Lesley's POV

The day I turned 14, my wolf surfaced. And everything changed. I now could shift to my wolf form, but I also now could become marked with a male-wolf scent. It kinda goes a little something like this: any mature she-wolf who sleeps with a male wolf will get his scent. If that male wolf is an alpha it means she is his! Marked with scent! Not marked and mated! That's only for the mate. In other words, if my uncle went along and did whatever his fucked up mind called whatever the fuck, he was doing to me, it would be as good as a written confession that he was breaking the law! And although child-protective services and women's rights are a bit outdated in the werewolf society, we still protect those too young to defend themselves. He would be forced to step down as alpha. Because--- werewolf law, bitches!

I honestly was looking forward to the day. In my mind, only one of two things could happen. One: he would stop and leave me the hell alone, or two: he would continue, get arrested and we'd lose our alpha. Sure, that would leave us at the mercy of our neighboring packs, but I didn't care. I didn't care if it was option one or two. Heck, I didn't even care if I was would be at the mercy of some strange pack. ANYTHING was better than this.

But unfortunately, my uncle had 4 years to plan in advance.

I was called into the guest bedroom once again. To my surprise, I saw Dean sitting on the bed. My heart sank. What the---?!

Judging from the expression in his eyes, he was just as surprised as I was.

"You're a big girl now, sweetheart," I heard my uncle say, earning both of our attention. He was sitting in the corner of the room; his hands resting on the armchair and legs casually crossed. A smirk on his face, making his otherwise straight face look like something from IT! A chill ran down my spine. What the hell was going on here?!

"No.," I heard Dean mutter behind me, while he slowly got up from the bed. He shook his head, backing away from us. His face was pale and panic was written all over it. I think Dean figured it out before I did. I mean--- How the fuck was I supposed to figure this sick pig out?

"Mate her!"

My heart sank. He used his alpha voice. He commended Dean to.!

The next thing I knew, Dean's shaking hands were grabbing my arm and pulling me close to him. In only a matter of seconds, he'd ripped my clothes off and threw me on the bed.

I screamed, trying to pull away. What---?! Why would my uncle---? But as everything inside me turned and twisted with fear and pain, I already knew the answer to that question: Because he liked it! Because that's the kind of man, my uncle was.

I quickly jumped up, ready to fight back. To my surprise and somewhat relief, Dean had stopped. He looked like he was fighting to gain control over his own will. Over his wolf! I gave him 'A' for effort. But an Omega can't resist an Alpha's command.

"Think of her," my uncle suddenly continued in the same deep, animalistic voice. "As your mate!"

The second he said that Dean's eyes turned completely black and I knew, he was in no way in control of his actions. I tried to fight it, but he was bigger and stronger. He even knew all my moves. It didn't take me long to realize, that it would all be over quicker if I didn't fight it.

So, I stopped fighting. Him, my uncle, my fate. I gave up. I knew I was never gonna let them see me broken, but that's when I stopped fighting it. I heard my wolf cry in my head. And that's the last time I heard from her.

"Good, my little omegas," my uncle said and got up, once Dean had finished. We were laying on the bed, next to each other. Both panting for air.

"Clean yourself up and get back to the attic," he continued, passing us like we were nothing but paintings on the wall. Just before he left the room, he turned to us again, with a satisfied smile: "And remember: this is our little secret!"

Fuck that Alpha voice! One day I'll strangle him with it!

Suddenly, I heard Dean sob. I looked over. His hands were covering his face and a tear ran down his face.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered gasping for air, unable to face me. "I couldn't."

He couldn't finish the sentence either before his throat closed up and more tears started to fall down his face. I watched him for a while. My soul was basically gone at this point. It was kinda ironic, that he was the one who told me never to show emotions almost 4 years ago. And now he was lying next to me crying because the exact same thing had happened to him that he told me not to cry about.!

I took a deep breath and hugged him. Or as much of a hug you can give when you're laying like this.

