Madison's Two Princes

As a child, Madison always thought that one day her Prince Charming would show up on a white horse and take her away from it all. Okay, maybe not a white horse, but at least he’d show up some way or another. But as her 18th birthday quickly approached; her dreams began to fade as quickly as she had them. Let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Madison Sterling, I am the daughter of Matthew and Emily Sterling. The younger sister to Joseph Sterling. I know what you’re thinking, we sound like the all-American family, why would I want a Prince Charming? I’ll tell you why, because we aren’t the all-American family, we are far from it. My mother died giving birth to me. I don’t know everything that happened that day, mainly because my father and brother blame me for her death. My father went on to re-marry. A woman named Crystal. She was my father’s second chance mate. This is rare for werewolves. According to Moon Goddess laws, you are given one mate. One person for the rest of your life. Your mate is your other half, your reason for breathing, your absolute. Crystal had two sons, Damien, and Derrick. They were the same age as my brother Joseph. My parents weren’t supposed to be able to have children at all. Due to a horrible accident, when my mother was a child. So, when they got pregnant with my older brother, they were in complete bliss. They lived in that bliss for ten years. Then one day they found out that my mother was pregnant again. They were ecstatic at first. They couldn’t believe that the Mood Goddess would allow them another child. But their happiness quickly faded as complications started happening. My mother was ill her entire pregnancy, and they couldn’t figure out why. My father begged her, in the beginning, to just abort the pregnancy, but mother refused. Saying that she wanted the baby and that such actions would offend the Moon Goddess herself. My father grew resentful towards his unborn child, which was clearly draining the life out of his mate. (His words). So, the day I was born, the doctors told my parents that only one of us would survive. My mother or me. My father begged my mother to just let me go. My mother refused, saying that when the time came, she would give her life to me. The minute after I was born, my mother died. This was just the beginning of my own personal hell that I would live in. My 18th birthday is one week from today. I’ve been looking forward to this day for as long as I can remember. I’ve listened to the other girls at school for years talk about how on their 18th birthday, they find their mate. You see, for girls in a pack, we don’t experience our first shift until our 18th birthday. Boys experience them at their 16th. That night after our first shift, we are supposed to get this feeling in the pits of our stomachs, go temporarily blind and open our eyes to our mate. At least that’s what the girls say. I’ve never had anyone to talk to about it, so I’m not actually sure what happens. I just know that you find your mate and everything before no longer matters. All that matters is your future. They are supposed to love you unwavering and protect you with their own lives. I’ve been dreaming of this moment my entire life. I’m violently drawn out of my dreams by smacking my head on the floor. “Owe, what the f**k!” My eyes aren’t even open yet as my head is whipped to the left, by a fist. I can feel the instant swelling of my lip and blood in my mouth. As I open my eyes, Damien is standing over me.  “GET UP! GET UP NOW!” He says in a loud angry whisper. ” Look what you made me do, how am I supposed to enjoy that nasty little mouth of yours now? Get the f**k up Madison.”  “Damien, do we have to do this, this morning? I was up all night last night after our parent’s party cleaning. I really wanted a few more minutes of sleep before I must get up and cook breakfast. Please?”  “I told you before you little slut, that you will do this every day for as long as I want you to, not as long as you want to. Now get the f**k up before, I make the rest of your face match your mouth.” I get to my knees as a tear escapes my eyes. I wipe it quickly because Damien likes it when I cry. It makes him more violent during my “punishments” as he calls them. He grabs a handful of my strawberry blonde hair and wraps his fingers in it, yanking my head towards him. “Now Madison, I have a busy day today and I don’t want to waste any more time in here than I already have.” I can still smell the alcohol on him from the previous night. Another tear escapes my eye, this time though, I can’t get to it before he sees. I look up just as he reaches down to my face with his thumb, he wipes my tear and brings his thumb to his mouth, that’s when the devil himself appeared in his face. He licks his thumb and smiles as a cold chill makes