Madison's Two Princes

Chapter 4: Brothers

I'm pulling the tart out of the oven as the omega walks in followed by other omegas with the groceries that I need for our formal dinner this evening. I'm inventorying the groceries as Derrick walks in the kitchen. "What's up, little sis?" he grabs a piece of the pre-sliced meat for the charcuterie board. 

"I'm really busy tonight Derrick. You should be getting ready with the rest of the family. It sounds like it could be a turning point for the family." I had just turned to him when he caught a glimpse of my face. He drops the meat he had just picked up and rushed over to me. 

"Madison, WTF happened? Did Damien do this? My mom? Your dad? I'm going to kill them." He was getting angier and angier with every name he dropped. Derrick was the only nice person in my f**ked up family. He had tried over the years protecting me and looking out for me. It worked for a couple of years. He could deter the attention away from me. But then he went off to college and became a big shot attorney. Things got so bad. He's been back home for about a month now and I had hoped he would be my protector again, but nothing changed. Until just now. "MADISON, did you hear me? Who DID THIS TO YOU?"

"It's okay Derrick. I wasn't paying attention this morning and smacked the door on my way out. It's nothing. Look the swelling is already going down." I try to convince him I'm ok for the next ten minutes. 

"Derrick, darling. What are you doing in the kitchen with the help? You should be upstairs preparing for the Alpha of Atlas and his family. Tonight could be an important night for all of us, including you. I heard from Sarah at the salon this morning that the Alpha of Atlas just ripped the head of his head attorney. This could be the opportunity of a lifetime for you if you can impress him." She shoots me a death glare. I know it's because she knows Derrick has a soft spot for me and she hates the attention he gives me. She thinks I put a spell or something on him. Shortly after Derrick left for college she made sure I knew what she thought.

*Flashback* I can't believe he left for college. He protected me from the rest of this pyscho family. My door slams open, hitting the wall behind it. That will definitely leave a hole. She's been drinking, great. "Yes, mam. Can I do something for you?" 

All she says is "Follow me you little bitch." So I get up off my bed and quickly follow her, not wanting to upset her more than she already is. "Where are we going, mam?" She spins on her heels and spits in my face, "Shut up" SMACK!! "Just shut up you Jezzabelle. You sent my Derrick away after bewitching him somehow, now that he's gone, he can't protect you." I was 10 at the time. She grabs my arm and digs her long manicured fingers into my arm, causing me to cry out in pain. Which only caused her to whip around and smack me again. I could taste my blood this time in my mouth. She must have cut my lip open. I started crying when she raised her hand and asked me if I'd "really like something to cry about?" When I was silent enough to satisfy her, she squeezed my arm tighter and continued to pull me towards the basement door. When I realized that was where we were going, I began to thrash and try to pull myself out of her death grip on my arm. I had never been in the basement before but knew that my father would kidnap rouges and keep them down there for his own personal training sessions. Occasionally you could hear screaming and begging through our vents. I didn't know what she had planned, but I knew that I didn't want to be down there. My thrashing was futile though and eventually, she had me at the bottom of the stairs. "I'm going to show you what happens to little girls who try to seduce their much older stepbrothers and turn them against his mother." 

"I'm sorry mam, I didn't do that. I'm sorry, please don't bring me down here. Please, Crystal, please. Please, momma please don't..." That's when she punched me in the face, her giant ring catching my cheekbone. I fell to the ground stunned. She had hit me before but never punched me. I was crying on the ground when she started speaking to me. "DO NOT call me momma. I am NOT and will NEVER be your momma. You are a disgrace and disgusting. That's why your own mother died. She couldn't handle being the mother of a demon child like you. Do you understand? You ever call me momma again and I'll cut out your tongue." With her final word, she punched me again and the stars turned into darkness. I awoke, I"m not sure how much later, but I was chained to a wall in a cell. My wrists and ankles were burning. I tried to wriggle out but the burning only intensified. That's when I heard a voice. "Don't struggle, little girl, you'll only make it worse for yourself. You'll scare those pretty little wrists and ankles of yours." He comes into the light and I recognize him as our Alpha's third, Sebastian. A cold chill runs down my spine. I've heard stories about him and his likes for young girls. Young human females had come up missing in our town, but the human police would just say they've run away or were abducted by a stranger passing through. Our pack though had heard rumors of Sebastian's obsession, but because he came from another powerful family, no-one ever questioned him on those rumors. "What are you doing here sir?"

"Your mother didn't tell you, did she?" I shake my head, trying to control the tears that were forming. He laughs, "Good, I like my girls scared. Scared and young. So you are perfect right now." *Flashback Over*

I snap out of my thoughts as I hear Derrick say something, "Madison, did you hear me? I'll be back later and I want to know who did this to you." I nod quickly and try to refocus on the dinner courses. I already have two courses down. 3 more to go. The timing needed to be perfect and I still needed to clean up and change for dinner service. If I didn't look somewhat presentable at dinner, my father would kill me. 

It's 6:40, I've just finished all the courses that I could. I look around the kitchen and instruct the omegas to get ready for dinner service. I head to my room to change into the only nice clothes I have. A knee-length light blue summer dress. It has spaghetti straps, so I throw a white cropped sweater over, to cover my shoulders. I pull my hair back in a messy bun and attempt to hide some of the bruising on my face with some concealer and foundation. I apply some mascara and a bit of shimmery lip gloss. When I feel presentable enough, I check the clock next to my bed. 6:56 pm. Perfect, I can be in the kitchen and starting to plate by the 7 pm deadline. Just as I was about to exit through, Damien barrels through my open door, he grabs me by the neck and slams me into the wall, lifting me up so my feet are barely touching the ground. I began to struggle to breathe as he brings his other hand up under my sundress, I start thrashing more and he punches me in the stomach, "Stop moving you b***h. I have something to tell you." I'm afraid to quit moving because I don't know what he's going to do. Just as another punch hits me in the gut. I can't catch my breath this time. "Listen here my little nasty b***h, Caitlyn called today. She's had time to think, she's forgiven me and is coming home. Tomorrow. So tonight," As he said tonight, his fingers slide my panties to the side, and thrust his fingers into my core. I yelped and began struggling even more, which only made his grip on my neck tighten and his fingers plunge deeper and rougher into me. "Tonight, I WILL have you. I know you're a virgin. I know Sebastian didn't take that. I want it, I want what's mine and what I deserve and after we were interrupted this morning, it's going to be painful for you." He uses his thumb to rub my c**t and pound his fingers in even farther than I thought possible. Tears start flowing down my face, I can't control them anymore. A noise in the kitchen startles him and he quickly removes his fingers and drops me on the ground. I land with a thud and lookup. He's licking his fingers with a sinister grin on his face. "Remember Madison, you are mine now. Don't f**king forget it" He kicks me hard in the stomach and I ball over ready to pass out from pain and embarrassment. 

I take a minute to compose myself, check my makeup, and go upstairs. Trying not to think about what will be waiting for me after everyone has gone to bed this evening. I have to get out and I have to do it now. I had always planned on my 18th birthday when I could shift to try to protect myself, but I couldn't wait a whole week. I have to go tonight. Maybe right after dinner when I should be cleaning the dishes up. But how.