uncle would bring rogues, warriors, and whomever the shit crossed his path in the right way to the guest bedroom. Once a month he would force me to take a pregnancy test and get myself checked out. So far, I'd only had one STD which luckily was easily treated. But once the realization hit my uncle that I wasn't immune to so much dick, he finally instructed my 'soon-to-be-rapist' to use a condom. And I didn't fight them off either. I would just lie there and waited. From the corner of my eye, I could see my uncle help himself. His breath was shallow and his mouth slightly opened, as he caressed his stiff junk in a stern and steady rhyme.
I closed my eyes.
I did not need that picture stuck to my retina.
So why didn't I just run and leave this hell hole? HA! Like I didn't think of that every single fucking second of every single fucking day! I had been close to running away so many times. Like literary, life as a rogue was definitely better than this! Rogues were wolves without a pack, but they were dangerous because, without the link to the pack, they went mad – literally! But being crazy sounded way better than this--- But I couldn't get myself around to do it. This was my father's pack! Everything he worked so hard for, to protect and cherish. What he loved, almost as much as he loved his mate and kids. I just couldn't leave! I hated everything here and I hated what my uncle had turned this pack into, but I still couldn't leave. I felt like I would be abandoning them to a lifetime of misery. So, I condemned myself to a lifetime of misery.
Also, this time, my uncle left the guest bedroom once he was finished, instructing us not to tell anyone. My punishment was over and the man next to me – this time a pack warrior he wanted to punish too – panted next to me, confused as hell.
"I'm sorry," he said in utter and complete shock. They said that a lot. Sometimes I believed them – like this one. He seemed more like a one she-wolf kind of man and I'm pretty sure he's a virgin. Or was. Others just say sorry, because it's an icebreaker.
"I know," I mutter and got up, heading for the shower.
"Wait," he suddenly said getting up and turning to me. I turned to him, watching his confused face. "Is this.?" he started to ask but trailed off.
"Is this what? Normal?", I scoffed crossing my arms defensively in front of me. "For me, yes, but if you behave in the future, I'm sure you won't get punished again."
"You think this is funny?" he asked, disgust and venom dripping from his voice. He got up, towering over me like a dark, threatening power.
"Yes, I think this is hilarious," I sneered back, not afraid of the dark figure, whose face I would have forced myself to have forgotten by tomorrow. "No, you idiot! This is my punishment too, for breaking Trevor's nose. Now, if you'd excuse me, I want to wash you off, before I have to write a geography report that's due tomorrow!"
"I'm sorry," he said again, backing off and sitting down on the bed, looking all confused and helpless. "I---I don't know what to think."
He looked at me like I could give him some answer. Some help.
"Then don't," I told him like I told so many others before him. "I find that that helps in the long run."
And sadly, it was true!
