Alpha's sweet obsession

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Raymond POV

*Flashback to childhood*

My life wasn't too shitty growing up, but when I was turning 10, my dad was visiting his pack. Surprise, surprise, my dad is a werewolf none of us knew. The summer, his younger brother Damien was marrying his second chance mate. My dad left for the trip and visited family in Oregon for two weeks, but he never returned. Well, he did come back but only to say goodbye. The asshole found his mate. Apparently, my mother was never his mate, just a woman he liked well enough. After that, our lives changed into a f*****g mess for my siblings and me; plainly put, our home became our hell.

My big brother Daniel was then 12 years old, my little sister Nancy was 8, and my baby sister Aimee was 3½ years old. Daniel tried to protect us from our mother, broken beyond repair because of our dad's betrayal and abandonment. She handled it the way she saw fit by abusing us kids. Whenever her emotions were too much for her or whatever the reason was. For whatever, it didn't have to be a reason, really. Dan tried to protect us, but his main focus was to protect our baby sister Aimee. As a 3½-year-old, Aimee got hit anyways but not as often as us older kids. The worst that set our mother off was when she was out of cigarettes and didn't have money to buy new ones. Our father almost forgot about us and rarely sent any money at all.

I remember it as yesterday, waking up to being beaten with fists at 7 am; all I could think was, here we go again, just like yesterday. My mother is out of cigarettes; I need to steal some. So I'll be able to heal somewhat till the next beating. I was losing the feeling in my body except for the sense of something running down my back that could only be one thing, blood. My mom got tired in her hands and arms soon enough. That's the only thing stopping the beating; my sibling slowly came out from the hiding spots. Dan helps me to the bathroom and gets me cleaned up. Dan and I have a plan to steal some cigarettes, so our poor broken and beaten black and blue bodies get a break.

We have to leave for school; that is the most horrible thing of each day, not the school itself, but to leave our sisters in the hand of the monster that is our mother. My younger sister Nancy is 8, and she would go to school, but she refused to leave Aimee alone with our mom. Nancy started school when she was 9½, so Aimee was 5 and could attend kindergarten. No one from school or welfare cared what happened to us; they knew how our mother treated us. You could never believe that she's a human after how she treats her own children.

The horrible thing is when we get off the school bus each afternoon, we never know what scene that greats us, is our sisters alive or dead or maybe horrible beaten and bloody. I can't forget the sight of my baby sister of 3½ years old laying in a pool of her own blood. My sister, Nancy, is trying to wipe away all the blood to find where it's coming from and hushing up Aimee, so the beating doesn't start over again; ever since then, it's been a nightmare for Dan and me to leave them all day. School passes by quickly, and Dan and I work together to steal some food from school so we can feed our sisters because that's the latest thing our mother does not give us food at home. We only eat at school, but our sisters don't have school; they are home all day with mom. I did my thing today and pulled the freaking fire alarm at school, and Dan sneaked into the teacher's office and stole two packs of cigarettes from some teachers when they were all in panic.

If we all can keep away from our mother, maybe we can have two days with no beatings; that is how long the cigarettes should last her.

*End of flashback*



I do whatever I need to do to get by and not stay at my mom's place; that landed me in my latest shitty situation. I'm the lowest in the chain of command. I work for several criminal originations, two to be precise. It's hard work, so they don't know that I work for more than one because they are not friendly with each other. To not get replaced, I need to be useful, and one of the bosses wanted guns because his plan was to start a war or something with some group or whatever; I was not too interested in the details; I was just trying to survive. I had heard about this cocky-ass businessman getting some, so why not steal? I need them more than he does, I am sure.

That s**t, there was a bad call. Now I'm running and hiding for my life. I don't know if the rumors are true, but they say he'll bang any skirt or p***y, that might be, but the word also says he's a pure monster, a hell beast, or a demon when provoked. How did I think I would get away with stealing from him and no one knowing it was me. You could call me stupid and overly cocky, too, I guess. I was hoping I would have luck on my side for once. I heard his men searching everywhere for me, and the rumors even said they grabbed my baby sister, Aimee's only sibling I care for. What should I do? I mean, Aimee is the only family I have left that I can bring myself to care for; that does it. I have to save her if nothing else.