"I don't blame you," I whispered. I lied. I did want to blame him. For not being stronger. For not disobeying the alpha command. My uncle for misusing his power. My dad for dying. I wanted to blame so many people for this, but--- It wouldn't change. All I could do was to keep moving forward and keep smiling. Never let them know, that they got to me.

Dean placed his hand on mine but removed it quickly after. I was grateful for that. We didn't talk. He got up, showered, and left the room. I did the same, but when I got upstairs, Dean was gone. Later I learned, that he had run away and had become a rogue. When I heard, I locked myself in the janitor's closet at school and cried my heart out. I know what he'd done to me, but he was my true, only, and real best friend. Now, I was utterly and truly alone.

The morning after my uncle forced me to take "the morning after" pill. And soon I was popping those babies like candy! With Dean gone, my uncle would bring rogues, warriors, and whomever the shit crossed his path in the right way to the guest bedroom. Once a month he would force me to take a pregnancy test and get myself checked out. So far, I'd only had one STD which luckily was easily treated. But once the realization hit my uncle that I wasn't immune to so much dick, he finally instructed my 'soon-to-be-rapist' to use a condom. And I didn't fight them off either. I would just lie there and waited. From the corner of my eye, I could see my uncle help himself. His breath was shallow and his mouth slightly opened, as he caressed his stiff junk in a stern and steady rhyme.

I closed my eyes.

I did not need that picture stuck to my retina.

So why didn't I just run and leave this hell hole? HA! Like I didn't think of that every single fucking second of every single fucking day! I had been close to running away so many times. Like literary, life as a rogue was definitely better than this! Rogues were wolves without a pack, but they were dangerous because, without the link to the pack, they went mad – literally! But being crazy sounded way better than this--- But I couldn't get myself around to do it. This was my father's pack! Everything he worked so hard for, to protect and cherish. What he loved, almost as much as he loved his mate and kids. I just couldn't leave! I hated everything here and I hated what my uncle had turned this pack into, but I still couldn't leave. I felt like I would be abandoning them to a lifetime of misery. So, I condemned myself to a lifetime of misery.

Also, this time, my uncle left the guest bedroom once he was finished, instructing us not to tell anyone. My punishment was over and the man next to me – this time a pack warrior he wanted to punish too – panted next to me, confused as hell.

"I'm sorry," he said in utter and complete shock. They said that a lot. Sometimes I believed them – like this one. He seemed more like a one she-wolf kind of man and I'm pretty sure he's a virgin. Or was. Others just say sorry, because it's an icebreaker.

"I know," I mutter and got up, heading for the shower.

"Wait," he suddenly said getting up and turning to me. I turned to him, watching his confused face. "Is this.?" he started to ask but trailed off.

"Is this what? Normal?", I scoffed crossing my arms defensively in front of me. "For me, yes, but if you behave in the future, I'm sure you won't get punished again."

"You think this is funny?" he asked, disgust and venom dripping from his voice. He got up, towering over me like a dark, threatening power.

"Yes, I think this is hilarious," I sneered back, not afraid of the dark figure, whose face I would have forced myself to have forgotten by tomorrow. "No, you idiot! This is my punishment too, for breaking Trevor's nose. Now, if you'd excuse me, I want to wash you off, before I have to write a geography report that's due tomorrow!"

"I'm sorry," he said again, backing off and sitting down on the bed, looking all confused and helpless. "I---I don't know what to think."

He looked at me like I could give him some answer. Some help.

"Then don't," I told him like I told so many others before him. "I find that that helps in the long run."

And sadly, it was true!

Lesley's POV

"How did Alpha Harry punish you?" Amanda asked nervously, once we turned the last corner and the school came into view. She was only nervous, because she knew, that it was because of her, that I even ended up in that situation.

"It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," I said with a smile, brushing it off like it was nothing. "I mean, he didn't beat me black and blue like most of the time, but this morning he called me back into the office and commanded me to do everything Trevor said. And honestly," I added with a sincere chill running down my spine. "That scares me more than anything."

