Chapter 2.

Amber Whyte Pov.

One second he made my cunt showered. Trembled. Tightened.

My thong was useless, soaked with my juices.

Then I blinked. Too fast. And he was gone.

My stomach dropped. My hands wrapped around my small frame in despair. I was alone. Aching with need.

Dried precum glistened on my thighs.

Then I heard it. Footsteps. Heavy. Descending towards me.

My breath caught in my throat as Delilah and my grandmother came into view. Eyes like fire, burning against my skin with disgust.

"Come with us." Her voice slashed the silence.

I found myself outside, walking miles away from the Pack. Nodding absent-mindedly to her words.

Like a lamb, I trod obediently to the secret garden while they followed closely behind.

I had been promised a peaceful departure. A compulsory family tradition that I just found out about.

They called it a blessing. To ward off evil. To ensure a safe and happy life wherever I find myself.

According to my grandma, since I was family, it was mandatory to send me off with blessings. Hers and my father's.

I was silent, yet a million thoughts bombarded my mind. It was pure chaos in my head.

"You are one of us, child."

My grandma's soft, yet firm voice replayed in my head, healing my wounded heart.

It struck me with disbelief. Her soft eyes, her thin lips stretched in a faint smile. Her calm words.

For the first time since birth, she addressed me as 'child'. Not bitch. Not little demon. Not plague. Her child. As if that was not enough she acknowledged me as family.

My heart almost burst from excitement. Tears formed beneath my eyes as I marched along the bushy path that led to the enclosed private garden– not from pain, but from emotions. Raw emotions that dragged down my spine like invisible fingers.

All my life, I've waited, prayed, yelled, begged, fought just to be acknowledged as their child. Just to be called one of them. Just to be loved. To be seen. To be heard. To miss. To be afraid to lose.

But it took me over eighteen years to be granted that wish.

Damn. It felt good to be cherished. To be recognized as a part of a whole.

But why the hell was Delilah here?

Didn't she threaten to rip my heart out a few hours ago?

I shrugged my shoulders, relaxing the terrified part of me.

Grandma must have talked out her hatred for me. Maybe she now loves me in her own twisted kind of way.

The lonely path soon led to a desolate cliff clearing. It was dangerously high, it triggered my acrophobia.

Panic seized me as I stumbled back after witnessing a large body of water stretching beyond eye level, waiting patiently beneath the giant cliff.

One wrong move and it was death. Swift. Painful. Merciless.

This doesn't look like a garden. Where the hell were we?

Most importantly, "Where is Dad?" I asked when I found my voice, backing away from the edge of the cliff as dizziness started to kick in.

I turned to see Delilah and my grandmother closing in dangerously. Their steps daring. Deliberate. Heavy with meaning.

Their venomous eyes and wicked grins exposed their true intentions.

I understood at once. The pretense and warm words. It was all a facade that I foolishly fell for.

Like a lamb, I was led to slaughter.

Like a prey, I felt helpless, cornered, small.

"You don't need to worry about Dad because he won't see your sick face anymore. That's a huge favour," Delilah squealed like a rat. A high-pitched giggle escaped her lips in excitement.

Psycho.

Before I could utter a plea, a pair of hands jammed in my chest, pushing me off with full force, causing me to stumble at first before losing balance.

The ground beneath my feet gave way, causing a free fall as the shattered rocks plunged deep into the sea.

My mouth parted in a deafening scream as my eyes flashed before my eyes.

I swore my stomach jumped into my throat as goosebumps broke out on my bare skin.

But then. Mid air, my fingers clung to something stiff and rocky at the edge of the cliff. But I couldn't heave a sigh of relief. Not yet.

Not when half my body was dangling over the large body of water that waited patiently to swallow me whole. Not when my shaky fingers clung desperately to the sharp edge of the cliff maintaining a firm grip.

I couldn't breathe. My lungs gave out. I didn't dare move. Death loomed over me. It was everywhere. Above. Below.

"Please, you don't have to do this. We are family, remember? And I am one of you."

