Noah, warrior of Shadow Pack above

TRIGGER WARNING

Noah POV

I puke into the toilet, feeling acid in my throat, taking sharp breaths as an awful sensation in my chest intensifies. Black dots are dancing in my vision, and my wolf whimpers in pain in my subconscious.

How many hours it is since it started? How many hours more before it will finally be finished?

Fuck, I can't believe I'm like that; I can't believe I allowed something like that to happen to me?

I am a fucking warrior of Shadow Pack, a strong one. I shouldn't go through hell like that because of this stupid pack slut!

The bathroom door opens, and I see my best friend, Nick, standing in there. He has a sad look on his face as he squats to help me get back on my feet. I don't fight with him or argue; I'm in too much pain to do anything.

Nick helps me to lie down on my bed.

"Fuck, how long before that fucking mating bond will shatter?" I hiss in pain.

"You know that's not how it works." Nick says sadly, "You rejected your mate yesterday. Some bonds shatter instantly, some need more time, but sooner or later, it will happen."

I snort, irritated; I don't think I can handle more hours of this fucking pain. It's a miracle I haven't done anything to myself, although I wanted to dig my claws in my chest and rip my heart away to stop the suffering finally.

"Try to get some sleep," Nick says with a voice full of compassion.

I think he can stick his compassion up his ass, but I don't have any energy to say anything; I lie down, praying silently for this pain to stop as Nick give me sleeping pills.

It seems to be relatively silent in the packhouse today; I think as I wake up, I don't know how long after, my bedroom is empty, but it is still night. Thank Goddess, I don't have patrol duty today, so I can suffer without anybody noticing. 

My Alpha isn't the most understanding man in the world; neither is his Beta. Well, to tell the truth, Shadow Pack isn't the friendliest place in the world. It's kind of not our fault; we have just had some major problems during the latest years. We are known to be brutal; I would say ruthless. Our Alpha likes killing rogues, and we were also the target of hunter's attacks for a couple of years now, which caused a lot of harm and pushed the pack into a state of poverty. We have constant problems with a steady supply; many previous allies have turned their backs on us. And yet, as an orphaned and only child, who lost his parents over a decade ago, I have nowhere to go. I don't know any other way than to obey my Alpha. I know only this; I know only Shadow Pack and nothing more.

The dull pain in my chest got a bit better, and I manage to sit; feeling tired, I don't want to sleep. Despite the pain, my wolf is restless and still angry at me, so he won't let me sleep; I know that.

I stand up and look at myself in the mirror. I am a high man with long hair; my Native heritage is evident in my look. I am feared and respected here because I'm strong and don't get scared easily. Three years ago, I managed to stop the big rouge attack on our pack by commanding my squad during the patrol. Alpha praised me a lot and even suggested that I could be a Head Warrior one day, allowing me to move into the packhouse. The privilege reserved only for the selected ones in our pack.

Nick lives outside the packhouse; he came here today only because I mindlikend him that I needed help. I also told him about everything that happened a day ago except for one thing, who my mate was. He didn't ask; he only kept an eye on me for the evening.

I step outside my room and go downstairs, thinking that maybe a quick run would be a good idea. The living room is packed as always; Alpha's son Daniel is surrounded by his friends and drinking heavily. I decide to take the backdoor; I don't want him to notice me because he will want me to join them. And I'm really not in the mood to drink or endure his and his friends' company. The fucking, spoiled brat who always had everything handed to him on a silver plate. He is only that and nothing more.

I step outside the packhouse by the back door, at that's when I realize how bad a decision I made. I bite my lips, noticing the small figure of Charlie slowly limping away from the packhouse. I see his graceful silhouette. By the way, he moves, I'm sure he is in lots of pain, and it breaks my heart. Another wave of physical pain assaults me.

I gulp, praying that no wind will blow my way now, letting my fucking wolf sniff the scent of this person. I'm not strong enough to deal with this shit now; I must endure, I must be tough until the bond shatters completely, and finally, I will be free.

Jerry, one of the drunk friends of Daniel comes from the house, bumping into me and laughing.

"Where are you going, slut!" he screams, running in the direction of the limping person in front of him.

I gulp once again; it's not my business; this slut means nothing to me, nothing...

"Just because Daniel told you you could go doesn't mean that you finished working," Jerry screams, grabbing the person in front of him by his ginger hair.

"I want another blow job!" Jerry moans, forcing the omega in front of him on his knees and reaching to grab his dick with a clear intention to shove it down his throat.

