The Rogue Lycan's Mate

Chapter 4

Delilah was standing in the kitchen peeling potatoes. It had been over a week now since she was regularly let out of the closet. She kept looking for opportunities to leave, but so far they had never left her alone.

She always had at least one person with her, and if they left her alone somewhere, her ankle was chained to something. She watched one of the girls come over to her picking up a potato. She was speaking to her, pointing to the potato. She assumed she was asking her what it was called. "Potato."

She looked back down at all the ones she had peeled so far. They didn't trust her with a knife yet. She couldn't blame them, she would most likely stab the Alpha and Beta in the eyes with it.

She was now being shared nightly between the two of them. Never together, but she could hear them often argue over who would get her for the night. She didn't care anymore. She felt broken. She knew that she'd been here for months now, but at least she was allowed to eat some fruit.

Delilah blinked as someone was snapping their fingers in her face, and she looked over at a girl wearing some form of uniform. She was clearly yelling at her for something, when Lilly came over and said something to her. She heard the words "Sorry." She knew that one finally.

She handed the peeler to Lilly. When the girl grabbed her arm, she followed her out of the kitchen, and upstairs. She had some sort of cart with different things on it.

She followed the girl into the Beta's bedroom, and watched as she was picking up clothing and stuff off the ground, and then pointed to her. She titled her head slightly, before it dawned on her. She wanted her to help clean.

She stepped into the room, helping pick up clothing off the ground, putting it in a basket. She was handed something with what looked like feathers all in it, and watched the girl wave it over the shelves and surfaces before pointing to her, and motioning the whole room.

"Dust," She heard the girl say, and nodded. "Me dust." She started running the duster over surfaces in the room, on bookshelves, paintings, anything she thought would have dust on it. The Beta's room wasn't that big, it was just a regular bedroom. Alpha had the biggest room.

He had almost like a small house in his room. It had a kitchen, living room, and two bedrooms along with her prison. When she finished dusting, she turned to the girl handing her the duster. She smiled happily at her patting arm.

Delilah followed her into the bathroom where she handed her some weird spraying thing that smelled weird to her. She wondered why they didn't use magic to clean? She then remembered that they were faes, that they most likely couldn't do what they could.

Nothing really got dirty in the realm, and if it did, magic cleaned it for them. She finished cleaning the bathroom, following the girl out of the room to find three other girls out in the hall talking. They said the word 'Alpha' in their sentence, and she could only assume they had already cleaned his room.

She wondered if they had seen her prison, and watched as one of the girls looked at her with sympathy. She was pushed into another room by who she could only assume was the leader.

She started picking up clothing, tossing them all in the hamper, and once the floor was all cleaned, she grabbed the duster. She started dusting a painting of a girl with long black hair and a white dress. She had a wolf with her, and she couldn't help but admire her.

Was she someone who lived in this pack? She suddenly felt someone grab hold of her waist being pulled up against someone. When she looked, it wasn't someone she recognized. He was a tall, muscled blonde-haired man. He was speaking words to her. She didn't understand as his hands traveled to her breasts, grabbing them hard.

She whimpered, not knowing what to do. She was already being shared between the Alpha and Beta. She didn't think she could handle anymore of the abuse. She felt his hand starting to slide up her leg, and turned the duster in her hand to the none-feathered end.

She turned around, kneeing him between the legs, then repeatedly beat him with the end of the duster in the face as hard as she could. He hit her, but she didn't stop despite the pain in her ribs.

Delilah finally stood up when he stopped moving, dropping the duster in her hand. She felt panic course through her, and quickly looked around the room.

She ran to the window, opening it up, seeing it wasn't that far from a drop. She quickly climbed out the window, jumping out as she landed on the ground she heard a scream coming from the window.

She didn't think she had just taken off, running across the yard and making her way to the forest. She was running through the forest when she started hearing the thundering of paws gaining on her.

She pushed herself as hard as she could to run faster, but was tackled down to the ground by a wolf. She rolled over, slapping and hitting the wolf, but it just bit down on her arm, and started to drag her back.

Delilah pulled on her arm, trying to be free, but the wolf just bit down harder, and shook her like she was a rag doll. It was a large black wolf, with brown under the belly.

She could see the blood trailing down her arm from where he was biting down and dragging her. She was dragged all the way back to the house before the wolf let her go in front of Alpha.

She laid on the ground now having cuts and bruises from being dragged through the forest. Her arm was bleeding so badly, and she had lost so much blood that she was feeling dizzy.

Alpha was yelling at someone, or herself she didn't know. She was too busy trying to keep her eyes from closing. She felt someone take her arm, and start applying pressure to it.

She so desperately wanted to shove the hand away, and let her die. She felt someone grab hold of her hair, forcing her neck to the side before they bit down on her neck hard.

Delilah let out a loud cry, struggling against the bite as she felt the bond to her mate shatter. She tried to scream no, but she was feeling lightheaded, and her world slowly turned black.