Her Revenge and Saviour

CHAPTER FOUR

I was shoved face first onto the bed by Tyler as Jason started pulling off my pants. I knew that they would not be punished by the Alpha for forcing themselves upon me they never have been, they may be told not to fraternise with the help and reminded that I am nothing but otherwise nothing will be said or done. To this pack I am nothing. I learnt years ago that fighting them just made the abuse worse, and as much as it killed a part of me I knew I had no choice but to take it.

This time Jason did not even bother trying to make sure I was lubricated he just rammed himself into me making me scream out in pain as I tore. I felt him grow harder at the sound of my pain as he pounded me seeking his release. Before he could find his release he pulled him self out me and slapped my ass before flipping me over declaring he wants to see my face. Once I have been turned over he puts him self back in me and pounds away at me while painfully grabbing my breast and choking me. As he finds his release he lets go of my breast and punches me in the face, finding an even sweeter release at my pain. He pulls out of me a roughly kisses me.

“thanks for the ride bike” he says before turning to the boys, “which one of you is next?” he asks.

“that would be me, Tyler got a release earlier.” Chimes in Paul.

“please, no more” I beg, this is met with another fist to the face from Jason.

“shut it w***e, remember your place! You are nothing.” He screams at me.

Before Paul or Tyler can get a turn there is a knock at the door.

“Jason is that filthy mutt in there? I am hungry and she hasn’t started making lunch. Let the b***h finish her chores then have your fun with it. Though why you lower yourself by seeking pleasure in it is beyond me.” Calls his mother Natasha, the pack Luna.

“clean yourself up and get to the kitchen mutt” the say as they pull their pants up and leave the room. I have never been more grateful for Natasha in my life. I slowly get up off Jason’s bed, grab my cleaning supplies making a note to come back and provide him with fresh sheets knowing the beating he will give me if he is forced to sleep in these sheets that are covered in my blood and the smell of my fear.