its way down my back. “You know I love it when tears stain your face, cry more for me Madison.” I inhale deeply trying to hold back the tears behind my eyelids. He sees me trying to contain them and I’m lifted off the ground by that handful of hair. I’m about to scream when his face begins to contort. I know that if I do scream, and we are caught it will be much worse for me. I shut my mouth quickly as Damien’s fist connects with my stomach, I can’t fall to the ground because of his hold on my hair, but I am able to bend over and hold my stomach while waiting for the next blow. There it is, only this one connects with the side of my head. I can’t catch my breath, as another blow lands on my right eye. “Cry for my Madison. I want to taste your sweet-salty tears as they stream down your face.” “Please Damien, please let me go” I beg, doing my best to hold back the tears, but it's too late. My body betrays me yet again as I feel yet another tear over my now swollen eye. “As much as I love hurting you Madison, I’ve already said I have s**t to do today. Now, let's get on with this before I lose my patience and you really pay.” I begin crying a little more as he straightens me up on my knees. I reach forward and begin unbuckling his pants, “Slowly, Madison” as he pulls my hair to adjust my head to look up at him, “Slowly, remove him.” I finish with the zipper of his jeans and begin pulling his pants down slowly. My head is still being forced to look at him as my hands reach for his boxers. I begin fumbling, he lets out an annoyed sigh as I am hit again with his hand. My eye begins to bleed this time. “You’re testing my patience.” I’m able to look down to help myself. But the sight only makes me vomit in my mouth a little bit. His boxers had a huge bulge in it. “You like that view, don’t you Madison.” When I don’t answer, I’m smacked again. “Answer me b***h, or are you just shook at the sight?” I know that if I don’t answer, he’ll continue with his nasty words. We’ve been at this “game” for months now. Ever since I walked in on him with an Omega bent over his desk. *Flashback* “Damien wants you to clean his office today, bitch.” Crystal, my stepmother says to me as I’m hurrying to clean the kitchen after breakfast. “Ok, Crystal.” Suddenly, a sharp pain is felt in the back of my head and I begin seeing stars. I turn to see what it was, and it was a glass now shattered on the floor. “When will you learn, b***h, you have never earned the right to call me by my name. Say it again and next time it won’t be one glass. I can’t stand the sight of you right now Madison. Clean this s**t up and get to Damien’s office. I won’t hesitate to lock you in the basement again.” As she spins on her heels and heads out of the kitchen, I bend down and begin cleaning up the glass. Twenty minutes later, I turn off the light to the kitchen, but not before grabbing the supplies I’ll need for Damien’s office. I knock softly on the door to make sure Damien isn’t in there, and when I hear nothing, I turn the door handle and walk-in. I drop my supplies causing a loud noise. I’m shocked when I see an Omega face down on Damien’s desk with her dress up over her head. Behind her was Damien himself, he was sweating and smiling coldly while holding the Omega down. That’s when I noticed she was crying. Damien begins to grin at me coldly when suddenly he stops, and anger begins to show. “I’m sorry, I should have knocked louder.” That’s when I hear Caitlyn, “What the HELL Damien.” She’s standing behind me, but not for long. She comes storming into the office, knocking me over on her way. Damien’s death glare never leaves my face though. The omega struggles on the desk, not realizing that Damien was still holding her down. He breaks his glare from me and throws the omega on the floor. He begins screaming at her and me to get out. It was that night he busts into my room and blames me for losing Caitlyn. Demanding that I fix it. Telling me I would be punished every morning for as long as it took to get Caitlyn back. That was beginning of his nasty, degrading, and plain awful “punishments.” This was 6 months ago and true to his word, every morning since then he’s come to the room and made me perform oral on him. *flashback ends* He’s already hard and dripping with precum. I gag a bit but try to do so quietly. “Madison, NOW.” I grip the base with one hand and his balls with my other. I prepare to take him in my mouth as he thrusts forward while pulling my hair into him, causing me to gag. I try to push back, but he’s stronger than I am, and I know escaping now is futile. He laughs a bit as he holds me in that position until I am struggling for air. Then he releases the pressure from my hair, and I take over. It only takes a few minutes, like always. I can tell he’s almost there when he does something I wasn’t expecting.