The Alpha and the Rogues Daughter

Chapter 4: Awakening

Once we were there, he lay on top of me, holding my hands by the wrist above my head. He pounded harder and faster, stretching me to fit him. I made little to no noise, biting my lip hard to stifle the screams; I would not give him the satisfaction. My head was swimming, my body indicating pleasure in the pain and betraying me as inside, I was angry, hurt, and devastated. Still, outside I was wet, and my n*****s were erect in pleasure. "That's it, little one; you know you like it," he moaned as he covered me with himself, pushing more profoundly and demandingly. A stifled scream escaped my lips, and he covered my mouth with his, forcing his tongue to intrude my mouth as his rod invaded my p***y. Suddenly, he lifted me and flipped me over. " Get on all fours," he commanded. I did as I was told.

He lifted my dress, my t**s hanging down exposed in the front, and now my ass and core exposed to anyone looking out the windows. He wasn't afraid of people knowing he was r****g me; he was the Alpha and could do as he pleased. "Tell me to take you," he said as he slapped my exposed ass hard. Through gritted teeth, I said, "Take me." as he commanded. I hated the verbal part; every word was a lie he made me say, so he could act like I wanted it." Say it like before," he commanded. I cried harder now, and between sobs, I could no longer hold back.

Reluctantly, I did as he commanded," Take me, Daddy," I squeaked out, and with that, he rammed into me again. He grabbed my breast with one hand and my hair with the other, pulling me back to him, forcing my back to arch as he drilled my folds over and over and over. He enjoyed taking me and always had since I was about twelve. He pounded into me hard and fast. My core stretched and swollen at the intrusion. “Tell me you love it,” he commanded. “I love it Daddy”, I sobbed out. With that, he quickened his pace to a pounding rhythm that hurt and I cried harder. Biting my lip to keep me from screaming. He grunted and moaned until I felt him harden further.

He quickly pulled out and flipped me over in a motion, forcing his c**k into my mouth. With his hands on the back of my head, he began sliding his d**k in and out of my mouth, gagging me over and over. At this point, I was trying to disassociate my mind and body. After what seemed like hours, he finally exploded inside my mouth, forcing me to swallow before he released my head. " Breathing heavily, he said, "Go to the creek and wash up quickly, then come serve us dinner," and with that he left me on my knees, crying, and destroyed. Not that this was anything new, he had begun r****g me shortly after I developed breasts.

He had his way with all the women in the pack; why should I be any different? That would be the only good thing coming from my mating ceremony with Roman; his father would have to stop this after that, per pack rules. I slowly stood, covered myself, and ran to the creek to wash up. I scrubbed my body and cleaned my mouth after forcing myself to throw up; I did not want any part of the man inside me. Daily r**e I could not control, but the bastard was not going to leave sperm in my stomach.

Once I felt sufficient, I removed all traces of him from me, and I returned to the kitchen to serve dinner. As they always have, they all lined up in their usual fashion and began serving themselves. When my job was done, I took a small helping and headed outside by myself. I chose to sit alone as I didn't have any close friends in the pack. Most of the members looked at me like they either detested or felt sorry for me; either way, I avoided them as often as possible.I sat under the stars contemplating. Why had the moon goddess chosen this life for me? Was I not meant to know happiness? The only time I felt happy was the stolen moments when I ran as my wolf and hid in my sparkling cave of serenity. Tears silently rolled down my cheeks as I toyed with my helping of stew. After completing dinner, I lay back in the grass, staring at the stars and listening to the rumblings and occasional sounds coming from inside.

I woke to the sound of movement near me. I had fallen asleep in the grass in front of the warehouse. I shot up my wolf on guard at the intrusive sound, and she paced in the back of my mind. Looking around wildly, I located where the noise was coming from. Roman, I thought, silently rolling my eyes as I watched him walk toward me. "Eliana," he said, startling me with the roughness in his tone as always. Goosebumps rose on my skin, but I refused to let my fear show on my face. He sauntered up and kneeled in front of me. Oh no, I thought, not again. I could not take any more of his abuse.

