Monster

A/N

Hi guys :)

This is a dark story with sexual abuse in the first chapter, violence and gore in many of the others. If that's not your cup of tea, you probably shouldn't read it.

You should know that English isn’t my first language so there will be spelling, grammar and language errors but I hope it doesn’t put you off.

If you decide to read my story, I hope you’ll enjoy it.

Happy reading :)

Much love to you all.

Tina.

Trigger warning. There’s a sexual abuse part in this chapter.

Chapter 1 - In the beginning….

“Please don’t…”

I look down at the kneeling fucker in front of me. He's crying like a child, but I look at him with dead, emotionless eyes as I point the knife in my hand at him and say, “give me one fucking reason why I should let you live.” He looks up at me pleadingly but all I feel is rage and disgust… And a smug sense of satisfaction.

“I-I can be better. I’ll quit and move away. I-I’ll never-.”

What a load of bullshit!

In one swift move, I cut his throat, just like I’ve learned and done many, many times before.

“Doubt it!”

He frantically tries to hold the bleeding wound together, but he’s already lost a lot of blood. It pains me that I can’t torture him, just like he did me, but this will have to do.

He's created a monster and now he’s paying for it.

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Six years earlier.

Age seventeen

Hannah’s POV.

“Hannah, get up. Everyone's waiting.”

Alice’s voice wakes me up and my groggy mind takes a second to understand what she said. Then I look at the clock and panic sets in.

No, no, no, no. I overslept. That only means one thing. I’m going to be punished. I pray they’ll go easy on me this time.

Panicking, I quickly get dressed and hurry into the kitchen. Just as I pass the threshold, a fist connects with my face, making me fall to the floor.

Willis, my Alpha, is towering over me, looking furious, which makes me shake with fear of what he’s going to do to me. I look at my other packmates, pleading for help, but no one's looking at me. They’re busy looking at anything other than the situation in front of them.

“Since you don’t know the time, I guess I’ll have to teach you!” Willis says. Some might find him handsome with his shoulder-length brown hair, strong chin, and deep brown eyes, but all I see is evil. He gets off on other people’s pain and fear.

Grabbing me by my hair, he drags me out of the kitchen, and I see the Beta, Dan, stand up and follow us. Willis drags me down into the basement, my back hitting every step on the way. I try not to cry out in pain because it'll only make things worse for me.

They tie my wrists together around a wooden pole in the middle of the damp basement. I don’t struggle. My 5.3" small frame is no match for their strength, so what would be the point?

“So, what should we use today?” Willis asks. I hear the familiar sound of the thing I fear the most. A whip with shards of glass embedded in it.

They rip off my shirt and bra, making me tremble against the cold, rough wooden pole. Tears run down my cheeks while I sob as quietly as I can, anticipating the pain I’m about to endure.

The crack of the whip fills the air, and I feel the glass cut into the skin on my back. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop the scream that escapes my throat, which makes both of them chuckle. “Yeah, scream for us.”

They whip me five more times before they stop. I can feel blood trickle down my back from the wounds that feel like they’re on fire while my throat hurts from screaming. I feel a hand on the back of my head before I smell Dan’s foul breath. “You’re pathetic.” He slams my head into the pole, making my vision blur.

“I think she needs one last lesson, Dan. Enjoy,” Willis says before I hear him walk up the stairs, slamming the door shut behind him. Dan yanks my hips back against his groin. I know what’s coming, but I’m too exhausted from the pain to do anything.

He pulls down my sweatpants and rips off my panties before he unbuckles his belt. “I’m going to use you, and you are going to take it all like a good bitch.”

He pulls down his pants, takes his disgusting dick in his hand and starts to stroke it. He then spits on it and roughly slams into my dry core, making me whimper in pain. He drills into me fast and hard, making me grip the pole tightly. With tears streaming down my face, I do what I’ve taught myself. I shut down. My mind goes numb while I wish myself to a happy place. Meeting my wolf. Being free. Finding my mate and having a family. But that’s never going to happen.

