TRIGGER WARNING

Noah POV

... I give the meat of the animal I've hunted to the pack doctor in exchange for some herbs for my aching muscles and the bottle of alcohol. The conditions in the barracks for warriors in training aren't the best, to say at least, but I must endure; I won't die in that shithole. 

 As I walk back into the barracks, I spot Daniel and a bunch of his friends surrounding Charlie. Daniel laughs loudly,  pushing the omega to the ground.

"My father announced that you are a packslut now, so we will teach you what skills the slut should have!" he screams, unzipping his pants.

For a moment, Charlie locks his eyes with mine, the utter fear on his face. But I turn around, not stopping walking. I can do nothing anyway, and it's not my problem...

...I crawl on the ground; the pain that goes through my body is extreme. The bunch of warriors ganged me today in the changing room. They screamed about me being too full of myself. I had no chance, but I didn't beg; I will never beg, no matter what. 

I rest my battered body on one of the garden shed walls at the back of the packhouse, hoping that Linus will heal me enough till morning so I can train. If I don't show up, I won't be able to avoid whipping.

The back door of the packhouse opens, and I notice Charlie sneaking out. He stops dead in his tracks, noticing me. He bites his lips as if contemplating helping me, but when he moves in my direction, I snarl dangerously, so he turns around and runs in the direction of his house. Good, I don't want his pity; we owe each other nothing. The sooner he will learn to care only about himself, the better, the longer he will live...

... "You fucking bastard!!! Pathetic slut!!!

Alpha Shane growls, sending kick after kick into Charlie's stomach as the omega curls on the floor; next, Alphha kneels in front of him, yanking him by his hair.

"I needed that Alpha content! I needed that fucking money! You had one task, one fucking task to make him happy, and you couldn't even do it! You will fucking learn how to serve my guests, or there is no reason even to keep you alive!"

I cringe, scared, as Alpha looks in my direction, noticing that I stand at the door to his study. I want to run, but I don't dare to. Alpha jumps on me, pushing me to the floor, throwing blow after blow at me, screaming that only useless jerks surround him, and then he leaves Charlie and me on the floor. 

I scramble to my feet and leave the Alpha's study as fast as possible, ignoring the boy, who struggles to stand up.

 Well, I guess the rumor that the pack is on the edge of bankruptcy is correct, which means we will all have it rough until Shane finds a way to secure some money...

..."Stay still, you fucking bitch" One of the rogues who has recently joined our pack and is now considered the candidate for the Head Warrior due to his strength growls loudly and pushes Charlie into the wall. The omega screams in pain as the rogue pounds into him violently. To make him quiet, he presses his hand to his mouth with all of his strength, and I notice, to my horror, that he doesn't pay any attention if  Charlie is able to breathe. 

Fuck, this can end badly... really bad. I look around, but nobody present will do anything, although they all watch, scared of what is happening. Fuck with this, I think, as I wrap my arms around the rogue ripping him off Charlie. He is surprised, but only for a moment. He elbows my face; the pain rushes through me because my jaw is broken as he hits me. Soon, I'm on the floor, feeling my ribs cracked under his boots and his claws ripping the skin on my chest. 

By the corner of my eye, I notice everybody bolting out of the room, including Charlie. The rogue doesn't stop his assault; the pain shooting through my body is enormous. Before the world darkens, I wonder if he kills me...

...Daniel throws one of the girls into the living room, yelling at her! He is drunk and pissed off, and ready to hurt anybody stupid enough to approach him. He keeps hitting her over and over again, and yet nobody in the room reacts. 

Everybody is coming back to what they were doing before Daniel's appearance. I return to watching TV, and Charlie, sitting on the lap of one of the warriors busy with feeling him up, gulps and lowers his eyes. Soon Daniel leaves the room, dragging the unconscious girl after him.

 I pretend I am watching football with other warriors, and the warrior pushes Charlie's hand in his trousers, moaning loudly...

...I walk into the packhouse tired as the wound in my stomach is bleeding; today's patrol was tough; Beta certainly wanted to make us suffer, I think as I walk slowly toward the Infirmary, I need at least some painkillers. Linus should do the rest. To my surprise, I see Charlie standing in front of the Luna close to the Infirmary as she yells:

"I don't intend to spend any medicine for a whore like you; the pack cannot afford it! If you don't feel well, it's your problem, you dirty slut!"

