Nova

She Was Only 12

Trigger Warning: This chapter includes Statutory r**e and abuse

"I-it hurts!"Her voice hoarse and strained, as she cries out, hoping for the burning sensation to dissipate between her legs, but it doesn't. The pungent, metallic scent of her own blood and fear entices her assailant, causing him to continue thrusting inside her. Grunts follow each stroke, his calloused palm finding its way up to her lips, silencing her cries.

"Shh! Let me take care of my sweet little Nova." Nauseously, she shakes her head in a furious fit of rage. A headache threatening to encroach, but she ignores the aching pain while she attempts to push him off of her.

"What did I say about fighting me!?" His voice raises angrily, as his spit manages to land in small droplets along her cheek. Her attacker's hand mercilessly grips her throat, grasping ever so tightly around her. A swarm of black dots, dance across her vision, tempting her to close her eyes and sleep. She knew better than that though.

With a small whimper she goes limp, paralyzed with fear. She then thrusts her head to the side, earning a growl of approval. She was submitting to him, exposing her neck in an attempt to ease his wolf. In the process she holds in her breath, refusing to move till his say so.

"Breathe!" Oh how she wanted so desperately to defy that order...to just close her eyes and succumb to the darkness as it swallows her whole. No pain, no torment, and no suffering. She was only 12, and already wishing death upon herself. Merely a child, with a long life ahead of her, a bright future even.

Except there was no bright future for her kind. Females were viewed as nothing more than walking incubators. The soul purpose of their very existence, being to birth pups and keep up the population. That is the society she was living in.

As the pleasure becomes too much, his c**k pulsates inside her before unloading an uncanny amount of his sperm into her womb. He pulls out with a twisted grin, before disappearing behind the barred door, with a click. She was now locked in the dreaded room, where her virtue and innocence had been stripped against her will.

"I want my daddy." She pleads, shaking violently from the harsh cold attacking her exposed body. There were no sheets that accompanied her in the cramped space, only a blood soaked mattress collecting dirt and grime from the floor, and a metal bowl with warm murky water. "I want my daddy." The words escape her mouth, as if on repeat, each time being a bit louder than the last.

"Keep it down. They hate being woken at this time of night." Warns a melodious voice from one cell over. It startles her, and she finds herself backing up against the far right corner of the little room."I know you're scared. s**t, I'm scared for you. You sound like a child." The thick, Russian accent didn't go unnoticed.

"I'm 12." She corrects the woman. "Do you know where my daddy is?"

"And who may that be?"

The small child sighs, reminiscing a time when her father had scolded her about not telling strangers who he was. A small frown tugs at her lips, as the short memory fades.

"Can you at least tell me your name and how you got here?"

"Nova." She pauses, feeling a sharp pain in her lower abdomen as she stands to her feet. She stumbles over to the bars, looking out into the darkness, awaiting any sign of movement. "They took me from my pack's territory. These ferals. That's what they are. My dad use to tell me stories of how they were worst than rogues. They're the things that monsters were afraid of." She sobs the last part, trembling in utter terror.

"Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me. This is not going to be your life, you understand me?" Spoke the female confidently. "Being bred then discarded is all I know, but I'll be damned if I see a child being treated the same way."

The small being sniffles, as she thinks for a second before speaking, "Alpha Henley," Nova lays her back against the bars, sliding ever so slowly down them. "My dad, is Alpha Henley."

A gasp echos the empty hall, as the woman begins to shuffles around in her cell, moving closer to the entrance of it. "An alpha female!? Impossible."

"I'm the first and only child born to Henley Alexander Lopez and Arabella Marie, Alpha and Luna of The Crescent Moon Pack." Nova elaborates.

"I see now, why your father was so hell bent on you not disclosing this information. It's dangerous. Do you hear me? No one is to know about who you and your father are. Now get some sleep, we'll continue this tomorrow."

"What about your name?"

"Katerina Avenirovna Nikolaev, but you will call me Kat. Now get some sleep." The Russian left no room for retaliation.

