Say My Name--Sample (Book 3 of The Claimed Series)

2. Scream My Name

“And why would I want to mate with a weak f*****g b***h like you?” Jeremiah seethed, his breath scaldingly hot against the skin of her cheek.

“We... we’re mates,” Giselle whimpered out, tears sliding down her face faster than she could swipe them away.

“Stop crying!” he yelled back at her, the irises of his eyes being taken over by full-on black. He was pissed. He always seemed to be when it came to his weak mate. “You look ugly when you cry!”

His words only made Giselle cry harder. What had she done to have such a cruel man as Alpha and mate?

“I-I’m s-sor-ry,” she stuttered out, flinching away from him. He would hit her for stuttering. Or for talking. Or for... whatever else he wanted to hit her for that he deemed necessary to punish her.

“Do I have to ram my c**k down your throat to keep you from speaking?” he asked, his voice lower and deadlier. “Because if that’s what it takes, I’ll have you gagging all night on it.”

It had been six months since she had turned 18 and found her mate. She thought she had been lucky, at first. Many she-wolves waited for months, years even, to find their other half. Her parents had hoped that when she did find her mate, that he would be kind and caring. Now, besides Alpha Jeremiah and his Beta, her parents were the only ones that knew she was mated to the cruel Alpha of Blackriver Pack.

Her belongings had been immediately moved into the Alpha’s home when he had found her, but it was not the gesture of a loving and caring mate that made him make the transition so quickly. It was his jealousy, his desire to possess, that fueled him. He would have his mate with him at all times, to please him when he so desired, though no one but a few would ever know of the weak Luna he had been gifted with.

Though Jeremiah Bluth made it abundantly clear he didn’t want Giselle Kincaid as his mate, he wouldn’t reject her, and intended to keep her by his side. She was more or less a form of s****l release, and a female to beat on when his temper got the best of him. Instead of beating his omegas or taking out his anger in training with his warriors, he went back to his home at the end of the day, where he would punish Giselle for crimes she had no idea she had even been committed.

Talk back to the Alpha? Ten lashes with the whip. Do poorly in training? Twenty lashes. Speak without being spoken to? Sing or hum? Thirty.

If there was some sort of formula or algorithm for these trespasses, it was beyond Giselle, and she stopped trying to figure it all out. It was pointless anyway. No matter what, he would beat her bloody every day.

It only irritated him when he came back home and found she was partially healed from the beating the day before. He felt the need to brand her again with his own mark of injustice.

“Please,” she whimpered out. She hated to give him any sort of pleasure. At first, she thought relinquishing control to him would have helped with his obvious anger management issues, but he continued to beat her even after he had dominated her body sexually, and to his own pleasure. More so, in fact. It was like he was angry with himself that he took pleasure in his mate’s weaker body, and it brought out his inner rage. At her. At himself. At everyone.

“Suck it, b***h,” he told her as he unfastened his belt and pulled out his d**k. It was semi-hard and still painful for her to even look at. He was a well-endowed man, and beat her even harder if she couldn’t take him all the way down. Which she never was able to do. At least not fully.

Clearing her throat of excess phlegm that had accrued due to her sobs, she took him into her mouth slowly before his hands locked around her head and his c**k was shoved into her mouth, stabbing the back of her throat. She gagged.

“s**t, I love when your throat locks up around me, my little b***h,” he said, tossing his head back while forcing himself further down her throat.

Almost vomiting, Giselle did what she always tried to do. She relaxed her throat and thought of something else. Anything else. Baking with her mom when she was little. Fishing with her father out on the lake. Hiking with her siblings. Many of them were older and gone from the pack now, having found their mates, but her older brother was still around, working in the pack clinic.

Chase was 26 now, with a mate of his own, and she rarely ever saw him. Though she was abused daily to the point of passing out from the pain, she was never taken to the clinic, and was attended to by the Beta’s female, Kate. Kate was a nurse and completely caring – unlike Jeremiah – but she couldn’t do anything to help her other than bandage her lacerations and bring her medicine when needed. Usually strong pain medications.

A few times, Giselle thought to hoard the pain meds so she could escape the world completely one day. An overdose would be a welcome relief after the constant pain that was inflicted upon her daily. But she also knew that since she was a werewolf, it would take more pain medication than the clinic’s pharmacy probably had stocked to effectively do enough damage to kill her. f*****g werewolf genetics didn’t allow for them to be as affected by maladies, alcohol, or medications as a human would be. Sometimes Giselle wished she were human. She probably would have been beaten to death by now. Painful, but final. This slow death of her soul was too much for her to bear.