I breathe hard; I don't care... I don't fucking care!!! This slut means nothing to me, and he is not my responsibility; he is just a dirty cum dumpster for every warrior in Shadow Pack; he means nothing...

"You fucking bitch!" Jerry, obviously irritated that the omega is struggling, not obeying like usual, strikes him on his face.

I clearly see the tiny drops of blood coming from Charlie's busted lip as he falls, and Jerry squats, yanking him by his hair and forces to look at him.

"I think we should go back to the packhouse; you disobeyed higher rank wolf; another good round of fucking will teach you to behave," Jerry snarls and starts dragging the omega back into the packhouse by his hair. No word comes from the weaker wolf but whimpers; I clearly smell his blood and something else, and that's when my control snaps.

I sink my claws in Jerry in a flash; he probably hasn't even noticed that it was me as he falls to the grass. I don't care; in Shadow Pack, we are allowed to fight each other; if you are weak and get yourself bleeding or hurt, it's your problem, no one else's.

Jerry is lying unconscious next to my feet as the omega looks at me, totally surprised. His beautiful brown eyes look at me, yet nothing is in it. Yesterday they were full of hope, and today...

"Go fucking home, now, you idiot," I spit to him in anger; I would prefer no one sees us here, especially not Daniel.

The omega huddles a bit but tries to stand up, but he is very clumsy, making it evident that he is in much pain. I sigh heavily, not knowing if I am more irritated or excited,  as I bend down to take him in my arms. The sparks erupt, not so strong as yesterday, but still, it's difficult for me not to feel the shot of pleasure going down my spine as I press him to my chest.

I can take him home, but his pants are sticky with blood, so I give up on this idea. I can't take him to the pack doctor since he is a close friend of the Alpha, and lately, the medical help is limited only to high-rank pack members and warriors per the Alpha's order.

So instead, I walk with him in the direction of Natalie's house. She is the daughter of our late pack doctor and knows some things about medicine, and the truth is told, I don't have any better idea.

I pass some houses, thankfully because of the late hour not noticed by anybody, cradling the tiny, fragile body to my chest. My wolf is pleased, so pleased, so happy...

Natalie opens the door after hearing my knocking and, without any question, lets us in. Her house is small and old, not in the best condition like most houses in the pack, but at least it's clean.

She spreads the fresh sheet on her old couch and asks me to put him on there.

"It's alright, Charlie, I will just check on you," she whispers extremely gently, touching at the same time his face, and he leans into her touch, making my heart bang with jealousy.

She doesn't ask any questions, and she doesn't have to. I mean, everybody in the pack knows how Charlie earns his keeping, so... Well, it's not like I pity him. After all, he is a dirty slut and the traitor's son; he has been lucky enough that the pack decided to keep him alive after dealing with his treacherous father.

Natalie pulls Charlie's jumper off of him, and I inhale sharply,  seeing red marks and lots of bruising on his stomach and arms. His face doesn't look that bad, but his stomach... Fuck, what Daniel and his cronies have been doing with him this evening?

"I think you have cracked ribs, Charlie. I have to wrap them up. It will help you move," Natalie says, and I clench my fists.

I try not to look at his bruises, the swollen part of his face, and some cuts, probably from claws on his torso. Natalie asks him to lie on his back and takes his pants off. He looks at the ceiling. His face is totally empty and void of any signs of feeling as if he... I don't know how to put it, as if his soul was somewhere else.

Natalie gulps hard as she checks his private parts, and I have to avert my eyes because the anger and sorrow of my wolf are boiling inside me. His thighs are bloodied, there are many bruises on his hips, and when Natalie gently touches his hole, he whimpers in pain.

"You are ripped, Charlie; I'm sorry, but there is lots of swelling; I think you shouldn't move around for a couple of days. I think I have some painkillers. Just let me find them."

She passes me without a word, and Charlie lies without any movement. I try not to look at his spread-opened legs; I try not to think how they were wrapped around my waist barely yesterday, how good it felt to be inside.

"What have you done with him?" Natalie comes back with pills. "I haven't seen him in such a bad shape in months."

"He was in the packhouse with Daniel and a bunch of his friends, and why are you so angry? He agreed to serve the pack this way if I remember correctly," I say, trying to sound nonchalant, but she doesn't believe me for whatever reason.