Their laughter roared in my ear. A blend of mockery and disgust. Eyes widened without a glimpse of remorse.

I understood.

I couldn't break into their stony hearts with warm words.

My survival depleted every passing second.

Still hanging by a thread as I froze amid air, I begged to be saved.

But I was met with sharp cold gazes that cut through me like a dagger. A cold sneer that wrapped my fate. None of their eyes held a sliver of guilt.

"Goodbye, Amber. Burn in hell!" Delilah's face twisted to a terrifying scorn that could send a shiver down the devil's spine.

"Apologies to the devil for sending you a little too late," My grandma added, her voice emotionless as usual.

I didn't get to take my next breath before her strong feet kicked my fingers off the cliff. With proud smiles worn on their faces, they watched me plummet into the vast sea, eyes pinned to them in regret and my back hitting the water first.

The last sound I heard was the echoes of their deafening laughter as they walked away triumphantly like they had gotten rid of the unwanted problem in their lives. A thorn in their flesh.

*****

My feet broke in a race as I dashed into the Pack house panting hard.

Yes. I escaped death narrowly.

Before sinking into the unforgiving sea, in the battle of survival and desperation, my fingers caught a small branch. At the foot of the cliff.

Climbing the cliff was a herculean task. My body ended up bruised from sharp stones and small rocks.

But I survived.

I flung the door open, walking past the halls as I strode deeper into the heart of the Packhouse, searching for them. The betrayers.

As I neared the direction of the meeting room, celebration sounds hung faintly in the air.

I paused, leaning against the door with my ears resting to catch any sound.

Roars of laughter descended like a storm. My father's.

But it was strange. Nothing amuses him except it was a celebration.

Overwhelmed by curiosity, I flung the doors open, storming into the meeting room like I was possessed.

But then, I felt it.

I felt him, his scent, his terrifying figure, his eyes, his lips.

My pussy pulsed even without seeing him.

Fuck.

It was like he was everywhere, in my filthy mind, in my aching pussy, in my bones.

Heat slowly rose from my body as I clenched my thighs hard, swallowing the desire lodged behind my throat.

Fuck. Not here. Not now. Not before everyone.

And then our eyes locked. My knees buckled. I almost collapsed on the floor as my breath hitched in excitement.

Then I started to feel it. My creamy arousal tucked in the pocket of my pussy.

Just then...something catastrophic occurred.

"Mate," Delilah whispered in confirmation. Her eyes glowed in excitement as she threw herself into his strong arms, wrapping her slender arms around his neck.

I almost went mad in shock.

My arousal dried up. My excitement was replaced with anger, betrayal, jealousy, and sadness.

I wanted to die. The ache in my chest burned like flaming fire.

I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.

But I stood tall, fighting the tears that glistened in my amber eyes.

He saw it. But he didn't move. He didn't bat an eyelid at Delilah either. I could feel him contemplating.

That moment, I felt torn from him. Like a part of me had been forcefully taken.

It made sense now. The reason Delilah wanted me dead. To claim him. To erase me.

She stole him, just to spite me. Just like she did with Nathan.

But this time was different. He was her mate.

What sick games was the Moon goddess playing?

Fuck. Delilah.

She won. Again.

The anger that welled up in my chest was quenched. My body ached from climbing the rocks. I just wanted to nap and never wake up. That was the only way I would find peace

But then, a pair of hands grabbed my hair roughly, hard enough to make me cry out in pain.

Behind me were Delilah and my grandmother, a blend of undiluted rage, shock, and fear crawled on their pale faces.

"When I killed you, you were supposed to stay dead, not resurrect like fucking Lazarus," she spat, her whisper cut through me like a blade.

"Remind me to bring my gun, next time." My grandma added before groaning in anger. Then her eyes found me, stabbing my skin with rage and hatred. "Some people need to be taught how to stay dead."

Typical grandma.

"Let me go!" I fought back, wrestling with the little strength left in me as I pulled away from her grip.

She walked towards my father, whispering incoherent words in his ears while he nodded affirmatively. I turned to crawl into the attic where I belonged.

These people made me sick.