After Jeremiah f****d her throat until he came, it felt raw and ached. He was not gentle, and it hurt when she had been forced to swallow down his seed.

Throwing her back on the bed, he then continued to f**k her anally until she bled from her ass, the usual lacerations replacing the old ones.

“f*****g pathetic,” he hissed out at her as he finished on her face.

Jeremiah left her there to clean herself up, his come still slowly dribbling down her face as he walked off to take a shower. Probably washing away the evidence that he had been with her.

Why not just come inside her ass? It was not like he could get her pregnant that way and have another reason to keep her around. He was merely biding his time until he totally lost control one day and killed her. Then he could take one of his other whores to mate and become his Luna. Though he didn’t want her, he couldn’t seem to bring himself to kill her purposely either.

Giselle eventually limped over to the bathroom and used a wet towel to wash his seed from her face, and then turned on the bathtub. She couldn’t put any bath salts or bubble bath in it. Even if he had kindly provided her with some, it would have stung her privates too much to use. Instead, she would have to hope that the scalding hot water would be enough to help soothe her aching and bruised muscles. Either that, or burn her flesh off her and ultimately kill her.

Giselle had once been a part of a loving family at Blackriver Pack. Two caring parents, a protective older brother, and two more sisters. She was the youngest, the baby of the family. Coddled and spoiled, she had thought that having her mate would be all sunshine and rainbows. Her experiences in life had never prepared her for this grim reality.

She sat in the tub, the water gradually cooling to a normal temperature while her red skin turned a light pink. The water was discolored as well with the blood seeping from between her thighs.

She didn’t even realize that someone had come to visit until a soft hand came down upon her shoulder.

Giselle flinched before looking up at the visitor.

Kate. Thank God. Or the Moon Goddess. Or... whomever.

“We need to get you cleaned up,” Kate told her softly. “Carter’s in the other room with one of the pack doctors. Don’t worry. It’s not your brother.”

Carter was Kate’s mate and Jeremiah’s Beta. Giselle had begged for none of them to tell Chase what was happening. She was afraid he would try to challenge the Alpha and be killed in the process. He had a mate and two children that needed him, so it must have been Dr. Dandridge that Kate or Carter had summoned.

The blood continued to seep from between her thighs after she was washed, and she didn’t bother to put on any panties. They would be ruined by the blood, and would probably have to be taken off anyway so Dandridge could sew her up. It wouldn’t be the first time. Or the last most likely.

Sighing as he placed stitches around her vulva, the doctor looked disheartened.

“I... If this type of abuse continues, she’ll be dead before the year is out,” he told Kate and Carter softly as he walked over with his soiled gloves to toss them into his red hazmat container. “There is only so much a wolf can take and she is getting more fragile by the day.”

Giselle was used to them talking about her like she wasn’t there. For all intents and purposes, she wasn’t. She was merely a placeholder until the Alpha would eventually kill her and take another to mate. The man had never believed in rules, and bucked all traditions when he could.

Carter and the doctor spoke a bit more before the Beta thanked the man and allowed him to leave.

Walking over to Giselle, who was seated on the bed next to Kate, he spoke lowly but clearly.

“Luna,” he said. “This can’t continue. You heard Dr. Dandridge. We need a plan to get you out of here. For good.”

Giselle simply gazed up at him, looking numb and feeling like a heap of trash. If it hadn’t been for the fresh trickle of tears falling down her face, Carter would have thought she hadn’t heard him.

“Then kill me,” Giselle said after a brief moment.

There was a pleading quality to her voice, and Kate let out a soft sob. Carter’s pained eyes flickered over to his mate before they slid back over to Giselle’s.

“You know I can’t do that,” he told her. “And I know you don’t deserve that.”

“I don’t deserve this,” Giselle said quietly, gesturing about the room. “It’s like I’m in prison for a crime I didn’t commit. I have no life anymore, no friends. I’m forbidden to see my family. I... please – I just want to die.”

Carter’s jaw ticked with agitation. He had known Giselle – mainly through her brother – since she was young, and this was unlike the vibrant girl she used to be. She had always been a little shy until you cracked her outer shell, but she was kind and warm to everyone. He had never imagined she would become Luna only to be beaten down by his Alpha. An Alpha whose head had grown too big with the power of his title.

