The submissive

The submissive

I was cold, shivering and wet. My alpha had finally given me permission to have a bath, unfortunately that meant one of his beta wolves stripping me, and throwing me into a tub of ice cold water. I had thirty seconds to clean myself during one of my rare baths, before I would be hauled out, dragged down the stairs and thrown into the cold concrete basement, full of nothing but junk nobody wanted, just like I wasn't wanted.

My name was Sarah, I was twenty five years old, with long ginger hair, light green eyes, small lips and so skinny I was now considered emaciated. To top all this I had thick rimmed glasses and still wore the same grey baggy jumper and blue jeans I'd come here with.

I'd been in this pack, for three years now, I had been turned by a rogue werewolf gone mad and somehow during my first change, my wolf had scented this pack and come here. Unfortunately, I was an omega, the alpha-who I refuse to name because I despise him for this life- reluctantly let me Into the pack, but that was only because it would give some of his dangerous and out of control wolves some balance. It was an omegas job to be peacemaker in a pack, and unfortunately that meant taking the full force of their blows, all their rage, frustration and anger would be taken out on me until I was black and blue, but it would stop the chaos of them fighting among one another.

Every omega I'd heard of or met only in passing always seemed to be the same. As humans, we would have been very shy, withdrawn, not much to look at and mostly nerdy.

Everybody had heard the story of an omega named Josie, who had somehow become mated to one of the most dominant and dangerous alphas known, his name was Jason, the second most dangerous was in our pack, our second in command Zane. So while I was sat in the cold damp smelling basement, I couldn't help the envy and despair of that omega,and daydreamed of my own alpha wolf coming to save me and carry me away from this awful life of abuse.

During my daydream, the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the stairs had me holding my breath, my eyes downcast.

The smell of light aftershave and sandalwood let me know that it was Jeremy. I tried to control the shaking of my body, but failed miserably.

“My sweet Sarah, come out and play with me,” he crooned in that high pitched sing song voice I'd grown to hate. Jeremy wasn't much older than me, with thick brown hair all tousled, a six foot two, big muscled frame and full lips, he was considered one of the best looking in the pack after Zane,and was mated to Stephanie, a big busted, long legged, slim woman with long wavy locks of hair that cascaded like a river down her back.

Jeremy was also one of the most unstable of the pack, before joining us he had wondered the world alone for two years as a werewolf and almost completely lost his mind to the wolf. He was utterly and unforgivably brutal, and I would have to be his plaything at least three times a week.

Jeremy grabbed me by the arm and yanked me to my feet. I couldn't help the small whimper that escaped me. “Oh darling, I have missed having a wolf submit to me. My sweet Stephanie just isn't all that submissive you see?” He was right there. She would use me as a punchbag when she'd had an argument with someone, which was pretty much on a daily basis, I was still healing from the bruises of her last beating.

Without any warning, Jeremy slammed his huge fist into the side of my face and I went flying across the room before crumpling into a heap on the floor, there I spat out a tooth that had come loose.

It was getting harder to make excuses to the dentist about the state of my chipped and broken teeth. Luckily my alpha allowed me to get them sorted each time, so as not to draw unwanted attention.

Jeremy rushed over to me, and kicked me repeatedly in the stomach, my side and then my back until I was gasping for breath. The beating lasted for about ten minutes before he'd gotten rid of all his rage.

My lip was split and bleeding, blood also dripped from inside my mouth. My body was already turning into an angry colour of deep purple, black and blue bruises.

While I tried to get my breath back, with the sweet tang of copper in my mouth, Jeremy slid down onto the floor beside me and pulled me into his lap.

“You are much to kind to me,” he laughed and then as always, slammed his lips onto mine, forcefully holding my face in his hand he forced his tongue down my throat, and grabbed my crotch hard and roughly, before abruptly pulling away and heading back up the stairs to leave me shaking, aching and crying quietly to myself.