Mated To The Alpha and His Beta

Chapter six

Elena's POV

I had figured out how to get down the stairs after my punishment by Herod and wrap tidying up breakfast before I began cleaning the remainder of the pack house. It was presently about 12 PM, and I was depleted and prepared for my bed. I went to my room and found that it had been obliterated. That truly doesn't astonish me. Beverly and her friends like to come in here and rubbish it. That is to say, there isn't a lot to waste, yet they didn't figure out how to obliterate my only cover. It was great that it was summer, and it didn't get too chilly in my room. My head hit the cushion and the following thing I knew, my alert was going off. It was currently 4 am and William's eighteenth birthday celebration. The idea creeped me out. If he got me alone, god knows how he would treat me.

I unobtrusively slipped into the bathroom and washed up. I tried to wash my injuries from yesterday, yet they were as yet raw and hurt. I got out and had my towel wrapped around me when William stepped in, holding something.

"Can you at least wish me a happy birthday? I just came to check whether you were my mate; sadly, you are not. However, it actually won't prevent me from having you. Herod and I have an extraordinary treat for you this evening. You can definitely relax."

He ventured nearer to me and began running his hands to my uncovered arms. I was frozen, completely still. He pulled on my towel, yet I expected more tightness to remember.

"Slave, why don't we have a sneak look at what is to come this evening? Herod told me about your punishment and to say I was desirous and needed you for myself."

He kept on pulling on my towel until it was gone, and I was totally exposed before him. I was attempting to cover myself, however he pushed me against the wall and stuck my hands over my head.

"I couldn't say whether I can hold on until this evening. I may simply need to take you now. Can you feel how hard I am as a result of you?"

He expressed this as he was crushing himself on my leg. He moved his knee between my legs and constrained them separated.

"Kindly don't do this William. You can be better than this. I don't need this." I told him as I began to cry.

"Herod would kill me if he realized I did something, yet there isn't anything wrong about using your mouth."

He got to my neck and constrained me to kneel down. He moved his hand from my neck to my hair and grasped it so close I figured he would tear it out. He unzipped his jeans with his free hand and hauled himself out and attempted to force it into my mouth, yet I wouldn't open up.

"We can do this the simple way or the most difficult way possible you pick," he snarled at me.

I just shook my head no at him.

"I wouldn't fret the most difficult way possible. I like to hurt you." He said, taking my head and hamming it against the wall.

"Are you ready?"

Once more, I just shook my head at him, yet this time he carried his knee to my nose and broke it. I panted for air through my mouth, and he required that second to hammer himself into my mouth. I was frail to stop him, as I was unable to see with my eyes watering and couldn't inhale with him pushed in me. He at last got done and let me go.

I tumbled to the ground, attempting to slow down and rest. My eyes were all the while watering, and I had blood emerging from my nose.

He inclined down and said, "My god, I've needed to do that for quite a while. I can hardly hang tight for this evening when I can have most of you."

With that, he tossed a few clothes at me and let me know I needed to look good today with people showing up day in and day out. I was grateful for not wearing rags, however his words left bile in my throat. I chose at that moment that if I got out, I would leave and never look back. I couldn't care less if I became a rogue. It was worth it. I promised that one day, some way or another, I would seek my revenge on these people.

Everything was set up and all set. I was strolling around filling beverages and keeping things clean when I smelled something so reviving. It smelled like rain showers and grass. It was great, and soothing.

I was abandoned for the vast majority of the evening and as things wrapped up; I planned to conceal myself in the woods that encompassed the pack. I planned to stay away from William. I came to the clearing when I heard somebody behind me. I went to see William with a look of unadulterated fiendish all over. It was now or never. I ran as quickly as possible. I was no counterpart for him, as he handily got me and tossed me on the ground. He was pissed and needed to hurt. He snatched my leg with such power that the bone broke. I wouldn't shout, and I wouldn't give him the fulfillment. He punched my face to keep me quelled. He started pulling my skirt up and my undies down and at that point, I won't allow this to reoccur. I did the only thing I could imagine, and I shouted for all that I was worth.

"Shut up, b***h. There is no getting away from this. You will be mine to do what I need with."

He kept on landing blows on my face and ribs. I'm almost certain some are broken. He then, at that point, went to my throat and began to crush. I was seeing stars and near dropping. All the fight I had in me was leaving. I was unable to do it significantly more. He planned to kill me this evening, and I made harmony with that. I was prepared to see my parents again and to have this torment end. I would have rather not been in torment everyday.

He let go of my throat and I attempted to swallow in as much air as possible, yet he had torn my skirt up and destroyed my shirt and bra.

"Sad you're the pack slave since you truly are beautiful, Elena. If you didn't kill your parents, you would have been somebody in the pack."

I just laid there and allowed him to do what he needed, trusting it would kill me. His fingers had entered my body and were pushing in and out. He was breathing hard, and he was scouring himself against my leg. I could feel how hard he was, and I realized what was coming, yet I had nothing left in me. No fight, no will to live. I was a human state of nothingness.

As quick as it began, it finished as he went flying off me. I could hear people hollering, yet my vision was gradually going dark, and truly, I didn't mind at all what occurred.

Somebody I didn't know was next to me, laying something over me as people kept on hollering. He attempted to get me, yet it hurt so seriously that I let out a little shout. He immediately let go of me and descended close to my ear and murmured.

"Sweetie, I know it hurts, however I need to get you so we can help you."

"Just go, leave me and let me die. If you assist me, they will kill you. I have a place with them," I stifled out as it hurt to talk.

He chuckled and got me. He began to leave when another person came up close to him.

"How are we going to get her home? We brought the most horrendously awful vehicle for that?" The new voice said.

"You drive, and I will sit in the back with her. I'm certain it will hurt her getting back there, however I don't have the foggiest idea what else to do. They will never allow us to get a bigger vehicle," the one who was holding me said.

I was in and out of consciousness en route to the vehicle and got pieces and bits of their discussions. I know he will die, no one merits this, and the whole pack will die. This made them worry, and they saw I was back conscious.

“Sweetie, we will place you in the vehicle now and Please accept my apologies, however it will hurt and no one can do anything about it. Are you ready?"

At the point when he called me sweetie, the person alongside him snarled like I was something to him.

The other person halted and pulled his shirt off and gave it to the one holding me.

"Put this on so you're covered." He put me down and held me up so I could endeavor to put it on. I shouted out in pain when my broken leg touched the ground. It was sufficient to cause me to black out once more.