His lips were a mixture of sweat, tears and anguish. The way he had sucked my lips raw and slid his tongue into my mouth was the sensation of pure bliss. One hand woven in the midst of my hair, holding me in place. His hand carefully taking its precious time in gliding over my back down to my rear and over, curving over and under. Taking slow breathes in between to catch our breathe I allow myself to adsorb the moment to the fulliest, taking my fingers in his dangerously dark locks. A growl erupts in the back of his throat and we're pushed onto surface of the closet wall.

I feel one of his hand warm against my neck while the other went over my rear again, hoisting me on to the dresser's top. The stuff goes sprawling over, either crushed by our weight or broken from going over and meeting the floor.

Unable to resist myself, I dare Damon's mouth to explore more than my mouth, leading him downwards to the arch where his mark laid awaiting. He bites the area with his teeth, sending a wave of heat to flush over and as he strokes it with his lips, building up the heat I release the muffled moan I was desperately opposing to let go. It were as if I were taking a whiff of some rave drug that intensified the effects of Damon's touch, making the agonizingly slow pain worth pleasurable.

It certainly was addicting, the feeling of our partially naked body creating enough steam for both of us to have a thin layer of glistening sweat already. A finger of his slips down to the band of my tights, tugging it downwards just until the band of my underwear was in full view when I break the lip lock abruptly. "What is it?" His voice was heavily slurred, the words coming out as one.

"You want this." Damon coaxed huskily going to my neck for a peck before nuzzling his chin deeper.

"No." I say lowly as if it were to myself. Fuck. What had I done? "No Damon," I whisper and I knew he heard, for he had looked at me as if I had grown horns. "Im not ready. Not yet Im not and especially after-" all that's happen with me in the Alleyway back in New York. "...Look I-"

All the loving affection was ceased. He recoiled his hands with a loudly exasperated grunt. I remained half seated on the dresser as he sent his fist rampaging into the wall next to my ear. Meeting with his furious eyes, I dont flinch. "Damon."

He refused to even look at me. Even when balling up a fistful of my hair and dragging me off in the direction of the bed. Heaving me face first into the bed, I feel my cheek gash rip reopen. Glazing my fingers, it comes back spotted with scarlet. What the...

Youre not the only one demanding answers, June orders, feeling her power beginning to resurface under my skin.

"You better be ready when I come back," Damon threatened dangerously with his rich ink eyes, snapping his fingers at me.

"My body wont be found dead with yours, forget about being ready for you to molest," I spit before laughing madly, June's enraged potential giving a higher new found leverage to boast my morality with. This was a characteristic I just adored about June. She could go from sweet and loving to sickly brutal in a heartbeat.

I could tell Damon knew it wasnt me but June speaking. My mouth, another's voice. My June's voice. He approaches us, obviously pissed, pinching my cheek with his outstretched claw's tip. I could feel the blood rushing to the area and threatening to pour out beneath when he muttered lowly, "You either do it quietly and willingly, or else be forced by my own ways."

With that, he rises, tossing my bloody cheek aside and leaving me helplessly dumped on the bed, heading to the door.

I knew it, I cried softly gathering the sheets in my fist as Junes control left. Glancing up I find Damon halted by the door as if he had heard. 'I never asked for her to be my mate just so you know and the Moon Goddess above knows, I never wanted her from when I first laid eyes on her and I never will, for she's a pain in my ass and a waste of space. That's all.'

Each and every word of that memory stabbed my heart a dozen times over, and I silently prayed he heard and felt that fool of a heart of mine break.

Tears were establishing, ready to fall at the blink when I close my eyes. They hadnt even greeted the sheets when a loud sound, almost as a gunshot sounded from the hall out our bedroom. Damon was already out the room, the door thrown open from his departure. I advance on out as well, wiping the blood away from my cheeks with my bare palm. "Leila!"

"What happened?" I step from behind Damon -who was standing in the center of the hall towering over her with his hands crossed over one another- towards her, crouching onto the floor besides her.

"My Alpha, " She nodded in his direction, "My Luna. Nothing to worry, I just got a bit dizzy and my foot slipped. Nothing to serious."

I reached out to her ankle, holding her gaze encouragingly with mine.

"And you shall be punished accordingly." Damon spoke with icy indifference, muscle still bulging from his hands being crossed.

"What the hell are you talking about? She fell okay? No rules broken from what I see." I said irritably. He motions to the broken vase shattered on the ground behind us with his cruel eyes. "You got to be kidding me. Have you lost it! It was a mistake damnit. This couldve happened from anyone."

"And they would've been punished just as sentenced," Damon replies ever so coolly, evading my lingering gaze. He cant be serious! Tell me hes not please, June questions optimistically.

"Even by me?" I dare to ask lowly for our ears alone, rising up before him and shuffling gaze. Finally acknowledging me standing before him, Damon glances down to me. Not budging from his fixed rigid posture that was intended to give the impression of the person before you, I dare to meet his electrifying gaze. Being this close up again, the memory of my lips locked with mine only seconds ago made his lips suddenly came across as welcoming.

