Anger. Rampant and burgeoning, wrapped its fiery tendrils around Caleesi while she snarled at Theo. The heavy pulsation in cheeks let her know that swelling had started. Grinding her teeth together she got up off the ground. Wiping the blood from her nose with her hand, she flicked her wrist in Theo's direction, splattering her bodily fluid in his face. Chuckling, he dragged his tongue across his lips.

"Sweet. Wait your turn pup, we'll have our fun soon."

He cooed before turning back to his current obsession. Elaina leaned against the opposite wall, her labored breathing a broken symphony in the echoing cellar. One arm on her knee, struggling to hold herself up. The other dangled limply, festering with infection.

Clothes once tattered and torn, now lay in strips on the cold ground near her feet. Fresh blood spilled from new cuts along her frame. The worst, a 7-inch horizontal cut under her breast. It trickled like a stream, running down her stomach to her thighs. With every inhale, Caleesi heard her wheeze.

"What day is it now? I haven't seen anyone come for you. Let alone look for you. Not even Halifax! Opposed to this runt, we received a call within hours. Very admirable of the Cruel-Mane pack. "

He said the last part while looking at over at her. Pressing her lips together she spit in his face. The one thing she'd never tire of is putting a bitch in their rightful place. Enraged, he wiped the mucus off his nose.

"Your ego is bigger than your pea sized brain you deformed rat! No-one wants to hear you talk! When Diem gets here-"

Caleesi spat at him again when he stalked towards her. Elaina's eye widened a fraction. She forced herself off the wall, attempting to stop him. Hearing her slow-coming footsteps, Theo whisked back around, lunging forward to seize her throat, and raise her off the ground.

"Since you want to be a savior like him..."

With his free hand he flexed his claws, dragging his index nail across Elaina's breasts before stopping above the gaping wound. In a swift motion he thrusted his nail inside. Grinning at how her body tensed then squirmed while he dug into more flesh. Her scream came out choked and garbled when his grip tightened.

"You're going to save her. On your knees brat."

Caleesi ground her teeth and gave him a hell freezing glare. Cali raged when she lowered to her knees, bones shifting but nothing more. She hated enchantments and she didn't have to ponder where this was leading. Enthused by her complicity, he pulled his hand from Elaina's wound but left the one around her throat. He motioned to her then his jeans, making her growl as she crawled forward.

"Beta Tomas informed me you were an Omega. Bottom of the rung. This will be a great moment for you, to taste an Alpha. If you're lucky, you can sit on it too."

"And you can taste what it feels like to be dick-less! Do it! I fucking dare you."

Stepping closer to her Theo stopped when his cock was mere inches from her lips. Giving Elaina's throat a final squeeze he let go. She landed with a brutal thud and lay motionless.

Darting her gaze to her limp body Caleesi cringed when a hand wound itself in her braid. Giving it a tug, Theo forced her to look up at him. Lunging, she snapped her teeth together, growling when she only tasted air.

"Ah."

Grabbing her jaw, he squeezed until the pain made her open wide. She gagged as he shoved his index and middle finger in her mouth. The pressure forced against her lower jaw made the corners of her lips split. Attempting to bite him, he yanked her hair back more forcefully, craning her neck. Movement to the side caught her eye and it wasn't long until she met Elaina's weak stare.

Fear.

"N-no! She's a child!"

The words came out hoarse and choked. Elaina erupted in a coughing fit. Theo jeered, looking between the two ladies. She felt her saliva coat his fingers and glide down her jaw. A sickeningly sweet aroma filled tickled her nostrils, and her eyes ran over with tears while his cock twitched near her tongue.

"After this, I'll bless you in many ways Omega."

BANG!

The three flinched as the door collided against the wall. Shuffling feet came and stopped in front of the cell door. Theo frowned letting out a guttural growl.

"Interrupting me, Tomas!"

The Beta shirked backwards, keeping his eyes glued to the ground.

"For-forgive me Alpha but its, its- "

"Fucking spit it out worthless fucking wolf!"

"She's here! The one you've been after! Scouts spotted her coming from the tree line near the courtyard. She has someone with her, a man! He's badly injured."

Trembling, Tomas resembled a frightened child. Caleesi's mind raced, thinking of who the man could be. When the grip on her head loosened, she felt herself be tossed to the side. Slamming against the pure sliver bars, she winced. The grin on Theo's face widened like a man who just got acquitted.