"Not so fast, bitch!" Her voice snapped, stopping me.

"Daddy just gave me permission to take you in as my maid since I'll be leaving for my mate's Pack. So gather your filthy belongings...that's if you have any." Her voice was laced in mockery. My grandma chuckled, giving her a high-five.

"No! Daddy, please," I fought back, tears spilling down my eyes, but my father won't budge. "You can't do this."

Delilah's fingers fastened around my neck as she cocked her head to my ears.

"Welcome to your personal hell. You are my bitch now!"

Chapter 3

Amber Whyte.

That ugly moment marked my entry into the Thunderstorm Pack. It was the last time I laid my eyes on my father and grandmother.

Not like they cared. They were glad the cursed child they harbored was gone.

And just like that, I became Delilah's personal slave– her favourite punching bag, her toy for starvation, abuse, unending suffering, and punishment.

After every bruise, every slap, every torture, she didn't fail to remind me of my place in this Pack. In her words, "permanently beneath my feet for the rest of your pathetic life."

Days dragged into weeks, each slower than the last. My spirit frayed. My soul was worn out. My body was plastered with exhaustion. Bone-deep exhaustion.

I didn't know how much of this torture I could take. I wake up every day hoping it will be my last.

Still, I was here. In the Thunderstorm Pack. Still within the reach of my twin sister and her mate, Alpha Elion.

My pussy clenched hard at the mention of his name. Elion.

Even in his absence, he made my clit throb shamelessly.

My mouth watered as I pictured him towering above me like he does. Silent. Those icy blue eyes were watching, stalking, undressing me until there was nothing left. His head spiraled with thoughts I wish I could get a hint of. His hands balled in fists by his sides as his claws seeped through his flesh.

One time, I spotted a trail of blood on his lips and fist after he stared at me too much while I was not looking.

Other days, it was his scent, his shadow, his eyes that followed me while I was engrossed in my daily chores. Before I could turn back to look, his presence was gone, as if he had never been there.

But the smell of fresh pine remained with me. Confirming my doubts. He was always there gawking quietly– in the dark, in broad daylight, in the rain, in the shadows, across the private garden, from above; second-floor balcony, during breakfast, when I served dinner.

Those dark carnal eyes never left me.

That was when I realized.

He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

Maybe he was fighting hard to keep his hands to himself after our last encounter.

Too bad...he was already mated to my sister and they just concluded the ceremony a few hours ago.

Delilah had been introduced to the Pack and Elders as the Luna of Thunderstorm Pack.

There was no fucking way in hell I would be entangled with him.

My words may be firm, but my body betrayed me.

I want him. All of him to myself.

My soaked kitty was ready for him, to stretch until it accommodated his massive length.

My lips bled daily from being clenched too hard whenever we were close to each other.

My body was on fire and only his ginormous cock could quench it.

He was the key to ending this insatiable hunger that clawed my pussy mercilessly.

But he was not mine. Not mine to touch. Not mine to fuck.

I would be a liar if I claimed I was fine with him being my sister's mate.

For the first time, I wanted what my sister owned. I envied what she adored.

I was exhausted. Not from Delilah's torment. From Elion.

My pussy grew angry each day it was deprived of his sugar-coated cock.

My body plunged into madness without his touch.

I was in hell. But I was helpless.

He was my twin sister's mate. Elion.

He was off-limits.

He was the forbidden fruit I was taught not to eye.

He was my daily obsession.

The thought made me sick. Yet, I craved him like a drug.

Hissing tiredly as I adjusted the cleaning supplies in my hands, I stopped briefly before two staircases.

My eyes dropped in confusion.

One would lead me to the store where supplies are being kept, but I wasn't sure where the other would lead me.

Since I was pretty new, I had not mastered every nook and cranny in this gigantic Packhouse. Penelope, a friendly maid, was yet to take me on a tour and show me where to avoid and the restricted areas.

My eyes returned to the flight of stairs again as I tried to recall Penelope's instructions.

I couldn't.

Fuck!

I groaned, anger and fatigue seeping into my chest.