His eyes washed over my body, anger, and something else in them that scared me more lust. He silently inched closer, and I stopped breathing, feeling like prey being stocked by a hungry lion. He quickly grabbed my arms, pulling me to him inches from my face. He growled low in his chest. My body shook in fear. His lips turned upward into a smirk. He squeezed my wrists so tight I thought they would break. He instantly pinned me to the ground, his large frame swallowing me, while he forcefully laid on top of me with my wrists above my head. I wanted to scream, yell, or even slap him, but I was frozen in fear.

My wolf merely whined inside my head. I knew no one would even pay me any mind if I screamed. So, I laid still. "Eliana," he growled out as if my name disgusted him, but I felt him harden between my thighs. Oh god, I thought, please no, he was going to take me right here and now. He leaned in and licked the side of my neck. I shivered; my body reacted as if I wanted it to betray me again. I began to moisten between my legs. He moaned a low growl, smelling the arousal that I could not understand. I was scared and disgusted; why was my body reacting to him at all? He thrust between my legs, his hard thickness rubbing my wet folds beneath my dress. "Defend us," my wolf scolded, "if I could, I would," I thought to her. She began pacing and growling low. I could not stop him, and I could not block her out, either.

"I smell your fear and your arousal, you nasty mutt," he spat at me. "Maybe I should take you to the grass," he said with a look of dominance and loathing in his eyes. "No one will ever love you, mutt," he added, "You’re a worthless little girl." My tears were coming down hard and fast as I stifled back the screams, he was trying to elicit from me. I may not be able to stop whatever he chooses to do to me, as he has done many times in the past, never penetrating me but hurting me in many ways nonetheless, but I will not let him break me; he would get too much pleasure from that.

"What shall I do with you, mutt," he retorted. I lay completely still, silent, crying as he ripped my ragged dress from my body, exposing me completely. He had used one hand to restrain my wrists, not that I was putting up much of a fight. I closed my eyes, imagining I was somewhere else. His free hand roughly touched everywhere my breasts as he squeezed them hard, bringing instant bruises and pain lower to my wet folds as he pinched and pulled. Virtually making sure what little pleasure there was in any of this was preceded and followed with pain. Then he slid one finger inside me, stretching me apart with a second finger, and rubbed my c**t with his thumb.

I cried harder, wanting him to stop, but I would not beg. I refused to be broken by this man. "You like that, don't you, mutt" he growled in my ear, bringing his mouth to my large breast; he bit down hard; I knew he had ripped the skin. The pain was immeasurable. I let out a stifled scream. He turned to me; his eyes red as fire. "I will break you, and you will be submissive to me; you only exist to be my toy," he commanded. "You are pathetic and weak," he added. My wolf, at this point, was growling ferociously, wanting out, wanting to protect us. I struggled to hold her back, knowing he would kill me if I let her loose.

He slapped my core hard, and I squirmed at the pain. Then he instantly pulled me to my feet, shoving me face-first into the brick building behind me. I screamed out at the searing pain that racked my body. "I'll do as I please with you mutt" he growled. Then I felt it; he had released his hardened member and rubbed it against my ample bottom. "No," I silently cried. "Beg me to stop," he growled as he thrust his throbbing member between my cheeks faster.

He never penetrated me, never has, but this was the worst assault. He grabbed my hair and pushed me harder into the wall. The bricks scratched and scraped my already wounded breasts. I felt him slide his throbbing member between my ass cheeks, rubbing it up and down. He was going to take me. I knew it, and I cried harder. He slid the head of his c**k into my wet folds and drove me into the wall. I screamed out as he forced himself inside me over and over. He was bigger than his father, and it felt like he ripped me apart.

I could no longer control my screams. Any attempt to move was restrained; I just had to bear it. "You feel good, mutt," he whispered. Then it happened; he pulled out and rammed himself into my tightest hole; this was new; I had never felt this pain; it startled me, and I screamed. He growled a deep growl and pushed harder and faster; everything was whirling in my head. As he stretched and penetrated me over and over.

He would take each of my holes, moving from one to the other, but also never slowing down. I cried hard sobbing. He groaned and moaned and bit my shoulders, occasionally slapping my butt with his free hand. I could not help but cry harder. This went on for what seemed like hours. Finally, he released me, covering my back with his seed.