With a small yawn and heavy eyelids, Nova drifts off into a restless sleep, fidgeting ever so often through the night. Katerina wary and more awake than ever, sits by the bars, casting a long gaze at the cell in front of her. Although she couldn't see the small child, she felt a protective pull towards the tiny being. Maybe the loss of her own, in the recent month, had finally gotten to her. She couldn't protect her little boy, but here before her, was a chance at redemption. She was going to love this child as if it were her own, protect her, and show her the way. Kat wasn't going to fail Nova, as she had done with her own son.

——————

The abrupt clanking of metal, startles Nova, waking her from her horrid dream. She's on alert and already backed into the corner, frantically looking at her feet. An ominous chuckle, echoes through the nearly empty hallway, slowly growing louder with each step forward the male takes. His long assertive strides wreaked of authority, as they come to a stop right outside Nova's cell. Click. The door was unlocked and swung open.

"Stand outside your cell!" He growls, training his eyes on the small pup. With a nod, she hurries out of the room, planting her feet on the cold, hard floor outside of her living space.

"They're doing room inspections," The Russian from last night whispers softly. "You have nothing to hide, so everything will be fine." Katerina spoke once more before straightening herself up, as the male strides past her.

There was something dangling from his left hand. A toy? No, a teddy bear.

"That's mine!" Screams Nova, tears threatening to pour from her eyes, if even the slightest bit provoked. "My mother gave it to me!"

He turns sharply, scrunching his face in disgust, as he hands the bear over to her. She's swift to reach for it, but his arm retracts just a little bit quicker.

"It's mine now." He laughs.

"It's all I have left." Nova's pleas are ignored as he furrows his eyebrows. "She's gone."

Katerina rolls her eyes in annoyance, stepping forward. She struts up to the male, allowing her fingers to toy with the buttons of his dress shirt. Her nails linger a while on his broad chest, before slowly trailing down towards the waistband of his pants. He gulps, letting out a animalistic growl. Her palm hovers over the bulge in his pants, massaging it in soothing circles. "Ignore the poor thing. She's not only lost her mother, but also her freedom," Kat looks innocently into his lustful eyes, leaning in to kiss him. "Surely you could let her have the bear and in return, I might let you have me." A smirk tugs at his lips, tossing the bear aside, he saunters off, the Russian following alongside him, as they disappear behind door.

Nova scurries to grab the teddy bear, holding it closely to her chest. Tears pouring from her eyes in two solemn streams.

By the time the small child was composed, Katerina had returned. Dark purple blemishes were painted across her face, some bruises a raw yellow. Nova gasps, looking immediately down in guilt.

"Did they hurt you?" The she-wolf smiles warmly, placing her thumb under the pup's chin, lifting it, effortlessly, so she was looking deep into her eyes.

"No Nova, they didn't hurt me." Kat responds. A silence fell upon the two, the only sound was that of Katerina's beating heart, pounding hard against her chest. An elevated heart rate would always be a liar's tell. "Listen, there's a lot we need to discuss, ok?"

"Like what?"

"You're a first born, alpha female, am I correct?" Nova nods, confusion still evident on her face. "This means your first shift should be coming pretty soon. All alphas shift on their 13th birthday. Do you know what a shift is?"

"No, my father was always too busy for that conversation."

"It's an extremely painful process, deadly even. All the bones in your body are going to rearrange, you're going to feel a white hot fire emanating from your core. Everything will intensify and heighten, your sight, your smell, your emotions. You have to be strong, understood? There's no room for the weak." Nova gulps, taking in Kat's advice. "Once complete, you'll be introduced to your wolf. She's going to be a little voice in your head. I won't lie, it's gonna be terrifying, but you'll grow use to it."

"Are you gonna be there for me?"

"Yes, Nova. I'll walk you through it and give you my support. Once your shift is complete, you're going to run out of here and away from this place."

"Will you come with me?"

"No, I can't. They have all of us females consuming wolfsbane. It's severing our connection with our wolves, so in other words we can't shift. I'd only slow you down."

"Why am I not taking it?"

"No one here knows your an alpha, besides me. They think your shift will take place on your 17th birthday, like it normally does with every other female."