Delilah's introduction ceremony left me weak as jelly. For a week, she made sure I set out the necessary arrangements, including scrubbing and decorating the large banquet hall. The worst of all, prepping her ball gowns.

It was one of her humiliations to rub the happiness that I craved on my face.

Here I was exhausted to the bones, trying to navigate my way to avoid being lost.

I settled on the first staircase that took me to the second floor, struggling with the heavy supplies.

Blinking back the sleepiness that clouded my eyes, I forced them open to avoid falling and creating unnecessary noise, especially when it was midnight.

Ten steps into the second floor and something struck me.

A sound. Weird ones. Familiar ones.

Like the continuous slapping of bare flesh against flesh. Deafening. Angry.

Accompanied by a cry. Loud. Feminine.

It was a blend of pain, pleasure, and struggle.

Then panting. Hard and fast. Animalistic.

I should have turned back and taken to my heels. But driven by curiosity, I strode deeper until the sounds were deafening and haunting.

As if possessed, I dropped the supplies on the floor as quietly as I could, following the sound until it led me behind a door.

It was slightly ajar.

"Please, it hurts...don't stop..." Delilah's cries penetrated the silence of the night.

That was when I understood.

That was when I saw the moment I peeked closer and watched through the space.

Delilah was wet from sweat, from arousal, from tears. Spread on the massive bed, naked, like an offering. Her hands cuffed to the sides of the bed, giving her no room for comfort.

Elion was above her, naked in all his glory. His hands were glued to her narrow waist, keeping it firmly in place.

His hips rotated in a circular motion. With speed, agility, with the rhythm of their sharp breaths.

His muscles flexed with every thrust, every push into her womb.

I swallowed, leaning closer as my eyes sparked with desire. With lust. With want. My thighs pressed hard against each other as he plunged deeply into her raining hole.

My lustful eyes dropped.

That was when I saw. His ginormous cock. It was the biggest. Wildest. Out of my imagination. More monstrous than Nathan's. Nothing came close. Not even the side of my forearm.

I caught myself drooling over the impossible length as they burrowed furiously into Delilah's stretched pussy, causing her to break into tears so hard, her thighs shivered with pain.

But he wasn't done.

And I wasn't done watching.

My body wiggled slowly and my core tightened with each thrust. His cock was now shimmering with Delilah's fluid.

My teeth sank into my lips and my fingers slowly grazed over my pussy through the soft fabric.

I was dripping. Leaking over the spot I curled up in, wiggling with pleasure.

Fuck!

It should be me he was slamming into.

His massive cock in my wet hole.

My hands bound in a cuff. My body beneath his.

Stifling a moan, I clasped my hand over my mouth, clenching my pussy hard as I began to rock myself slowly. Steadily.

Without warning, he turned.

I gasped. My breath was caught in my throat. Caught off-balance, I dropped to the floor noisily. My heart pounded against my ribs.

"Who's there?!"

Chapter 4

Amber Whyte.

My heart dropped to my stomach. Fear clawed at my chest.

It was at that moment I realized what I had done.

I was a fucking pervert. A freak.

Gawking in the shadows, peeking lustfully as my twin sister's marriage was consummated.

This was sick. I was sick.

Gathering my weak body, I rose from the floor, dashed out faster than the speed of light.

I didn't answer the calls. I didn't dare look back.

Fuck!

I dropped my supplies there.

Delilah would have my head on a silver platter if she finds out what I did.

That I touched myself inappropriately while she was fucked senseless by her mate, my obsession. That my pussy ached for his cock. That I was leaking uncontrollably for him. For Elion.

That I was losing my mind rapidly.

I didn't stop running until I found myself in my room.

The shabby place Delilah ordered me to stay. It was similar to the attic– far from reach, freezing, dilapidated.

At least I was safe. For now.

Slamming the door and bolting it immediately, my back hit the wall as pants erupted from my parted lips.

I couldn't breathe. The air in my lungs was heavy. My face was contorted with fright, like I had seen a ghost.

My heart thundered violently in my chest, like it was about to jump out, and my body vibrated as if it was being charged with a high-voltage electrical current.