Yet, maybe she had something there. If Jeremiah thought she was dead, he would probably request for her body to be taken off his land and then blame a rogue on her disappearance and death.

“I have a better idea, Elle,” he said to her, using her childhood nickname to garner her full attention. “Now listen carefully...”

***

Giselle woke with a start. An irritating beeping noise was coming from somewhere, and she looked frantically around the room to figure out where she was, and what the sound meant.

The room was dark, but her heightened wolf senses could still distinguish almost everything in the space.

The last thing Giselle remembered was Jeremiah’s eyes. They were black with rage as he pulled back his fist before connecting with her face.

Then... silence. Complete and utter nothingness. It was a relief.

She thought she had dreamed about waking up in a forest and seeing a few men surrounding her, but it was only a flash and then it was gone.

But... where was she now? It smelled heavily like the antiseptics of a sterile environment. She had only been to a hospital once growing up when she had received a compound fracture to her leg falling out of her treehouse. The leg had to be set quickly before healing kicked in, and she remembered that this is what it had smelled like there as well.

So, she must not be in her own pack lands since she wasn’t ever allowed out of the Alpha’s home. Carter’s plan must have worked, somewhat. But where was she? How far had he traveled in order to get rid of her body? And was Jeremiah unaware that she still lived? God, she hoped so.

Giselle tried to call out.

Nothing.

Clutching at her throat, she felt bandages there and decided to try and get to her feet to find someone. She needed to know where she was. Though she was certain that this wasn’t Blackriver territory, she wouldn’t rest until she was completely convinced.

Her legs gave out from beneath her when she stood, and she nearly stumbled before moving away from the bed.

One faltering step. Two steps. Three.

She made her way gingerly over to the door and flicked on the light switch.

The room bathed itself in fluorescent lighting, and she cringed away from the harsh glare of it in her eyes.

The beeping started to escalate, the invasive sound becoming more rapid with each passing moment.

She started to panic, and moved away from the door. She needed to make the beeping stop. Pulling at anything on her body, Giselle found she had something clamped to her finger. It was a foreign object. And there were circular pads on her chest. Gleaming white and stuck onto her skin with little wires attached.

Giselle pulled everything off of her body and the beeping stopped. Only then, it was followed by one continuous loud noise. Like the beeping had turned into a high-pitched shriek that threatened to break her down with its insistence.

Giselle clamped her hands over her ears to try to quell the sound, but it was almost useless. She could still hear it, and her hands only dampened the sound the slightest bit.

On her knees now, she crawled over to the corner of the room in her flimsy hospital gown and panties, folded her knees to her chest, and wished she could make a sound. Any sound. Just so someone could find the source of the noise, and make it go away.

As the tears poured down to her chin, the door to the room opened swiftly, and Giselle looked up to see a female in a white coat.

The woman seemed to be mid to late 20′s, and was a pretty blonde with sparkling blue eyes. She was of medium height, maybe five foot six or seven, and wearing sensibly low heels under black slacks.

Looking over to the small creature huddled in the corner, Evelyn D’Amato saw her flinch away from her as she moved to come closer.

Giselle gave a high-pitched scream and another nurse came running into the room.

“Call the Alpha,” Evelyn told the frightened nurse. “Tell him the patient is awake.”

“Is... is she rogue?” the nurse asked, nose crinkling.

“Does she smell rogue to you, you i***t?” Evelyn asked, immediately becoming irritated with the moronic nurse. “She is a patient only. Now, do as I say.”

A few minutes later, Evelyn was waiting in the main lobby for Alpha Liam, who had been awakened from a deep sleep for this.

Seeing him in his black leather jacket over a muscle shirt and black jeans, he rushed into the facility and went straight to Dr. D’Amato.

“Where is she?” he asked, voice still thick from sleep.

“She’s awake and in her room,” Evelyn told him. “But there’s a problem, Alpha.”

“What is that? Does she refuse treatment? Send her away if she does,” Liam spat out, irritated that he was being awoken for a non-compliant, trespassing she-wolf.

“No, Alpha,” Evelyn told him. “She doesn’t speak.”

“She refuses to or cannot?”

“I believe a bit of both,” Evelyn told him. “She tries to make sounds, but nothing comes out. For all intents and purposes, she is a mute.”