Hiding the Alpha's Twins

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TW: assault

MEGHAN

“She’s not you!” Jack growled as he ground his hips against mine. My blood suddenly became ice in my veins as I felt his bulging erection pressing against me.

“Jackson, what…”

“Sssh-” he whispered, his hands snaking along my body. In a matter of seconds, he had his right hand pressed flat against my stomach, and his left around my waist. His lips gently left a kiss on the hollow of my neck. A touch so gentle and yet so cold that made my skin crawl.

No, no, no…

“I wanted it to be you.” he went on, his lips still on my neck, kissing and occasionally suckling on the sensitive skin. “Not Mylah. You were meant to be my wife… my companion… my mate. Not her.”

His left hand left my body, and horror and panic took a hold of me as I heard an unmistakeable, metallic sound.

His belt – Goddess, he was fumbling with his belt.

“Jackson, please…”

A moment later, I felt something warm and soft graze my ankles.

His pants.

My heart began to thunder in my chest as I realized with absolute certainty what was about to happen.

Oh my God.

No, this can’t be happening… not Jackson…

Jackson had always been kind, and courteous. An honest, gentle man – a good man, a man who protected those who couldn’t defend themselves.

At least, that was what I thought.

“You’re so beautiful.” he murmured as his kisses became more and more open. As I felt his tongue snaking out to taste my skin.

My stomach clenched – both from fear and disgust. Disgust towards him, who I never though capable of something so low, and towards myself.

Towards the way my body was reacting to that assault, the way it was betraying me. I didn’t want this – hell knew how much I just wanted to run away and hide from him and his touch, but… a more primal part of me kept me frozen there, still as a statue as he did what he wanted with my body. It kept me there and made sure I would… welcome his attention.

I couldn’t run away, and who knows what would have happened it I did? If I refused him? I already had enough experience with refusing proper wolves. Many had come visiting me after my fall from grace, all of them wanting to have their way with the fallen pack’s princess. No one had went all the way through with their assaults, they just wanted to prove to themselves they could do whatever they wanted to me and humiliate me. But I knew … I knew Jack was not going to just stop to some groping and fingering, or forcing me to service him with my hands or my mouth.

He was an Alpha – and Alphas tended to get pissed if their desires weren’t fulfilled. If I refused him, he wouldn’t take it well.

He would have killed me. Slowly. Painfully.

“So beautiful.” he went on, his fingers moving my now-soaked panties aside and gliding across my folds, making me shiver from disgust. “For a slave girl.”

And with those words, he pushed inside of me.

Pain – pure, hot, blinding pain exploded in my lower belly, and a loud gasp escaped my lips as hot tears began to stream down my face. Instinctively, my arms moved forward, trying to grab something, anything to use as a lever to pull me out of his grip, but to no avail. In front of me, there was only the wall, smooth and plain.

Fuck, it was awful. He’d pounded his whole shaft inside of me with one violent move, completely filling me up and hitting my cervix.

“Jackson…”

“f**k, you’re so hot.” he growled, his hands roughly grabbing my hips. “So snug and hot, baby … the best f*****g cunt I’ve ever had.”

Slowly, he started moving inside of me – each inch sliding in and out was like pure torture. Once he was all out, he twisted me in his arms, so that I would face him, and pulled me up in his arms.

Maybe it’s over, I dared to think. Maybe he just wanted to dip in…

But I was so wrong, I realized as he laid me down on the rough wooden table.

It wasn’t over. He wanted to rape me while looking at me in the eyes.

With pure hunger darkening his emerald eyes, he ripped through my uniform, that fell apart in his hands; it only took him a claw to rip my bra right in the center. The cups immediately fell to the sides, exposing my supple, ample breasts that he wasted no time in groping, focusing primarily on my n*****s, twisting and pinching them until I could no longer hold back moans of pain.

He was evil.

He was not the gentle, kind man I believed he was. The friend I thought he was to me.

He was nothing but a monster.

“And look at these boobs-” he went on. “A cunt like that and t**s like this… you truly are a work of heaven, baby.”

His fingers worked again between my folds. “And so wet for me.” he chuckled, the low laughter rumbling in his chest as he pulled up his wet fingers. Slowly, never breaking eye contact, he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them.

I wanted to vomit – and that feeling only grew worse when I saw his eyes light up with surprise and excitement.

“Blood?” he said, surprised. “You were a virgin, huh?”

I twisted my head to the side. – I couldn’t look into those eyes. I felt sick.

But Jackson leaned over me, his body pressing against mine as he fixed his waist between my legs.

“A sweet little virgin, so hungry for daddy’s big cock.” he whispered in my ear. “Well, here you go, honey.”

Before I could even recover a bit from the pain, he thrusted in me again, and this time, I was unable to hold back a scream. He, though, quickly muffled it, covering my mouth with his and hungrily kissing me.

This time, there was no gentleness in his touch. No calmness in his pounding. He just took what he wanted, roughly and angrily, relentlessly pushing inside of me – and, to my disgust and anger, I began to feel my body answer even more. The pain began to subside, leaving room for pleasure and a certain tightness in my core, something that grew and grew…

No, I begged. Not like this, I don’t want this, please…

“I knew you’d feel like this.” he growled. “Do you know for how long I wanted you, Meg?”

He’d waited, I realized as I remembered his previous words: so beautiful, for a slave girl. He waited to make his move until I was legal and now that I was a slave – now that he knew I couldn’t refuse him and that, since I had no rights, he could do whatever he pleased, he’d decided it was time to act.

The feeling of disgust inside of me only grew, together with the despair and that awful, annhiliating feeling of impotence I’d experienced so many times ever since I’d been labeled a slave.

I could do nothing to escape that fate. Nothing to protect myself.

I couldn’t say no.

Because I was no longer a person – just a thing.

And you didn’t ask permission to use a thing.

“f**k, I’m close.” Jackson panted as the rythm of his thrusts became uneven.

And only then I realized he didn’t have a condom on.

Fuck, no.

I was not on the pill – or any other kind of contraceptive.

Fuck, f**k, f**k!

“No, please, Jackson, I…” I began to beg him, tears streaming down my face as I writhed underneath him, pain and pleasure and terror mixing together in a wave of feelings.

“You’re close, I can feel it.” was his only response, as he smiled. And he looked happy – genuinely happy. That was not an evil smirk, or anything like that.

He was f*****g raping me and he was happy about it.

“You can’t, please you can’t c*m into me, Jackson don’t…”

But it was too late.

All it took him was a last push to send me over the edge, and an unstoppable wave of pleasure washed over me as I felt that tightness in my core finally release. With a roar, he came too – and right inside of me. I could feel him shoot load after load inside of me, growling and panting as he rode his orgasm, holding me close to his chest, as if I was his lover instead of his victim.

With a low sigh, he finished, and I felt his c**k go limp inside of me. After a moment, he slowly slid it out, grabbed some napkins and cleaned himself, before putting on again his boxers and jeans.

I just looked at him, my mind at the same time empty and overwhelmed by thoughts and feelings as it tried to process… everything.

The pain. The pleasure. The anger. The shame. The fear. The hope that all of that had just been a bad, an awful dream, and that I’d soon wake up in my bedroll…

Suddenly, something touched my hand – it was Jackson's own hand, and the moment later, he cupped my cheek.

“I’ll never forget this night.” he mumured, and pressed a chaste kiss to my lips. I just stood there, too shocked and confused to do anything else (let alone rebel).

But as I let it happen – as I let him kiss me goodbye as all of that had been okay – I felt the shame burn even hotter inside of me.

The moment later, he was gone.

And sobs began to pierce my chest.