"He used the command on you?" Amanda screeched surprised. I honestly didn't understand her surprise, until I remembered, that it isn't normal for an alpha to use his alpha voice for deminer things like some lame punishment.

"It must be something Trevor or Fraya must have convinced him to do," I said shrugging my shoulders, not knowing if/why I was defending him. I knew Uncle Harry was either a) going to get some creep to rape me or b) beating me black and blue until I'd "learned my lesson". Let's just say, I was a slow learner and since everyone here gives a flying fuck about child-protecting services, I was basically my uncle's punching bag. Trevor and Fraya were different! They were--- what's the word? Oh yeah! – Mean!!! Like "high-school"-mean, making Mean Girls look like a bunch of girls-scout! And I was going to be Trevor's bitch for a week! I had to do and/or say everything and anything he told me to. No one can disobey an alpha command; least of all an omega.

I could feel my wolf stir in the back of my mind; she agreed but didn't say anything. She was quiet most of the time. Probably because she was still an alpha wolf but had been downgraded to an omega. It somehow had broken her more than it broke me.

I have to do something to get suspended, I sighed already thinking of ways I could piss off the Principal so he would send me home this week. But once seated in class I had no idea of how to do that.

Most of my pack went to this school and although it was a human school, the town was just small enough, that no one asked questions about the kids coming from the mountains or nearby forest. This entire area had a lot of ranches and farmland, so it was normal that the kids came from far and wide to attend school. Our pack was one such 'ranch'. Or at least that was our cover story.

I sighed. The upside to such a small community is that it's easier to keep a big secret – like the fact that we were werewolves or that I was beaten for entertainment every Friday night – because everybody knows everybody and it's acceptable to be 'their kind of weird'. The downside is of course that everybody knows everybody! And considering I've been going to this school my entire life, the Principal and the teachers in general, took things a little easier on me. Probably another reason why Trevor and Fraya hate me! You see: I have dyslexia! Yeah, I know! It sounds like I'm dying, but I'm not. It means that I have a really, really hard time reading shit! It's like going to the circus, but with letters! I see the word, I see the first letter and by the time I reach the second letter, the first one has made a disappearing act in my brain, making every word just look like a bunch of random letters!

So yeah! I got it easy with the teachers and I had special privileges, such as being able to have a school I-pad, containing special programs to read for me and audiobooks – the best invention ever, I might add!

But with every authority in the house being so nice to me, I knew I was going to be extra mean, to get out of this one!

I was honestly too scared to stay in school that day, so I lied about having bad PMS cramps and snuck home. Quickly went about my duties, cooking and cleaning mostly, but also taking care of my aunt's special needs. She was paralyzed and was bound to a wheelchair at all times. The packhouse was also remodeled to fit her needs and if she wanted, she could get just about everywhere around the pack and the house. But she stuck mostly to her room, yelling for anyone and anything to do her bidding. And I was one such runner. I was to run to fetch her clothes, to get her up in the morning, to give her a shower, to change her diapers, to fetch her food, her laptop, her mail, her magazine.

She was beautiful, like her daughter, so it was easy to see, why Uncle Harry was completely blind to her ugly and disgusting heart. She was in her 40'ies, but thanks to the werewolf aging process she looked like her daughter's older sister and not her mother. The only difference was that Aunt Cathy was blond; like my mother and me. Yeah! What are the odds?! My mother and aunt were sisters and my father and uncle were brothers. But you know---werewolves, bitches! They're too lazy to look far away for their mates. I was just relieved that our grandparents were in no way related.

I'd just finished putting her to bed when she suddenly announced that she wanted a shower in the morning.

"Yes, Luna," I answered in as neutral as possible tone. If there was the slightest emotion in my voice, she would make a huge scene about it. If it was too hard, she'd say I was cold and insensitive toward her. This resulted in me getting beat up by Uncle Harry. And if it was too soft, I was pitting her, and she didn't need my sympathy. This also resulted in me getting beat up by Uncle Harry. And even if my voice was completely drained of emotions and one hundred percent monotone, she'd still make up some weird excuse so I would get a beat down by Uncle Harry!