"She came here?"

Walking to the door Theo waited as Tomas scrambled to unlock it. Stepping out he gave them one last look.

"I'll be back for you Omega. You smell delectable when you're afraid."

Sucking her saliva off his fingers, he swiftly headed out, with Tomas trailing right behind. Hearing the door shut, Caleesi picked herself up and crawled over to Elaina. Grabbing her shoulders she rolled her on her back, resting her head in her lap. Tenderly she stroked Elaina's hair, pulling it out of her face.

"They're here Elaina! Just hold on. They're coming for us!"

Caleesi's spoke breathlessly. Reaching up she wiped the blood off her bruised lips.

*~*~*

If the circumstances were different, Khalia would have loved to tour the massive mansion. To walk on its pristine marble floors and awe at the decorative insights of the designer. For example, why they chose stained glass windows and old castle flagstone paths for the flourishing rose garden. Why the fountain, a three-tier porcelain masterpiece, wasn't centered in the middle of the affluent backyard. Instead, it was pushed to the side, surrounded by granite benches. A poor choice in Khalia's mind.

A loud groan next to her brought her back to reality. Casting a side glance at Milo she grew grim, whispering sorry while members of the Whistling pack situated themselves on the large wrap around porch. It wasn't her idea to beat Milo bloody or Diems.

*~*~*

"Hit me."

"I'm sorry?"

Khalia gawped at Milo, disturbing his viewing of the mansion.

"We have to make it believable. You think I'd let you capture me without a fight?"

Moving in front of her he planted his boots firmly in the ground. Diem stood by, taking over the stake out. Two young Lycans, canoodling behind a rose bush, soon stopped their affectionate touches. Sniffing the air in unison they uncannily faced his direction before jumping up and running off.

"Hurry up, I'd rather not kill those who aren't involved."

Nodding at Diems' words she hesitated, then cocked her arm back. Milo instinctively closed his eyes, waiting for her to knock his jaw sideways. When a pillow soft fist connected with his cheek he grunted.

"You hesitated. Come on Khalia! We have one chance! You can't expect to-"

Bam!

The crack of Diems fist smashing into Milo's cheek made Khalia recoil. Regaining composure, she winced when he struck him again and again. Grunts and coughs left the older man as he squirmed on the ground.

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"Damn, that's hot."

"Parasita."

Reaching out to stop him, she paused when his nails grew to claws.

"Take your clothes off."

The words came out guttural and low within her mind. Opening her mouth to protest, she stopped when he began slashing methodically at Milo's body. Milo let out pain filled moans, blood soon staining his body . Diem was careful not to nick important arteries.

"R-right."

Grabbing her shirt, she pulled it over her head. Being naked in the open was starting to unfazed her, what didn't though was Diem watching. Fumbling with the safety pins, goosebumps sprang along her body, following the path his eyes traveled. Her heart raced when footsteps came closer to her.

"Here."

Large hands pushed hers to the side. His knuckles tickled her skin, and she leaned into them. With a strong jerk, the shorts came apart and he wriggled them down her legs. Heat crept into her cheeks that grew when Diems hands glided over her legs. Starting at her calves he worked his way up.

"What are you doing?" She strained to get the words out.

"You need to look the part."

His face remained serious while he smeared Milo's blood over her thighs. The site shouldn't have turned her on. Seeing fresh blood should calm her aching clit, not rev it up. Instead, she widened her stance, causing a dark chuckle to leave him. Reaching her stomach, he applied more, grazing her breast lightly. Lastly, he coated the tacky fluid over her face.

"There."

Stepping back, Diem admired his handiwork, perhaps a little too hard as she noticed his gaze linger on her breast. Nipples were erect from the intimate contact he had showered her with. Pouting, Khalia snapped her fingers repeatedly and he looked up sheepishly. Diving into his waistband he pulled out the dagger.

"Hide this somewhere inconspicuous."

Nodding, she wound her hair in a bun, securing it with thick strands of her own hair. Handing her the dagger she stuck it unsheathed through the coils. A lethal hair piece. Diem smiled ear to ear.

This wasn't supposed to happen. She shouldn't care this much. She barely knew him. Not her middle name, not her favorite color, hobbies, nothing. So why did it hurt, the thought of this ending? After this she goes back to a normal society. No witches, no werewolves, no pain. Her feelings for him, will go buried, and they'll fade into the recess of each other's memories.