She shouldn't need to suffer any more than she has already. Who knows what that demon will do to her. The not-so-widely known rumor is that Zach is a bloodthirsty werewolf, and I do believe that, not the s**t talk about him being a demon and a hell beast. I guess you have to know about werewolves to believe that tale. Aimee is really a beautiful girl when she's without bruises. She's a beautiful soul; never let the countless beatings and mental torment change the sweetness in her; she's a beauty inside and out. Well, Aimee lost hope and the beliefs of humankind, but who can blame her after our upbringing? And she still has. My not-so-nice choice is to have a distance from her so I don't drag her into my life of crime, it's for her protection, but this time it didn't go as I planned.

There's no choice, I reveal myself to the men hunting me down, and there are some big ass men and lots of big f*****g wolves. I knew that I couldn't hide from bloodhound-sniffing- f*****g-wolves for long, and they would have found me anyway if I didn't reveal myself. s**t, this isn't going to end well. The men grabbed me and beat me down to the ground. They keep kicking and punching me, and when I get a grip and am about to fight back, I feel canines pierce my upper arm and dozen hands as it feels like that is holding me down, and then someone pushes a needle in my neck, and I lose consciousness.

Zach POV

I watch as they drag a beaten and bloody body inside the warehouse; I usually don't have feelings doing this kind of job. I get a little conflicted when it comes to this man, the brother of my little girl. He stole from me, and sure, but we did steal everything back. No one lives after stealing from me; that's the rule. I bet my sweet baby wouldn't be happy about that. Still, I could play with him and have some fun but leave him alive, right? As Marc and I enter the room, we put him in. I just watch him and wait to see what he has to say. There it comes but not as I thought. I thought he would plead for his life, but now he's begging for his sister's life, not that he would know, but I won't hurt her. She's my precious baby girl. I would never hurt her. I only want to love and care for her for the rest of our lives. I wouldn't ever hurt her as he believes. But she will be mine. Mine to claim, mine to pleasure, mine to love, and mine to possess.

I'm thinking about what answer I should give him. I don't want him to know the whole truth or that I wouldn't hurt my baby. I have a facade to keep up. I'm a ruthless wolf and man; everyone knows I don't show weakness because I have none.

I tell him:

"Don't you worry, she's taken care of"

And again, he asks for her. And pleading for her not to be hurt or tortured. And again, I say the only thing I want him to know:

"Don't you worry she's taken care of"

Now he's begging me to let her go, and he'll do anything I ask of him if I just let her go. That just makes it hilarious, and I can't keep it in. I burst out laughing like a madman. I can barely stop laughing, and I tell him:

"Hurt her? Oh no, I won't hurt her much; she's here to make sure you came, and now that you are here, she's here for my pleasure."

Ray: "Kill me or whatever. Just let my sister go, please!"

Zach: "I can't do that. She seems so sweet and innocent, and it could be fun breaking her in like a fine mare. You could say that she's going to pay for your mistakes."

Just as the words leave my mouth, I leave the room and let Marc have some fun torturing him, but over the mind link, I tell him:

"Go ahead hurt him, only hurt. NO f*****g killing!"

Ray POV

Fuck! what have I done! Both I and Aimee are done for. I wish I didn't make that stupid call to steal from him, but I really needed the guns, but it wasn't worth my sister's life. We better wish for a quick death, but knowing this man, we won't be granted that; just the opposite. Slow and painful death if we get to die. I'm more afraid of what that crazy asshole will do to my sister. I'm trying to get loose from the chains and cuffs; I could gladly die if I could break Aimee out first. No such luck. The ruthless wolf known as Zachary Shaw left, and a big ass man is in here with me, not as big as Zach. I bet that Zach guy is about 6, 4" and 220 lb. Marc who is about to slice me must be around 6, 2" and 205lb. I'm short compared to them, skinny, and don't have many muscles. I'm just 5, 8" and 175lb. But those big asses with that kind of muscles, you could say they have the power to do whatever they want, and my poor sister is just a little ladybug to these men; she's just 5, 4" and about 145 lb.

He will do some damage before I get a chance to get free; he's coming at me with a knife. Shallow cuts with the knife so I'll bleed as much as possible; it hurts like hell; he must have dipped that knife in something. It burns like hellfire in every damn wound he's inflicting on my body. I hope he gets bored soon so I can get a chance to leave and make a run for it. That is the last thought just before he stabs me with some weird-looking type of iron rod, and then I lose consciousness again; this s**t is getting old.