 Charlie trembles, scared, but seems determined; he actually doesn't look that bad; I've seen him in worse condition. But his eyes are dark with anger as he lowly whispers:

"Alpha Damon is coming in three days; if I don't get better, I won't be able to satisfy him, and I know what he likes. I need these pills..."

That gets Luna's attention; it makes me smirk when I realize that Charlie has won this argument. She will never allow  Damon to be unhappy, so angrily, she orders the pack doctor to give Charlie what he needs and storms out.

When I walk to my room using the back staircase so I don't bump into Daniel,  I see Charlie talking with Natalie at the back door as he gives her the medicine he has just got from the pack doctor.

"Thank you so much; without it, they would die today. I haven't had such a drastic case of bronchitis in years..." Natalie says...

... "Hold the bastard still," Daniel shouts, sending punch after punch into the face of the guy, who was his friend just a moment ago.

I follow his order, holding the guy in my firm grip as he whimpers and begs for mercy. That is actually shit with Daniel; you never know what he would do. One moment, you are safe with him; the next, you are not. 

After a couple more punches, the guy stays limp, and Daniel allows me to dump his victim on the floor, laughing madly. 

"Strap him to the whipping post before the packhouse; I will deal with him later. And then find Charlie and bring him to my room; I need  to fuck something." 

I will listen to Daniel, knowing perfectly well that it's the safest way to behave. Walking on eggshells around Daniel is exhausting, but there is no other way to survive...

... Daniel and his friends' screams have woken me up. Fuck, why do they always have to be so loud during their libations? Linus smells the blood, so I stand up and open the door from my room to peak on the corridor. I see naked Charlie trying to move; he has problems with walking, looks exhausted, and is black and blue. I walk fast in his direction. He notices me, and panic is evident as I scoop him up and carry him into my room.

"Noah, please, I can't, no more... pain," he whimpers as I place him on my bed.

"I'm not interested; you look like you need a rest," I say. I want to say more, but Daniel's screams get louder, and someone bangs on my door.

Charlie stays completely still, and I open my door slightly ajar, pretending that I've woken up.

"What do you want?" I snarl at one of Daniel's recent friends as I spot two more banging on the doors of other warriors' bedrooms.

"We are looking for the whore; he doesn't responds to Daniel's mindlink and..."

"Charlie? He probably crawled into some hole and lost consciousness, that's why. You will find him later; mindlink someone else. He isn't the only slut in the pack," I say angrily and shut the door in his face.

Charlie huddles on my bed; we hear them talking with others for some more time, but soon they give up. Charlie's scent is everywhere in the packhouse on a daily basis, so I'm sure that they won't be able to track him, and I say that to him.

"Go to sleep; Daniel will soon get tired and find himself someone else to fuck" I say as I place the quilt on the floor in motion for him to move there. I don't even understand why I've helped him...

...Nick whimpers in pain as Natalie takes care of his gashes, made by claws. He is not a warrior allowed to live in the packhouse but a dungeon guard, so I couldn't take him to the pack doctor after he was wounded.

Natalie doesn't comment, but she accepted the meat I gave her as a payment. Suddenly, the door bursts open, and one of the warriors steps in, growling:

"The slut got hurt."  

I see that Charlie is pushed in the direction of Natalie. He is pale, and there is a nasty cut on his head. I also notice the busted lip and the way he hold his chest, indicating that his ribs hurt. 

Natalie doesn't say much, just gently proceeds to check the omega up as the warrior huffs in irritation in the corner of the room, ignoring Nick's and mine presence, saying nonchalantly that Charlie puked on him during their foreplay and he hit him a bit hard.

"More like a bit," Natalie whispers ."He may have broken ribs, and this head needs stitches. Alpha has distributed the rotten food supplies to the pack, so many pack members are sick. He is weak; all of you should leave him alone for some time."

"As if I care; I'm not like you low-life bitches. Fix him fast. I still haven't got laid."

His statement makes me smirk; I heard one of the trackers saying that the packhouse should be named Bitchhouse because everybody who lives there is an Alpha's bitch.  

"I knew your mother, and she was a friend to Charlie's mother; you were brought up like cousins, Dustan; she would be ashamed seeing how you grew up. " Natalie states.