"You called?" Kaden approaches the hallway, leaving hardly enough room for any of us. Hunter was now crouched down, still in his worn sweats and straining shirt, talking in a low tone with Leila -assuring and checking her sprain.

Kaden appears behind me. Here he stood, awaiting. "What is it? Will some say something for fuck's sake!"

Damon held his gaze with me as he spoke with less to no remorse directed to him. "Leila here, will be given 50 whips for breaking such a breaking antique piece worth thousands of dollar and I required both, Hunter and you here for it."

From Hunter slouched on the ground besides a weeping Leila, to a clueless Kaden, we all interexchanges glances of disbelief with one another. "Oh mon Dieu! Ill pay. Okay! Its about the money, the thousands of dollar, Ill pay from my pocket!" I shout loudly, wishing I could slap him in the face with the stacks of bills. "You just name it."

"Its not about the money, but rather the lesson," Damon interjected sharply, standing all poiseful as if he were at a dinner.

"More like for your fetish with sadism," June snorts using my mouth, stalking away from and towards Leila.

"We have a strict law here for damaging other's property." Damon frowns, disregarding June without a second glance. "Im not done. I want Hunter to be the one to administer it."

Leila wailing grew louder despite trying to muffle it with her palm. "DAMON-!" "DAMON!" Kaden was the one to yell louder than I, stalking up in attempt to pacify him. Better Kaden than I, I considered, for Id show Damon his true spot in this petty hellhole of his.

"Hunters a promising member," Damon shushes, not even hearing a single word."And I know he'll make the right decision." Turning his deceptive eyes towards Hunter. "Either you do it and show me what a promising Delta you are capable of being, or face being convicted with treason and be exiled from this Pack, living as a hunted rogue for the rest of your life. Or, I could make her the hunted rogue if you'd prefer. Consider these three given option with caution, reconsider even if you must."

As if on cue, another dark figured loomed in the back behind Hunter and Leila. My wolf vision confirms it as the figure as Carter, in his usual shady pants and shirt but he hadnt come alone. "Carter, leave," I growl at the sight of him, recognizing the long leathery rope-like weapon, casually coiled within the face of his palm..

"Give it to Hunter" said Damon, fixed eyes on me as I glance back at him. Twirling my head around, I catch Hunter ascending and with trembling hands take the whip from Carter. Looking slightly more annoyed as if this were everyday drama, Carter passes it gladly.

Leila's wailing receded into more of a sob half muffled by her own hand. She looked smaller than I ever seen her, sprawled on the ground awaiting her faith with her face a sheer blend of sweat and tears.

"Dont do this Hunter! Kaden say something!" I shake my head at this injustice, anticipating some type of interference from anyone. Carter was leaning against the wall chewing on what looked as chewing gum, Hunter looking as if he were about to retch, Leila looking as if she were to pass out shortly, and Kaden deep in thought and wide eyed watching this horror unfold besides Damon. Damon, standing proudly his eyes flickering between gold and black.

June, can you get to Dylan to surface? I demand desperately. He can stop everything.

Dont you think I know that already? What do you think Ive been doing all this time! Certainly not making popcorn for myself to cuddle up with, June scolded. He's locked within his mind. UGH FUCK. Fuckity fuck fuck.I cant reach him damnit!

Damon. If you can hear me, I call down out bond. I catch his eyes hitch, shifting from behind me to me. Please! Stop! Please end this madness. Just call all this off and Ill do anything you say. I promise I wont argue, scream, or even say anything. I'll do anything you order me to-

The dreadful cackle of the whip was what paused me from saying the unmentionable. The whip was brought down again, more urgently than the last. I hadnt had the time to recover from the first.

"NO. STOP! HUNTERRR," I run to the Leila sprawled in a pool of stale blood when Kaden sped from behind to hold me down. His hands were drawn as a remorseful band of steel, I couldn't twist away from. I could sense the weakness in them when I tried pulling away but they were firm enough to weak to my knees. "Please, let me go."

One after another it carried, no end in sight. I caught Damon after about 3 of the lashes, watching in front with cold feline amusement, hints of boredom even, written all over his assface resembled face.

Seeing no difference between him and the dictators of today, I cried out loud for the faith of this Pack. For every last members tormented by the hands of their Alpha. For Leila passed out on the ground in a pond of her every own blood and for Hunter who wont be able to forgive himself after this. For Kaden left watching helplessly from the sidelines. For my remaining existence here.

The memory of Damon and I shared seconds ago in the bedroom a living nightmare in the back of my head. I hate him, hate him, hate him, hate him, hate him, hate him, hate him, hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him and I was going to kill him one of these days because of it, collapsing my unsteady knees to the ground, knowing Id never be the same.

Amen, Was all the reply I got back.

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