The Alpha and the Kitten

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TW – Violence, Abuse

Denys

She was still there, wrapped up in his arms when he woke up. Her body was still naked, and still pressed against his. He felt the familiar stirring at the feel of her warm flesh against his.

“Fuck.” He muttered, gently trying to detangle himself. She had tried to get him off last night but he had refused. He had escaped into the bathroom after he had eaten her out and had finished himself off. If she had, he wouldn’t have been able to control himself and he didn’t want her to run from him. Not now. Not ever.

He managed to get away without her waking and he moved to the bathroom. Her body had felt so good last night. His new favourite place to be was definatly between her legs. He started the shower and jumped in, taking his c**k in his hand. He was big, he knew and Melody was so tiny. He could already imagine her on him and not for the first time he wondered if she was a virgin. With all the marks on her it would be a miracle if she was. And after last night, well… He was just glad that she was letting him near to her. It was no good to think of those other things.

He had spotted the marks on her back this morning. He tried not to, he really did, but she was just there. There was one mark that truly disturbed him. The claw marks. From a big cat.

He finished up and dressed, beating her downstairs for once.

Melody

She stretched in the bed. It was warm, and sunny. She opened her eyes. This wasn’t her bed. Then all the memories from last night came back. She touched her s*x, where Denys had been just a few hours earlier. He was magic. She wanted more.

She slipped one of his shirts on and padded to her room. Today was it. After nearly two months she was going to tell him everything. She made her way downstairs, clutching the pad and pen to her chest. He looked up at her as she reached the bottom step. His eyes instantly darkened in desire. Ok. Bad start.

She moved to him, writing as she went. “I want to tell you” She put, then showed it to him. It took him a minute then he nodded, taking her hand and moving with her to the couch.

Denys

She was going to tell him. He could feel the questions build up but again, he didn’t want to scare her. He just nodded and took her hand, moving to the couch. She had shared her body last night and today she wanted to share her secrets. He held her thigh as she started to write.

“It started when…”

Melody

‘It started when I was five. My father had been best friends with the King, sort of like what you call a Beta. He was the biggest, the strongest and the best. I am not his only daughter, my sister is still out there, somewhere. I am the only one that shares a Mother with Damon too though. He calls me his half-sister but Im not. He just doesn’t want to admit that he was born a bastard. Our Mother was married to the King, then she fell in love with Father. Damon didn’t like it and he lost his mind.’

They had been dragged out of the cupboard by Damon and his friends. They had blood on their hands and Melody couldn’t understand why. She clung onto her Father’s leg and he gently stroked her hair. “It is alright Kitten.” He said softly to her.

Damon laughed at that. “How can you say that it is alright? You know what is happening”

Father ignored him, frowning. Damon didn’t like that and so he had leapt forward, grabbing a fistful of Melody’s hair and dragging her away from their Father. She screamed and tried to get away. He responded by slapping her hard across the face. Melody stopped screaming, shocked by the contact. Father growled and shifted into his Cat form. A huge tiger, he had only hatred etched onto his expression. Damon laughed again, still holding onto Melody’s hair he stepped back. She felt a cold thing against her neck and her father instantly changed back into his human form. “Damon. She is just a child, please.” He said. Her mother whimpered in the corner.

Melody felt a scratch on her skin. She felt something sticky and could smell blood, her blood. Her eyes widened and she looked at her father in fear. “Papa?” She asked. Damon yanked on her hair and she started to cry. Why was he doing this? She didn’t understand. He loved her, everyone loved her. Why would he start hurting her like this?

“Shut up little bastard” He told her.

“Don’t you dare talk to her like that.” Her father had said, striding forward. Melody screamed as the spear was thrust through his shoulder.  

 “You haven’t spoken since you were five?” Denys asked, after she had written a little bit. She shook her head.

‘He threatened me, if I ever made another sound he would make me watch as he punished my mother and father.’

“They are still alive.”

‘Father died when I escaped. He saved me.’

It was midnight. Melody was in her tiny cage. It hurt so much. She couldn’t stand in it, she had to crouch. She was only allowed out twice a day to stretch and to go to the toilet. Damon didn’t like her to be too dirty. He liked to use her for entertainment. His favourite kind was to make her dance as he used a whip to move her feet. Sometimes he even made her father do it. He liked that. He liked watching him break. It was why he was still alive, though his tongue had been ripped out years ago. He had made Melody watch that. Threatened to do the same with her if she ever dared to speak again. She had been six. After he did that to their father, he did the same to their mother. Melody got the message.

She tried to shift one of her feet, it had gone to sleep and hurt so badly. That was when a chain clanked. She saw a dark figure moving towards her cage and she had gasped when she saw her father. He was so thin, almost as bad as she was. He just smiled at her, then produced a key and unlocked the cage. He helped her out, pulling her into the tightest hug that he could then leading her over to her mothers cage. All she could do to her was hold her hand. Her father pressed a small bundle of food into her hands. He made a strange noise. It was a howl. She understood. He wanted her to go to the Wolves. She fled. He was with her, right up until the gates, when he flew in. He didn’t even change to his other form. The guards made short work of him, and Melody had seen it. She saw his smile as she ran into the night.

“Oh. Mel.” Denys said. He pulled her into his arms and nuzzled her hair. “I am so sorry.”

‘But I used you’

“You escaped a vicious and dreadful person. I am glad that you came here. That you trust us to keep you safe.”

For the first time since she was six, Melody felt herself cry. She buried her head into Denys’ shoulder as tears silently slid down her face.