I was shivering. I was trembling. I was terrified.

Not from Delilah's threats and possible punishments.

But from what I saw.

The heavy-duty, monstrous cock, positioned like a loaded machine gun built for destruction. It was fleshy. It was thick. Angry bulging veins scattered around it like lightning.

Each time it rammed furiously into Delilah, it nodded like it understood its primary assignment– that it was built to wreck. To ruin. To destroy. To split open. Without mercy.

My hands found my face, covering my eyes. I forced my brain to shut itself down. Maybe I will be calm. Maybe this burning ache would go.

But it replayed, brighter in my head this time. It didn't matter whether my eyes were shut or open.

I saw it. All of his ginormous cock disappeared as it split Delilah open from within. As it reappeared with her juices coating the cap midway. It didn't let her recover from the aggressive thrust before sinking into her expanded hole again.

I screamed, blocking my ears as I dropped to the cold floor.

But the echoes of her moans resounded in my ears. It was louder this time. Haunting. Unforgiving. Mocking. Her cries. Her screams. Her struggles.

But it only grew worse.

I almost lost it as the squishy sound of her weeping vagina filled every inch of my head. It squelched every time the massive rod found her opening and rammed into it like a savage beast. Because he was.

"Make it stop!" I cried, pulling my hair in agony. In hunger. In desperation.

Jamming my hands against my ears

Instead, it replayed. In high-definition.

Deafening moans. Flash slapping against flesh. Elion.

It wouldn't leave. It was alive in me. Eating me up from within.

Leaving me soaking my panties.

Driving me nuts.

Elion.

He was the first to turn.

Did he see me?

Did he notice me at the entrance?

Fuck. What was I thinking? Salivating as my sister got fucked. Wishing it were me.

The hunger in my pussy roared, sending heat to every inch of my skin.

My body shuddered in need.

I remained on the bed, pressing the pillow against my face as I tried to sleep, hoping it would help to calm me.

I forced myself. Hard. I tried several techniques. But sleep failed me. It felt like my body deliberately mocked me.

My pussy was mad that it was being ignored. That it was denied what it craved.

I got up with a start, heading to the shower.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I slipped into the tiny bathroom, towel wrapped around my naked body.

I didn't bother to shut the door behind me. I couldn't think straight. Elion consumed me.

I turned the shower on. It was scalding enough to melt my desire. The steam wrapped around me like a secret as I hung my towel and stepped into the shower, allowing the water to rain down on me heavily.

My hard nipples tingled. My body quivered. My clit was swollen with need.

My arousal smeared between my thighs like syrup.

I let the water take over me. Cleanse me. Soak me. Take away this ache that drove me insane.

But it didn't help.

Switching to a cold shower was useless. My desires only multiplied.

Until...

My fingers dropped to my sides.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I began to imagine him. Elion. My obsession.

Icy blue eyes pinned on me. Lips sucking my nipples hard. Large fingers gripping my neck hard.

His voice. Deep. Commanding. Like silk. Like a dagger. Whisper into my ears.

"Already wet for me, little dove."

I almost dropped to my knees as my legs nearly gave way.

The heat that radiated in-between my pussy was palpable.

String of fluid lined up my pussy, staining my thighs, leaving me flushed with need.

Without warning, my fingers rested on my swollen clit, gliding softly.

I gasped. Almost choking on my tears as my folds were mad sensitive.

My fingers circled my clitoris gently at first. Then harder. Faster. Furiously.

My eyes rolled back to my sockets as waves of pleasure descended on me.

My breath turned into short pants.

My moans grew loud. The water roared.

My legs gave out, causing me to fall to the wet ground, but I didn't stop.

My fingers worked faster. Angrier.

They were coated with my juices now.

Fuck! Elion!

I cried, his image plastered in my mind.

I fucked myself hard. My fingers were circling my clit as my fluid got sticky.

Messy, oozing out of me uncontrollably.

"You like touching yourself for me, little dove? Next time, it will be my cock hitting your cervix. You'll bleed. But I won't stop."