Madison's Two Princes

Chapter 2: Close Call

He yanks me up by the hair and shoves me backward on my bed. I look up at him in confusion, not sure what he's going to do. He quickly steps out of his pants still on the floor and comes towards me. I try to back up a bit on my bed when I see he's now dropped his boxers on the floor.

"Damien, what are you doing? Let me finish you so that I can get on with my chores. You know how mad your mother gets if I'm even a minute behind on the day."

"Shut up, b***h. Strip. And DO NOT make me wait." I begin crying a bit harder and start begging him to leave me alone. "Damien, please just let me be. I don't want to strip. What are you doing?" He begins pulling my pants down, as I reach down with both hands to hold them up. This angers him and he punches my stomach. As quickly as I moved my hands to grab my stomach, he gets my pants off. He begins fumbling with my underwear, as I reach for those. He punches my face and another hit to my stomach, I roll quickly into a ball, trying to protect myself and keep my underwear on. My efforts fail as he rips my underwear off with one of his claws. He starts laughing as he reaches for me. "Madison, it will hurt much less if you quit struggling. But if you continue to struggle I will take you from behind, rough. I won't even spit on it to help it go in. So you better stop and just let me do what I want." 

Fear takes over and I freeze. "That's it Madison. Be a good girl."

"MADISON! MADISON! where is that b***h? I want breakfast now!" I hear my father upstairs in the kitchen. (My  room is right below the kitchen) 

"F**K, lucky you, you little slut. Your daddy saved you today. But don't think that this was the end. I plan on punishing you until my Caitlyn returns. It's your fault she left in the first place. You c**t." 

He quickly redressed as I stay frozen on my bed and leaves. "Damnit, Madison. If you don't get your ass up here now and get my breakfast, I'm going to lock you in the basement with the rouges for a week. NO food. You'll be their damn entertainment." 

"I'm coming, sir." I cry out. 

As I clean myself up quickly and throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I check my face in the mirror one last time before heading up the stairs. My right eye is almost swollen shut at this point. My lip is swollen and at least 3 shades of purple and bleeding. I look like s**t. "Madison, I swear to the Moon Goddess" 

"I'm coming now, sir." 

As I reach the last step, my father is standing there with his arms crossed. My father is a big man, about 6'8", and an extremely muscular upper body. He's our packs warrior trainer. He will still fight when called upon by our Alpha, but at his age, it's gotten progressively harder on his body. Thankfully we have an understanding Alpha and because he admired my father's fighting skills so much, he promoted him to the head trainer of all the pack warriors. We are known as the Apollo Pack. We aren't a large pack, but we are known for our warriors. Other packs call on ours to supply warriors when needed. So that makes my father a pretty important man. He's been asked by our Alpha to consider training other packs warriors. 

"Girl, what took you so long? Why was Damien in your room? Were you disobeying him again?" 

"No, sir. He was also wondering why I was taking so long to get up this morning. I'm sorry. I was up late last night cleaning up after you...I mean the party. I didn't get to bed. I slept through my alarm. I am so sorry. It won't happen again." 

"Damn right it won't happen again, you lazy girl. Last night was an important night for the Apollo pack warriors and more importantly for me. I've been asked by none other than the Alpha of the Atlas pack to train his warriors. Do you know what this would mean for me?" My eyes must have had a glazed shocked look because my father appeared to get angrier with me. "It means that I'll have more power, money, and more respect than I ever have before. This means if I do this right, he could name me Alpha of my very own pack. The next few days are very important to me Madison. The Alpha of Atlas will be at the packhouse to discuss this. Then he's coming here with his family to have dinner with us. You better get this house spotless. I want every nook and cranny of this place clean. If I find one speck of dust, one bug, you'll spend a month locked in the basement with rouges."

"Yes, sir. I'll start as soon as breakfast is over." I bow my head and proceed to the fridge to pull out stuff to start breakfast. As the bacon and sausage begin sizzling in the pan, I hear the rest of my family descend the stairs. They enter the kitchen one by one and begin barking orders at me for their morning coffee. My father recently purchased a machine like the one you would see at Starbucks and forced me to watch 7 hours of training videos on how to operate it. I've been getting pretty creative with the drinks that I can make. Besides, the dumb videos, I actually enjoy it and everyone in the house always asks for seconds and sometimes thirds. I guess I can do one thing right. 

As I'm cleaning up after breakfast, Joseph comes back into the kitchen. "You." I turn to look at him, he has an expression that I haven't seen before. "I want another coffee concoction and hurry up. I'm going with father to the Packhouse to welcome the Alpha of Atlas with him." 

"That's great Joe. Would you like a particular flavor? One of the Omega's found a Butterscotch flavor that smells heavenly."

"That's fine. Quit yapping at me with your pointless bs. I'm thinking about how I'm going to approach my father beforehand and asked to be named his second." 

"That's great Joe. You are an amazing warrior and deserve a title like that."  I say as I drizzle the butterscotch on top of his foam in a pattern. 

I pick up the cup as he rips it out of my hand spilling a bit of the hot liquid on my wrist. "Ouch, Joe. That coffee is hot. You splashed me." 

"Shut up, you weak little b***h. I did no such thing. It was your own clumsiness." He turns quickly with his coffee leaving me in the kitchen to mend my wrist alone.