She looks like she wants to say much more but doesn't dare to. I'm a warrior, maybe not high ranked but still a warrior, and she is below me and has no right to judge those better than herself. Plus, if I remember correctly, she has two kids in this house, so... And yet I don't dare to look her in the eyes as I don't dare to look again at the bruised and fragile body of Charlie. My wolf is so agitated I'm scared of what I can do if my control snaps.

"Help him dress; I'll take him home," I finally say, and she looks at me suspiciously. Well, why wouldn't she? Obviously, she doesn't want to let him go with me, but since I stand higher than her, so she can't do anything to stop me.

"I need to clean him first," she finally says.

Charlie is in all of this in a lifeless state, as if he didn't care if my intention are good or bad, as if he accepted both me doing nothing to him or breaking his neck. Natalie brings the bowl of hot water and starts gently washing the blood and semen from his legs. He hisses from time to time when she touches more painful places but still doesn't utter a single word.

I sigh, wondering what the hell I am doing right now. I don't want to have anything to do with him. He is nothing more than a dirty slut, weak and disgusting, and yet the sharp pain in my chest and my wolf howling in my mind made me stay quietly in my place.

When Natalie finishes, she gives me some ointment and more painkillers for him, and I take Charlie to his house. At first, he tries to walk alone, but he is so slow and obviously in pain that once again, I carry him, trying to ignore my wolf's and my body's excitement.

Charlie's house stands on the outskirts of the pack, small and in bad condition, a one-room cabin, but to my surprise, it is clean. No electricity, of course, and no running water. I put him on his bed and go to the wardrobe to find some clean clothes for him. All the scents he is covered with make me sick. How many of Daniel's friends were with him today in the packhouse?

Charlie avoids looking at me when I help him change his dirty rags for his clean rags. It takes time because I have to be mindful of his wounds and also because the proximity of his naked body makes me crazy.

"Do you want something to eat?" I ask when I finish, but he shakes his head.

"So go to sleep; Natalie said you need rest," I say, and he listens to me by simply turning over and curling on the bed.

I can go home; I should go home right now, but my wolf protests. He wants to stay close to Charlie, and I? Fuck, the bond will be shattered soon, so I decide to let my wolf has his way, and instead of leaving, I lay next to the small and fragile figure curled on the bed, slowly dazing off lulled by his sweet and extremely desiring scent.

And to my utmost anger and surprise, I wake up in the morning cuddling with him. He sleeps with his arms wrapped around me, making me snarl to wake him up.

"Don't flatter yourself," I say harshly as he moves away from me. "Nothing changed between us; I don't intend to have anything to do with you. I maintain what I said; you are a weak, disgusting whore and nothing more. At least you could have waited for the bond to be shattered before you started fucking around with others. My wolf was in pain, you dirty bitch."

Instead of answering, he looks at me without any sound, as always... So I stand up and walk in the direction of the door. I can't look any more in his eyes, so beautiful, so full of sorrow and shame. But the moment I open the door, I'm welcomed by Daniel's face. He seems surprised seeing me here, but he soon smirks and walks past me to enter.

"Have been fucking him the whole night, Noah? I would never suspect you on something like that; I thought you are in girls."

Charlie drops his head in submission as Daniel looks at him, licking his lips; he has lust written all over his face.

"What would you say for a threesome, Noah?" he chirps, and I clench my fists as Charlie starts trembling but doesn't dare to say anything nor protest.

"You know Noah, that yesterday that fucking cum dumpster got the audacity to ask me not to touch him, fucking slut! He said "no" to me, and he is forbidden ever to say no," Daniel says, grabbing Charlie by his neck, shoving him down on the bed, and turning him around.

"Remember bitch; you do what you are told to! We tell you to lie on your stomach; you do! We tell you to suck; you do! We tell you to stick your ass in the air; you fucking do it!"

Charlie doesn't fight, there is no point, and he knows it. Daniel is the heir to our Alpha; he has a right to do whatever he wants with him. Every warrior in the pack has a right to fuck him whenever they want. That's how he gets his food, clothes, and place to sleep and atones for his father's crime.

"Goddess, I wonder why I love this ass of yours so much!" Daniel chuckles, pulling Charlie's pants down and spanking him. "I almost want to ask my dad to stop keeping you on the pill. It messes up with your heat's circles, you rarely have them, and I love fucking you during that time."

I have to dig my claws into the door frame as Daniels unzips his pants, looking at the motionless figure under him. Moaning in ecstasy, he steadies himself to start pushing his shaft into Charlie, totally oblivious to his surroundings, and... totally oblivious, he dies as I grab him from behind and slit his throat with my claws.