When Dan is finally done, he pulls out and comes on my back. I flinch in pain when his cum mixes with the bloody lashes on my back. He pulls up his pants, kicks me in the ribs, and yanks my head back, by my hair.

“Maybe you’ll know the time now, but I hope not because I like that pussy of yours.”

He drags his tongue over my cheek with one long lick, lets go of my hair, and leaves the basement. I slump down on the cold, concrete floor with my sweatpants around my ankles. I whimper because of the pain in my used core while cum and blood trickle down my back.

They've treated me like a slave since my parents died in a rogue attack a year ago.

When they were alive, they left me alone. Granted, they weren’t all that excited about us, but we lived in peace. I don’t think the rest of the pack knows that Dan rapes me. Only Willis knows. I often wonder why he doesn’t just kill me.

Then I realize, they’ll just find another victim…. But I just can’t take this anymore. Staying here will break me completely and I'm not sure I’ll come back from that.

I don’t know how long I’ve been in the basement when the door opens, and Willis comes down the stairs. He kneels down in front of me with a disgusting grin and grabs my chin so hard it hurts, forcing me to look at him.

“Have you learned your lesson, or should I send Dan down here again?”

I quickly shake my head, and he looks at me for a moment before he unties my wrists. “That’s a good bitch. Now get out of my sight!”

I get up, pull up my sweatpants, cover my breasts with my arms and stagger up the stairs. I order my shaking legs to take me to my room, praying that no one will see me. When I get there, I collapse on my stomach on the dirty mattress on the floor.

Not long after, the door opens and Dan’s mate, Alice, comes in. “When are you going to learn, Hannah?”

I stay silent. What am I supposed to say? Being whipped is amazing. That’s why I keep screwing up. It's my new dream job.

She sighs in anger and frustration before she starts to clean the wounds on my back. I haven't gotten my wolf yet so I don’t heal as fast as the others and the wounds could get infected, which would make it impossible for me to do all my chores. We can’t have that now, can we.

I flinch when Alice rubs the disinfectant on the lashes. “It’s your own fault! Just do your fucking chores and this wouldn’t happen.”

Not so sure about that.

“And frankly, I’m getting sick and tired of cleaning you up all the time!”

When she finishes cleaning my back, she gets up and leaves. The pain keeps me from sleeping, so I lie the rest of the day, thinking about my life. Thinking about what a hell it is and how I can escape it. I can’t take it anymore. If this keeps happening, I will break, and I don’t want to live the rest of my life as a broken shell.

Suddenly, something stirs inside me, making my mind and body alert. It’s like something snaps into place, making me feel determined and… Strong?

I have to get out of here. I have to get away from this hellhole. I’m not a slave. I’m my mother’s daughter! She was so strong.

I slowly get off the mattress and go into the small bathroom, where I open the cistern on the toilet and take out a ziplock bag filled with money my mom left me. I’ve kept them hidden from everybody so they wouldn’t take them from me.

I go back into my room, grab a duffel bag from the small dresser, and put everything I have in it, which is two t-shirts. I slowly put one on, making sure it doesn’t touch my back while I do. I don’t have any more underwear left. My last set was ruined in the basement so it’ll have to do with the sweats and t-shirt.

The pain makes it difficult to move but I still manage because I have to get away from here. I’m scared shitless, thinking that it would be easier to just kill myself. The thought of it is better than what they'd do if they caught me.

I hesitate, but the stirring comes back, making me feel strong and determined. It feels strange because it’s been so long since I’ve felt like this.

Where does it come from?

I shake my head. No time to think about that. It’s now or never!

I slowly crack the door open and look down the hall. It’s empty. The house is silent, and I pray to the Goddess that everyone's asleep.

Taking a deep breath, I sneak out of my room and down the hallway to the living room. I stop to listen if I can hear anything besides my thundering heart that’s threatening to jump out of my chest. After a couple of seconds, I silently tiptoe out to the front door.