How naive of her to try to make him feel a pang of shame. Dustan gets furious and slaps Natalie hard; she falls to the floor as he sends a kick into her stomach and intends to send another, but she stops because Charlie screams and gets on the floor to cover her.

"Fuck, bitch" Dustan growls. "You can't be more bruised than you already are. But when Natalie fixes you up, I want you in my room. And make sure you would use all your slutty skills to convince me not to whip her for offending her superior."

He glances in my direction, but I'm not stupid enough to say a thing. Dustan is on too good terms with Daniel right now, so it would end badly for me...

...I look at my Beta in disbelief as my eyes dart from his face to Charlie on top of him. My superior has madness in his eyes as he smirks, gripping stronger omega hips and screaming for him to ride him faster. Charlie's eyes are empty, stuck in the ceiling, with evident discomfort on his face.

I feel a pile rasing in my throat because I know what Drew is doing. He called me into his room because he wanted to cum looking at me, and he wanted me to watch him during the sex.

It's disgusting, I think as his eyes ogle me, waiting for, I'm not sure what. Has he thought watching this will make me horny? Drew's pig's eyes, the fat on his stomach, and years of drinking and smoking made him anything but attractive. He is repulsive and pathetic in his action to seduce me.

Drew finishes and pushes Charlie from his lap to come closer to me. I clench my fist as his hand touches my face, and he smiles, trying to push his thumb in my mouth. Fuck you, I think, taking a step back. I'm a warrior, a patrol leader; he has no authority to force me. Unlike with Charlie, he has to have my consent.

"I hope you are not jealous; he is just a hole. I like to dump my load from time to time. With you, it would be a different story, Noah... Your life would be much better if you only agreed to be under my care."

Lias, I think. The last warrior under his care had it better for him for a short time before Drew got tired of him like the others before and tossed him away like a broken toy. And I think no temporary privileges are worth letting Drew's repulsive hands on me. 

"No, thank you. I'm not interested," I say lowly, but I'm sure Drew notices how disgusted his proposal made me, so he punches me in the stomach hard.

"Half of rations and double patrols for you for the next month. It's a punishment for your insolence. Get the fuck out of my room! " He yells, turning around.

I walk out fast from his room, hearing him screaming to Charlie that they are still far from being done...

...Daniel's twenty birthday party turned out to be one big orgy. The room looks like a pig house; the music is so loud, and the stench of alcohol and sex almost chokes me. I sit in the corner, trying to endure, taking glass after glass to somehow withstand. I can't leave too early, and it seems it won't end soon. 

Some, like me, are standing close to the wall for sure, uncomfortable as hell. Others, well, they are too comfortable. They drink heavily, much more than I, and are indulgent with pack sluts, which they toss around each other. They eat, drink, or fuck only, not necessarily in that order.

Daniel is sitting drunk in the armchair and doesn't seem too conscious as Charlie gives him a blowjob. Or at least he tries to; he is shaking, looks sick, and seems very tired. The party started many hours ago, and since then, Charlie has been taken many times. Other sluts seem to be the same, but he has a bad luck to catch Daniel's attention too often during this evening.

"You fucker, be careful with your teeth!"

Daniel's punch sends Charlie to the floor as the Alpha's son stands up and starts kicking him.

"Fucking bitch! I teach you a lesson you'll never forget. Hold him down!"

The music is so loud, and there are so many people drunk, yet I'm not the only one noticing that Daniel is angry, which can end badly. Two of Daniel's friends press Charlie to the floor by his hands; I see the pure panic on his face as his eyes dart around the gathered, begging for help.

"Spread his legs!" Daniel screams, grabbing the empty bottle of whisky from the table and coming closer to Charlie.

And that's when I move, not to help, but to leave the room; no one tries to stop me. When I'm closing the door behind me, I manage to distinguish between the sounds of laughing and cheering Charlie's cries of pain and begs for mercy...

Tonya asked how many times I abused him, how many times I raped him. At the moment, I wanted to tell her that never. I've never done it, not even once. But now, when I have time to reminisce all that happened in Shadow Pack and all that happened after. Now, when I'm alone with my memories, I'm not so sure anymore. 

Nothing will be right; it's too late to make anything right.