A Beast's Prisoner

-This book became PTR on 11/9/21- (Quick reminder that English is not my main language) Sometimes, you need to go through something in order to get to where you need to be. Sometimes, what you think it’s meant for you, is not. Like a karmic fling or a flame that just passes through. But you don’t need to chase because what is meant for you, will come to you. It is already yours. -Malena POV- “Mmh” Moans escape my mouth over and over. Never had I thought that I would be here, having s*x with a man I just met. But I couldn’t help it. I felt this immense attraction towards him. The way he talked, the way he moved, it made me want him. His touch is electrifying and as I hear his moaning and grunting, I get even more excited. “You are mine.” He grunts out as he thrusts into me. His fingertips dig into my skin. I can feel him scratching my thighs, but I am so into it that it doesn’t hurt. The way he looked at me when we met at the bar was as if he was completely in love with me and honestly, that should have been a red flag. But I was just as captivated with him as he was with me. His eyes roamed every inch of my body and it thrilled me. His smile immediately made me skip a beat. I have never met anyone like him. No one has ever made me feel like this. From the moment our eyes met, I was entangled in his web. It wasn’t even something I could think about, my body just reacted to him and here I am. Giving myself to a man of which I only know by name. “Hendrix!” I moan his name as I reach an orgasm. He grunts loudly. “You are all mine now.” He says. His head then dips to my neck and a sharp pain goes through it that engulfs my whole body. I scream now in pain. I try to push him off of me but he bites even harder and holds me tighter in place. He is too strong. “Stop...” I plead with a ragged tone. He stops biting and lifts his head up. His eyes are darker than the brown eyes he had before and my blood now stains his mouth. My vision starts to fade as I try to push him away with no success. He smiles. “You are all mine, mine... my mate.” --- --- --- “Mom!” I am startled and brought back from my flashback. “Yes, sweetheart?” I ask now completely giving my full attention to my son, Dayton. “Mom, what color should I wear?” He asks holding two small suits up for me to see. “It is Thursday sweetheart. Your father will be wearing a grey suit so you do the same. You know that’s how he likes it.” I say. He nods and goes back to his room. I take a deep breath and start getting ready as well. It’s been six almost seven years since that day. I was nineteen the day Hendrix kidnapped me and took me to live in his mansion. After that night, I learned everything about what he was. More like I had a crash course on the werewolf world. I learned of their super abilities. How they believe in the moon goddess. How they think that the moon goddess gives them all a mate and they mark them when they find them. How they live in packs and I learned all of their werewolf hierarchy. How only those of Alpha blood can be the leader of a pack but that position can be taken away by being beaten in a challenge by another Alpha. That night, I learned that Hendrix was a werewolf. An Alpha to be exact. And I was the unlucky human who ended up as his mate. He told me of the mate bond and how it can’t be undone unless one of us dies. For weeks I was terrified. Not just because he was a werewolf, a supernatural being that was not supposed to exist but also because he was not the nice guy I had pictured him to be when I first met him. The first week he didn’t touch me. He said he would give me that to adjust. The second week when I refused him, he gave me a beating and also the days that followed, when I refused him as well. I actually managed to escape once and I did the stupidest thing I could do. I went back to my family. He knew I would. When I got to my parents' house, I found them, dead. He walked out of one of the rooms with fresh blood stained on his clothes and dragged me back to the packhouse. With that, he made sure I had no reason to try and run away again. To have nothing to come back to. Needless to say, he beat me again. Thankfully, I am a quick learner. I learned that I had to comply if I wanted to survive because the eight beatings that he gave me, almost killed me. So, I became the good girl that would do his every bidding. I hated it but it kept me alive. He had taken everything from me. My family, my life. After that horrible night, I never tried leaving again but I kept hope that one day I would. Then to my horror, I got pregnant. Of course, it’s what he wanted. He wanted a child from his mate. That’s when Dayton was born. I gave him a son. Right after, I made sure I would never get pregnant again. I drank and still drink