Ava
It must have been dark. It seemed to be 9 or 11 o'clock. It was damp and bitterly cold. It was also pitch black... It was 10 December. Her birthday. It was supposed to be her happiest day. Let's say... her day off. And yet here she was. Here, in this room that would surely be her new refuge for the rest of her life. An umpteenth tear rolled down her cheeks as she felt her she-wolf suffer, felt her moan inside her...
Ava was used to suffering, but this time it was worse... And yet she hadn't been beaten. It was no doubt the weight of her uncertain future...
Through the blur of tears, Ava looked at her clammy, trembling hands and the tight rope that held them. She was bleeding... Probably from her fight against her tormentors, as she had refused to get into the van a few hours earlier...
If only she could heal herself... Ava winced in pain as she moved her hands. She had never needed Leah, her she-wolf, so much... She called out to her in her mind, but as always, she didn't answer. What could she expect from a she-wolf she had never seen? She was sure she was mute... ill or even... dead. All she did was moan from time to time. Especially when her stepfather hit her...
How did she get herself into this situation? she asks herself, suddenly aware of what's happening to her... Her stepfather. That was the only answer to her question. She had very little memory of what had happened before she arrived. It's normal, she was only 7 when he moved in with her and her mother. Like any little girl, she was happy to finally have a new father, with whom she could have even more happy memories like with her late father.
If only she knew... she thought with a sad smile.
She resented the innocent, happy and fulfilled little girl that she was. Over the last few years, she had constantly blamed herself for her mother's remarriage. Her friends harassed her because she didn't have a father. Her mother must have wanted to fulfil her desire...
Ava remembered very well the day he met his stepfather for the first time. She wore a pink dress with flowers, high heels and make-up to make a good impression. She wanted to look as pretty as possible so as not to scare her 'daddy' away. And him... he was wearing a blue shirt and had brought two bunches of flowers.
"He's nice, Mum..." she remembers saying before falling asleep that night. Without knowing it, it would be the last best day of her life.
The next day, he was still there and she was happy... But the next few days were not what she had hoped for. He always scolded and hit her before sending her to spend the night in the cellar. Her mother, blind and loving, thought it was for the good of the little girl. The years went by and Ava was soon 18. As if the misfortunes of her home weren't enough, nature had to take its toll on her. She was an Omega. A poor Omega, who could only transform herself halfway... She didn't even know the color of her She-wolf's hair.
It was so sad...
Her situation was made worse by her mother's accident, which left her in a wheelchair and caused the death of her She-wolf... If before she was blind to her daughter's torments, now she is insensitive... She even once ordered her daughter to look after her father-in-law if he ever wanted to share her bed.
Yes, she remembered that day, it was one evening after dinner, they were still at the table and it was cold outside...
"Matthieu, you know... Ava is just a young me. Since I can hardly make love to you, you can take her instead of me." Her mother said.
"Mum?" she replied with surprise, not understanding what she had just said.
"I mean it, Ava. It's even an order. You have to look after your father for me. Maybe this is your way of thanking him. You're still a virgin, you'll be very precious to him. He'll take very good care of you."
She had tried to answer, but her father had grabbed her by the hair and beaten her that night. He tried to take her This night, but luckily someone came knocking at the door and he had to give up. He tried several times over the next two years, but each time he was powerless and he cannot be erect. However, the young woman felt soiled because he didn't just go away and leave her alone, but stripped her naked and beat her until she bled, as if she was the cause of his impotence...
All this went on until yesterday, when her father-in-law sold her. 150 gold coins. She had begged her mother not to let him do it, but her mother had gone back up to her room and told Matthieu that she would be waiting for him in the bedroom once the negotiations were over. For once, Ava had thought her mother would come to her aid, but she had let her stepfather sell her. Sell her to the Alpha. Their Alpha that everyone feared.
Khaïd...
He was cursed and had lost his powers. The story goes that he killed a powerful witch who cursed him before dying. And it was after his curse that he became so cruel and unfeeling...
Ava, you're in deep s**t anyway," she said to herself. Her tears intensified and rolled down her cheeks. Her position was uncomfortable and she wanted to die. Why hadn't she run away from home?
If only she had, she wouldn't be here.
But her mother... She may not have been kind to Ava, but she was her mother and when Ava didn't get noticed, her stepfather took it out on her. If she left, he was sure Matthew wouldn't hesitate to kill her mother.
She looked up at the sky and saw the full moon... It was a full moon tonight... She had completely forgotten.
Leah... I'm begging you. Show yourself... she prayed inwardly.
She wasn't sure she'd be able to get through the iron door in her werewolf form, but at least she knew she still had a chance of getting out. If she was weak and timid, Leah was surely strong and courageous... Let's just say she hoped so.
"Happy 20st birthday to me" she murmured sadly.
Her last present had been a storybook when she was 10. After that, her stepfather had decided that she was far too old to receive presents. He only gave her a present on her birthday. Speaking of presents... Maybe it was a good thing he'd sold her, she suddenly thought. She didn't think she would suffer more here than at home. She smiled tightly as she remembered that her stepfather had promised to buy her a dildo for her birthday this year. That way, he could watch her satisfy herself and get hard. And finally... He could enjoy her.
It was pitiful...
She could still remember last night... It wasn't much fun, but it was better than tonight....