Slowly opening it, I sneak outside. It makes a loud creaking sound, making me freeze, but a loud voice in my head screams, “RUN!”

Hearing a door open down the hall, I take off sprinting out of the small pack house and over the lawn in front of the house. My cardio sucks because I haven’t trained in over a year, so my lungs burn, but I don’t stop. No, I push my body to run faster. I have to get as far away as possible as fast as I can.

When I reach the forest, there’s a sudden painful pull in my chest that almost makes me stumble.

The border! I’m at the border of the pack’s territory. The pull stops and I realize what’s happened. My bond to the pack is severed. The joy I feel is quickly replaced with fear, though. Shit. I’m a rogue now. Every pack wolf on the planet is free to kill me now.

An unfamiliar voice, in my head, whispers, “but you’re not a wolf, are you?” I almost yelp in shock. What the hell?

That’s when I hear it. A loud roar coming from the pack house. A force stronger than I've ever felt makes me take off sprinting further into the forest.

After a while, I’m almost about to collapse, when I feel a bone crack and a searing pain shoots through my entire body. I fall to the ground, and I can’t stop the cry from escaping my throat.

Another crack.

I’m writhing in pain as my bones keep breaking. Am I shifting? Is this my first shift? I’ve heard that it hurts the first time, but this is torture. I almost miss the whip. Almost.

Large teeth press through my gums, hands transform into paws, and I feel big. Unbelievably big. Slowly, the pain subsides, leaving me panting. I feel strong. Freakishly strong. And my back has stopped hurting.

I look down at my paws and…They look different from wolf paws.

“That’s because they are.”

I jump up at the sound in my head.

“What the...”

I hear snickering.

“I’m Sikari, your… Animal.”

“Are you my wolf?”

Excitement rises in me. I finally get to meet my wolf.

“Well... Not exactly,” it snickers again.

I’m totally confused. I’m a werewolf. Where's my wolf?”

I look around and spot a small creek 20" from me. I want to go over there so I can look at my reflection, but I can’t move.

“There’s no time for that. I’ll explain everything later. Right now, we have to get out of here! No one can see me. It’s too dangerous.”

Shit. I forgot that I’m running away. I lift my bag with my large teeth and start sprinting freakishly fast. I feel so strong. Empowered. I’m so confused, but my questions will have to wait.

A couple of hours pass, I think, before I stop at the edge of the forest outside a small town I don’t recognize.

“Now you have to shift back to your human form.”

“Uhm, how do I do that?”

“Picture yourself in your human form. Your body will take it from there.”

I try to picture myself, but I’m having trouble doing it. Since the beatings started, I haven’t looked at myself in a mirror.

I concentrate as hard as I can, and my bones start to crack. I suppress my screams as best as I can, so I won't attract attention from my old pack or the town in front of me. After a moment, I’m back in my human form. It didn’t hurt as much as the first time, but it definitely hurt!

Being back to myself, my survival instinct kicks in. My whole body hurts and I could lie down and sleep right here. There must be a motel around here. I look down at my clothes, or lack thereof. I’m freakin' naked. I quickly find my bag and pull out the t-shirt.

“I can’t go like this. I don’t have any pants.”

“Do you see any other options?”

Sikari’s question annoys the crap out of me. Of course, I don’t.

I have to go into town in only a t-shirt, which brings out my insecure side. People will see me. I can’t do this. I’m not strong enough. Plus, I’ve been beaten. I must look like crap. And what if someone recognizes me?

“STOP THAT SHIT RIGHT NOW!” Sikari’s voice booms in my head. “Don’t put yourself down. You’re more than that! If you weren’t strong, I wouldn’t be with you! There's a reason why we’re together. Now, get yourself together and move!”

“Alright, alright, just…. Give me a sec.”

Taking some deep breaths, I try to find my courage, but I don’t feel it. She’s right, though. We have to get going so I take one final breath before I nod.

“Okay, let’s do this.”