my pills religiously as if I was warding away the devil himself but he doesn’t know it. The doctor found out but he pitied me. He knew what would happen to me if Hendrix found out that I was preventing another pregnancy. So, to my surprise, the doctor lied to him and told him I couldn’t bear any more children. I thank God every day that Hendrix believed him. I love Dayton more than anything, more than life, more than myself. But the moment he was born, my life became his and all hope of leaving and escaping were drowned. Now we are both prisoners because not even Dayton is immune to his father’s wrath. Hendrix has never physically hurt Dayton. But he has yelled at him to the point where Dayton was afraid of him. He is hard on him and doesn’t let him just be a child. Hendrix talks to Dayton as if he was a grown man, a soldier and I hate it. But one thing I am grateful for. Hendrix has never hurt me in front of Dayton. Perhaps it’s just to keep a good image in our son’s eyes only but I am okay with that. I don’t want Dayton to grow up seeing that. “Luna, you have five minutes.” Vera says. I nod. “Okay.” She is basically my personal maid and bodyguard. Has been with me since I arrive at the pack. She is the only one that understands me because she has seen firsthand what I have been through. She is the same age as me, twenty-five. And she is the only friend I have here. I put my long brown wavy hair in a slicked ponytail. My makeup is simple, just like Hendrix likes it. My dress is impeccable. A white tube dress that goes to my knees. It shows cleavage but not a lot. Everything I wear is personally picked by Hendrix so I don’t have to worry if he doesn’t like it or if he doesn’t approve. I put white heels on and then I look myself in the mirror to make sure there is nothing out of place. I nod, giving myself the okay, and head to Dayton’s room where he is already ready for the day, thanks to Vera. He smiles. “All done mommy.” “Good baby.” I hold my hand out to him. “Let’s go.” Vera smiles as we leave the room. “I hope we have a good day.” She says. I sigh. “Me too.” We walk out of the room with Vera following. She has to always be with us under Hendrix orders. I am not joking when I say Hendrix runs his house, his pack like he is a mob boss. He is a tyrant. So, a lot of us are scared of him. We start walking through the halls of the luxurious mansion. It is modern with white marble floors that run throughout the whole house. As we walk down the stairs, columns run down on the edge of the circular stairs, making the house look even grander. At the bottom, we reach the foyer where uncommonly we see Hendrix. He stands there looking pissed with a few other pack members. Samuel, Hendrix's Beta, looks in our direction and gives me a once over. He then lifts a hand towards us to stop us from going any further. We stop five steps up and watch what is happening. I hug Dayton from behind making sure he stays close. “You dare challenge me?!” Hendrix shouts to another pack member. “I will kill you without mercy.” He growls out. The other pack member growls at Hendrix. “I challenge you Alpha for the Alpha position.” I take a deep breath. (I hate this.) This always happens. Only those of Alpha blood can be Alphas and so only those with Alpha blood get to challenge an Alpha. But not everyone that has Alpha blood can be Alpha. Only the strongest one and Hendrix has defended his title over and over. It is clear to everyone that he is the strongest Alpha in the pack. I do worry because I need him to win. If he loses, the next Alpha will kill me and Dayton. Because Hendrix is strong, Dayton will be too and that poses a threat to them. “You choose to die? Very well.” Hendrix says. “Outside.” They all start walking out. We walk down the stair and stand in front of the door to watch. Pack members form a circle in front of the house and inside the circle, Hendrix and the challenger stand. Someone stands on my side. I glance to see Kitty, as Hendrix calls her. His mistress. She was here before I was and obviously doesn’t like me but I don’t mind her. She keeps Hendrix distracted and I am okay with that. “They are at it again?” She mumbles. I ignore her and take my attention back to the fight. Hendrix always wins but I still get nervous. (Come on. You have to win. We can’t die now, not when everything is going according to plan. We will escape, even if it kills me. I just need you to win this fight now.) Hendrix makes a spectacle of the fight. The other Alpha didn’t stand a chance. But Hendrix always does it, he always does an overkill. Hendrix, still in his human form, keeps slashing at the dead Alpha until he reaches his heart. He takes the heart out and holds it up for everyone to see, then, he squeezes it until it bursts. (He makes me sick.)