I sighed when I was out of sight and hearing range. Luckily tonight wasn't one of those nights. And considering that I'd been able to avoid Trevor all day too, was a relief. The only problem I now faced, was that if I was to bath Aunt Cathy in the morning, I'd be late for school. Not that I minded much; I'd always struggled to keep up anyway and I found every single thing hard and exhausting. Then add the fact that I'd constantly got bullied by my classmates because of my reading difficulties, there really wasn't much pulling me in the educational direction. Although it was rather normal in the werewolf society that the females got an education and tribute to the pack like that, while the males were warriors and protectors. I'd rather be a stay-at-home mom and do whatever I could to raise awareness about the many, many problems children with dyslexia face.

So how was any of this a problem?

Since I'm always behind in everything and/or late, the school has decided that if I'm falling behind, my helping aids will be taken away! Yeah, like that's gonna motivate me to keep up! And I was already below the yellow line. And my aunt always, ALWAYS, sleeps in late, so I'd be very, very late.

Lesley's POV

The next morning I'd managed to avoid Trevor during breakfast, before hurrying upstairs to help my aunt. And as always, she's being difficult as hell.

"Stop that!" "That hurts!" "You bitch!" "Stupid!" "Incapable brat!"

And at the end of every one of those, I was slapped. My cheek was red and swollen and I honestly had to battle my tears and anger at every turn. Whoever, said 'turn the other cheek' clearly didn't get bitch-slapped!

What I wanted to say:

"HEY! I'm trying to pull off your disgusting, grown-ass diaper and give you a bath, so stop slapping me, while I'm trying to help your sorry little paralyzed ass!"

What I had to say:

"I'm sorry," I said softly, with all the self-control I could muster. I wish I could say that I felt some kind of sympathy for her, but I really didn't! She was a first-class asshole and a drama queen! As in if you looked up the definition of a drama-queen in a dictionary, there would be a huge ass picture of her and her ginormous ego!

She scoffed like an 80+ smoker/alcoholic and finally let me bathe her. But because she didn't stay still, I of course got soaked. I wanted to kill her so badly. It would be so easy.

Sorry, she got cut in the curtains. UPS!

Yeah, because she was gonna make me a murderer! (note: sarcasm!)

I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't notice my grip on the soap loosen and I dropped it. I accidentally sighed out loud, before bending down and getting it back. And they say that you should not bend down in the prison! I say: depends on the prison!

"OH!"

My aunt suddenly cried out. I looked up, confused as hell. What the shit---? But I quickly noticed what she'd been doing.

Forming on her thigh, was a huge red spot in the shape of the showerhead. I sighed! Come fucking on! Not this again.?! Yeah! She did that too. She would deliberately hurt herself and blame me! Uncle Harry would always see red when his mate was hurt. And she enjoyed seeing him beat the crape out of me.

"What's going on?!" my uncle yelled only a second later, as he stormed the bathroom. I jumped up.

"It was an accident!" I tried to holler, but it was useless! I knew that trying to claim innocence was only going to make things worse, but the second I saw my Uncle's eyes I knew I was fucked!

"You little.," he yelled, grabbing a fist full of hair.

I didn't remember much after that.

I vaguely remembered him grabbing my head and slamming it against the bathroom tiles. The tiles broke and shattered around me. I felt blood running down my face and left ear. I barely had my hands up in defense as the punches landed one by one. Everything after that was just so---distance. My uncle screaming, my aunt's fake sobbing, the pain. It all drowned in a loud noise of nothingness. Like my ears were too full to take it in.

I scrambled to my feet and got out of there. I barely reached downstairs when the sour and vile liquid started to run up my throat and my stoma content wanted to make a run for it. I threw up in the kitchen sink, making the room spin even worse. My head felt like it was about to explode, and I couldn't stop throwing up.