"The end only comes when you want it."

His lips weren't moving, but his voice was ever clear. Out of the corner of her eye, tiny fires whirled around them.

"Can you learn to knock?" Parasita brooded, snorting at the invasive man.

"If it makes you feel better, I'll visit once your human."

"Me feel better? You're the one that's going to suffer withdrawals. I have an addictive personality if you haven't seen."

Diem shook his head. "I've seen all I needed; I prefer hands on."

"Are we still on for that date?" A flicker of hope sparkled in her eyes before she concealed it.

"Let's rescue Caleesi first. Then discuss it."

Looking back to the mansion his smile took on a somber tone. The playful aura soon died, and she took a deep breathe. Talking about after, like she won't die here.

"If you need help. Call me. I'll be inside the mansion."

They walked over to Milo, who was struggling to get on his feet. Khalia dipped under his right arm, slinging it around her shoulders. Patting him on the back Diem snickered.

"You eat punches like a champ."

"If he lives, I'm sure he'll shoot you."

Milo only grumbled. Steeling her face she stepped into the trees.

"Be safe...my Luna."

Spinning, she saw nothing. Without him her nerves skyrocketed.

"This will be over soon. All fucking over."

"Whatever happens. It was a pleasure being your beast, Khalia. Even though you're a dirty cheap harlot...I'll miss you."

"Ha. Likewise, Para."

*~*~*

Touching the edge of the faded grey and red pavers, Khalia marveled at the intricate pattern they created. Large bronze vases sat on each corner of the square. Liatris and Chocolate Flower overflowed the rims. Drifting to the porch her stomach knotted, and she stumbled a bit causing Milo to wince. The birds who sang near the tree line suddenly stopped and eerie silence enveloped them.

The faces that greeted her held no wickedness. Khalia observed their shaky forms and worn clothing. The men, fully dressed, while the women in poorly clad undergarments. She noticed a few children as well. The two youngest had to be around 5 years old. They clung to the legs of the women and some men. Their frayed clothes swallowed up their fragile bodies. Frightened faces stared at her. A devil she must have looked like.

A thud next to her made her glance at Milo, who collapsed on the pavers. Hands twitched as she resisted the desire to pick him up. Diem really didn't have to go hard on the man. Taking a deep breath, she narrowed her eyes and chuckled sinisterly. At least the best she could, it came out more a dry cough.

"I'm here for The-my Fated. Where is he?"

Adding a growl to the end of the statement she ignored the wrenches in her heart watching the kids shrink further behind the adults. They too stepped back against the wall. All except three of the males. Although she couldn't pinpoint who, a few scents she recognized from her house.

Intrusively, she thought of calling the cops before remembering it won't matter at this point. No one responded and their eyes shifted to something behind her. Gradually they walked back. One child gripped the door handle and darted inside the mansion. Like a spring were embedded in their necks, the women snapped their heads down. Shuffling behind the children and shutting the doors.

Khalia's brows wrinkled until she heard it. Light breathing, so quiet she would have considered it a hallucination. A large hand slid across her waist, going over her tattoo where it stopped. Another hand slid between the valley of her breast where he gripped her neck firmly. Shuddering, she felt a body press up against hers and a hollowness formed in her stomach.

"Well, well, my good bitch has arrived. Did someone miss me?"

Shit. How did he get behind me?

His breath tickled the space between her neck and collarbone. Leaning further he sucked harshly on her mark, biting at the raised flesh, enough to draw blood. Wincing from the pain she waited for her body to betray her...nothing happened. The electricity he sent through her previously didn't awaken. The sparks that glinted, even without the sun, ignited once before flashing out.

"He'll likely notice soon. I can feel him pressing to enter."

Parasita spoke, a twinge of pain residing in her voice. Khalia mulled over what she said. Realizing he couldn't read her thoughts anymore. So, did that mean Diem couldn't as well? Theo was the main link to their bond. Was it severed?

A jolt soon tickled her mind. Parasita yipped in delight and a high-pitched bark left her.

"We're still here."

Deep and tender, she relaxed into Theo unconsciously. She could see him now, brindled with the darkest eyes, and a fanged smile. No wonder Parasita was jubilant.

"You disgust me truly. Tell me why you're here. To save your friend? How about you Milo! You look worse for wear."

