That's Enough; You're Both Mine!

Amanda's POV The sound of chains rattling around my legs echoed in the room, and I couldn’t help but groan in pain. The cold, hard floor only intensified my misery, and every breath felt like daggers piercing my chest. My entire body ached, a constant reminder of the grueling work I had done at the pack farm, without even a morsel of food or a drop of water. Life was tough for everyone, but mine felt like an unending nightmare. I never imagined my world could be turned upside down like this. As an orphan, I used to be full of life, filled with dreams and aspirations. The people who could have helped me cling to hope were gone, taken from this world because of me. Their deaths weighed heavily on my conscience, and serving as a slave felt hardly sufficient as punishment for my wrongs. What had I done to deserve this? People labeled me a curse due to my parents' deaths. As a rogue, I was taken in by one of the most prominent Lycan packs out of pity. They found me wandering without a home, and after I saved the Alpha king, he brought me here. However, all the kindness I once received has vanished. The pack that offered me refuge now despises me. Some members opposed my presence from the start, as they harbored a deep-seated mistrust of rogues, believing we were up to no good. Everyone believed that I murdered the Alpha's daughter. I still can't get over that awful night, when the Alpha's daughter died. It's a blur of bewilderment and panic. Some weird individuals led us into the woods and then attacked us. I lost consciousness and the next thing I knew, she was dead beside me, my claws covered with her blood. I never attacked her, but there was so much bogus evidence that suggested I did… The Alpha who took me into his pack regretted it. The pack members despised me the most, so I became a royal slave, sentenced to a life devoid of sympathy. Every day, the pack members pray for my death. The Lycan king refuses to look me in the eyes because I remind him of his late daughter. How do I tell him I was innocent? His wife repeatedly tortured me with whips and insults. And their twins...... I recoiled and winced at the sound of the click from outside the door. I recognized the figure by the scent and the late hour—it was Jared, one of the Alpha's Lycan twins. He harbors a deep-seated hatred for me, yet he exploits me at will, amplifying my torment tenfold. Jared and his brother Jayden have been using me to fulfill their base desires, and I suspected tonight's visit would be no different. In desperation, I pressed myself into the shadows, squeezing my eyes shut. But when I heard the click again, I opened them quickly—a choice I would soon regret. Jared stepped in, a smirk playing on his lips. His dark, raven hair tumbled over his shoulder, and his pale skin seemed to glow in the dim light. You might wonder how I could distinguish him from his twin, but I had become all too familiar with him—enduring their torment for the past six months.. "Guess who is here again.." He remarked, squatting before me. I flinched and reflexively retreated backwards, trying to blend into the wall while keeping my sight fixated on him. He grabbed my jaw and forced me to meet his stare. "Are you unable to speak? What happened to your normal defiance when you saw me?” He hissed, tightening his hold on my arm. "I thought we set the rules, didn't we? You do not keep silent when I am speaking to you!" He ran his tongue over his lip, his eyes gleaming with menace. "So, what should I do with you now?" He questioned, running his fingertips along my jawline. Despite the anguish he was causing, I refused to give him the gratification of seeing me suffer. He and his brother, Jayden, took my virginity. Since the incident, they have treated me like a s*x slave, and no one in the pack has intervened. They feel I should be subjected to additional torture. I couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't already ripped off my clothing and forced himself on me, as he frequently does. Perhaps he was loving the anticipation of agony; his unpredictability was one of his most terrible traits. "Are you sick?!" His question came as my head was forcefully slammed against the bed. "Your actions led to the death of my little sister," he shouted, the force of his voice causing the room to shake. I looked at him, gripped by fear, dreading what he might do next. The anger in his tone made me question if I'd survive another night. If only the Moon goddess could help me reveal the truth—I was framed. I never killed their sister; she’s my best friend. Lost in thought, I didn't notice what was happening until I was yanked to my feet, my clothes ripped to shreds. I can’t say I didn’t see it coming; in fact, I was just delaying the inevitable. There were times when he skipped the talk and simply took me however and whenever he wanted, just like his brother did. Jared thrust in from behind, forcing me to lean over the bed while my legs remained chained. A painful gasp escaped my mouth, but I swallowed it immediately. It was bad enough that he was in a sour mood; I didn't want to aggravate the issue by expressing my anger. "What are you?" He roared viciously, his claws sinking into my neck, sending a different type of pain through my veins. "Your-- your slave, master!" I stuttered, tears running down my cheeks. "That's correct, slave. You belong to both me and my brother. "We will always decide your fate!" He growled, his words cutting through me like a dagger. They were right. As long as I'm here. They own my fate.. "Can't you respond!" He growled and spanked me hard on the buttocks. "Ye- yes master!" I whispered, hoping to halt the agonizing torment, but I was mistaken. He thrusted harder from behind, causing the bed to repeatedly hit the wall, emitting a loud cracking sound that broke the silence. He retracted his length and plunged back in again, reaching the hilt inside me before hammering into me with full force. Gritting my teeth, I fiercely gripped the white sheet, my entire body quivering from his powerful thrusts. He fondled my breasts vigorously, his hips clapping my buttocks. The creaking sound of the bed was in sync with his moans and grunts. "What are you!!!" He yelled, holding a fistful of my blonde hair. My voice filled with vulnerability, I mumbled, "Your slave!" "Louder!!" He growled. "Your slave!" I replied, my voice going an octave higher. His claws on my skin deepened and he leaned forward to give me love bites on my neck. "You're my slave... always and forever." He whispered in my ear, trailing kisses on my back with his d**k banging the four walls of my p**y. I felt a warm liquid fill up my hole; I knew he had just released his load inside me.. He pushed me after that and I felt an agonizing pain shot through my body. I felt sour down there and what hurts more was the fact that Jayden might still plan on taking me tonight as well. I heard the clanking metals of the belt. I stayed on the bed, trying hard to hold my tears and sobs. Jared pulled his d**k back in his pants before fixing his belt. He pushed me hard on the head and growled, "You're lucky I got tired. If not, I'd have continued the whole of the night!" He disputed, a leer that made my skin crawl found its way into his eyes. His gaze settled on my lips and he grasped my neck before kissing me hungrily. When he was done, he pushed me back to the bed before storming out of the cell and banging the door behind him. I curled up on the bed, bringing my knees to my chest with tears streaming down my cheeks effortlessly. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I stared at the ceiling and whispered, “Why me, Moon goddess? Why must this happen to me?”