Amanda came over and got me to school, but I honestly didn't remember much. What day it was, what class I was in, what the hell I was doing.

All I knew is that I wanted to throw up! NOW!

I rushed out of class, found a bathroom, and once again exited my internal organs into the toilet. Or at least that's what it felt like! Fuck!

I grabbed the side of my head. The bleeding had stopped but seeing my reflection in the mirror, honestly almost gave me a heart attack. My eyes were bloodshot, and my chin was bruised and swollen to almost twice its original size. Lines of dried blood colored my face, making me look like a victim of Dracula! I carefully touched the cut, only to feel a stinging and burning sensation rush through my body.

Fuck!

I turned on the tap and started to wash my face. Or at least get some cold water on it, but this turned out to be a bad idea. The second I moved my head, the room started spinning again and I felt sick. I crept over to the closest corner and just sat there; waiting/hoping for death to bring an end to it. I brought my knees as close as possible, resting my head on them and my body against the cold wall.

Just be still, I continued to tell myself, trying to breathe normally. The pain comes to an end. Everything comes to an end.

"I'll be ok," I sighed out through my teeth, trying to make it through the pain. "No matter what I'll be fine!" I pressed down the tears and although my heart was aching to cry, I didn't. I was never letting anyone know, that they got to me. At least Dean was right about that! That's how you survive.

That's when I heard them. There were four boys. This I smelt because my hearing was still all fucked up. What the fuck were they doing here? And that's when I finally realized. Great! I was in the men's bathroom! How did I know? Well, one clue was the four boys walking in, but honestly, the smell! Boys just stink!

"What the.?!" one of them screeched, making my eardrums bleed. Oh god, just shut the fuck.! Yeah, I was in the wrong bathroom, but seriously?! They acted as if they'd never seen a girl before. I scoffed. Probably hadn't!

"Is she passed out?" another one asked, slowly approaching me, like I was an exotic and dangerous animal. I'm both, but still!

No, she's still here, desperately trying to pass out, so shut your trunk and get out!

Again, this was what I wanted to scream at them, but I didn't have the strength to even move at this point.

"Man! She must be so high!" another one giggled like a schoolgirl.

"Isn't that Lesley? You know, the slut Trevor's always going on about?"

Of course, that bastard is talking shit about me!

"She's so cheap, he gets it for free," the other one laughs again.

Yeah, right!

I could hear them whisper. Somehow that made me more nervous. I had to get up and get away. Something bad was gonna happen. I just knew it! I tried to steady my hand and get up, but the second I tried to move, the room was spinning, and I felt like I was gonna throw up.

That's when I suddenly felt the warm liquid on my body.

Oh no! They didn't.!

But of course, they did!

They literally peed on me!

In the werewolf society, if you were trying to hide your scent, that's a very efficient way of doing it. In the "normal" society, it's just gross! And talking about hiding my scent?! The only thing that did was make me smell like a bad combination of puck and urine!

They giggled like schoolgirls, laughing and calling me names. I didn't care. I wanted to cry. This was beyond humiliating. Beyond any stupid, boyish prank! This was wrong! I didn't deserve this. I didn't deserve any of this!!!

With that, my anger had finally built up, giving me the strength, I needed to stand. I drained my wolf of her healing ability, making her pass out in the back of my mind.

Don't worry, girl, I softly told her, feeling my bruises heal and wounds closing. This will be worth it!

"Oh fuck, she's mad," one yelled, still smiling while they hustled to put their junk back in their pants. Through my blurred, foggy vision, I saw them head for the door. Anger turned to rage. Oh, I don't think so!

The next second I slammed it shut. I used my werewolf speed to cut in front, staring them down, with a look that will hunt their nightmares forever.

"How the.?!" one exclaimed, his expression becoming a mix of horror and surprise.

"You think this is funny?" I sneered and a low growl escaped my lips. My fists were clenched at my side and I was honestly enjoying the sudden pale and terrified expression on their faces.

"Now I'm gonna have some fun!"