"Where will I even go? I don't know where I'm at or how to get home." The panic seeps through each word, as Nova starts to second guess everything.

"When you get out of here, you need to run straight. Don't you ever stop running straight. You're bound to reach a neighboring pack, and from there you can seek help."

"Ok."

"Now onto your heat," Kat looks down at the small pup, shaking her head as a red tinge creeps it's way on the child's cheeks. "Hey, it's normal, ok? Nothing to be ashamed of."

"Is heat as bad as they describe it Kat?"

"Worse. Your body is going to feel like it's on fire, your temperature will be sky rocketing. You're going to feel the overwhelming urge to scent things and let off pheromones. The male touch, whether you want it to or not, will arouse you. Even if it's not your mate's. This is your body's way of telling you that it wants to reproduce. You'll be in a trance-like state, ok?"

"Ok." Nothing about it was ok. It was frightening to her, but Nova didn't want to show it. "You said something about a mate. When will I meet mine?"

"After your first shift, you can find your mate, with the help of your wolf. She'll be able to pick up on his scent if you two are ever near. The smell of him will be overbearing and intoxicating. A mate bond is like nothing you've ever experienced. His love for you, indescribable. His soul mission to protect you."

"I can't wait!" Nova says cheerfully. Katerina couldn't help but smile at the beaming little girl. For a moment she looked as if she hadn't a care in the world, and it made the Russian's heart swell. "I have another question." The pup's lips tugged downwards.

"Shoot."

"Why does our kind hate females?" Katerina was baffled by the question, staying quiet as she plot a way to answer it.

"They're scared of us, and even more alarmed by what we're capable of. They want to break us down, before we have a chance to acknowledge our true strength. It easier for them to sleep at night, knowing that we're weak, that we're easily defeated."

"But why are they scared of our strength?"

"There's a prophecy, one that has not only the werewolves nervous, but the entire Supernatural Council. She's known as the True Alpha."

"The True Alpha?"

"Created by powers from the Moon Goddess herself, a female would be born on the night of a solar eclipse, with a strength like nothing seen ever before. All will bow at her feet, and succumb to her dominance, none ignorant enough to not submit. Men fear a woman of that caliber, a female that demands their respect and admiration, hence the three main rules. Do you know them?"

"I know the first two. Rule 1: Females in heat will be brought to the alpha, and used accordingly. Rule 2: A child born of a birth defect will be put down, along with the mother of that child," Nova pauses for a moment, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout, as she thinks.

"Rule 3: Any female who rebels against a male, will be sentenced to death." Katerina adds.

"Why do the other creatures not like the True Alpha?"

"It was foreseen by a seer, one of whom has a great connection to the Moon Goddess and Sun God, that the True Alpha would be swayed in becoming a harbinger of darkness. She would cause a trail of destruction, chaos, and death, and upon her 100,000th kill, she'll become unstoppable. A force of indestructibility and such power, shouldn't be bestowed on one, singlular person. It scares the Supernatural Council."

"I understand now. Can we go eat with the rest of the females." In response, Kat grabs hold of Nova's hand, guiding her down the long, narrow hall. In that moment, the pup looks up at her mentor, taking in every aspect of her appearance. She was beautiful. Her lips a light rose, plump to perfection. The green in her iris, glistened as the light gently caresses it. Her hips, wide and voluptuous, sway with each step, until there was no more walking that needed to be done. They both stop at a room guarded by two males.

"Excuse us boys." With a grunt, one of the men unlock the door, revealing a big gray room, full of women. Nova mentally counts each member, a total of 32 females, ranging from 10 to their mid 30s. It disgusted her, she could feel the bile rising in her stomach.

"Ladies! I'd like you all to meet Nova." Kat is quick to announce, dismissing the glances directed towards her pup.

Throughout the morning her and the rest of the females held friendly conversations while they ate their food. It wasn't much, just scraps, but it was enough to suffice their stomachs till the next meal.

As day turn to night, then night to day, and repeat, months had gone by. Her 13th birthday, approached ever so slowly, until it was finally upon them.

The escape was now set in motion.