A force hit her backside, and she fell forward. Pushing herself up on her arms she turned to see Theo sneering at the beaten man. Reaching down for him, he was momentarily surprised when Milo smacked his hand away.

"Fuck off, where's Elaina?"

He's up thankfully.

Thinking fast she growled at Milo, smacking him on the head.

"Don't touch my Fated!"

Pulling herself up to her knees, Khalia positioned herself in front of Theo. Sitting on her legs she looked up at him with weeping eyes. The position made her squirm, its demeaning nature affecting her subconscious.

"I've been banished from Cruel-Mane because of you. I have no loyalty to them, to anyone. I have nothing anymore...except for you. I found him in my home. P-please, accept him as my offer! ...She craves you. She'd do anything to keep you Sir."

Desperate, needy, and earnest, the bile that wanted to spew was rightfully called for, but she shoved it down. Breaking character would be instant death. Theo gave her a hard stare, lip curling as a snarl escaped.

"Oh really? That's a rapid change from yesterday."

His calculating eyes switched between her and Milo. Her eyes flickered to Beta Tomas who was enamored by something in the corner of the mansion.

"Do something! He doesn't believe you." Parasita hissed the words.

At that moment Khalia felt her beast fear. Theo's expression grew nasty as he hovered over Milo. Milo rolled onto his back, groaning he raised his hand and flipped Theo the bird. Theo's eyes narrowed, and he reached for the man again.

"W-wait!"

Switching her position Khalia pulled her legs from under her. Leaning back on her ass and arms she spread her legs wide. Gasps echoed from behind her, but anxiety wouldn't let her face them. Theo stopped and gazed down at the blood covered woman. Eyes lowering to her glistening cunt. His beast roared and a slow smile spread on his lips.

"T-take me. Here, in front of your pack if you don't believe me. I'm your hunt aren't I? If I'm going to die, I'd rather die in bliss."

To push her point, she went back to her knees and placed her hands behind her back. Rolling her tongue over her lips she let the saliva drip down her abdomen. Tears stung her eyes, and soon rolled down her face.

"What? That's your plan! That!" Parasita hollered, completely floored. Dee's growl resounded as well, and she trembled.

He said I look my best like this. I'm open to ideas!

Theo paused for a long moment. Shifty eyes diluting as he thought. Reaching for his shirt, he pulled it over his head. Khalia twitched for the dagger when his face became blanketed under the cloth.

Not yet.

"Tomas.... take Halifax to the cellar. His surprise is waiting for him down there."

"Of course, Alpha. It seems Cruel-Mane has arrived."

Grabbing Milo by the shoulder, Tomas heaved him up and began dragging him to the door the children ran through earlier. For a stubby man, he was robust.

Hearing Tomas's words Khalia's tongue shot back into her mouth.

Not now, they can't be here now!

Her leg tensed as he stepped on her thigh. The force causing her to cry out. As she did, he clutched her chin. She brought her hands up to pry him off. He forced down harder on her thigh and she winced. Bring her hands down she touched the pavers.

"Keep that tongue out. Don't clam up now, I'll wait for them to join us." Theo smirked, moaning as he stroked his dick. His pupils flickered and she watched his internal conflict.

Bad. Bad, bad, bad!

Her plan was falling apart. With Cruel-Mane there, the humiliation would destroy her. His claws dug into her cheeks, drawing blood. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she panted as he dick came closer. Air wasn't reaching her lungs, and she dug her fingers into the stone, breaking nails off in the process. She closed her eyes, unwilling to witness what was about to take place.

"Hello Alph...Khalia what the hell!"

Fuck...Nyla.

Opening her eyes they both turned to glimpse. Theo laughed then clasped his hands together. Standing not far was Gian and Nyla. Next to them a woman. Recognizing her hair, she remembered the woman to be Yvette. They took in the scene. Their faces, akin to witnessing a murder in progress.

"You must be Cruel-Mane, please come while I take what belongs to me." His wicked grin grew as he reveled in her surprise. She knew she looked devastated, and he savored it. Taking his eyes off her he spotted Yvette, winking at her shaky form.

"Have you come to your senses and returned home? I don't mind adding to the harem."

At that, she screamed, unable to keep up her façade. When her hand encased the bony hilt, she whipped it out, cutting hair in the process. Lunging from the ground she thrusted the dagger upwards. Joy beamed in Parasita's eyes witnessing the shock in his.

Finally...he dies today.