Have you ever wondered what any helpless prey must be thinking as it sets its eyes upon a predator. Well I had a fairly good idea as my thoughts ran crazily throughout my mind. Donovan's dark eyes watched me, frowning while his jaw was stiff. We we're alone and not another sound could be heard in the house other than my raging heart and ragged breath. He crossed his arms as he pursued his lips. His face didn't portray any sign of emotion.

"Let's go upstairs," his voice was low. He stood up to his towering height and before he could approach me I too was on my feet. His hand latched onto mine, each of his knuckles trapping my own. I tried to imagine how many times his knuckles connected to my skin aggressively. Was I able to count the number of times he inflicted pain on me with just his hands.

The stairs cried out from the strain of our weight. Each step louder than the other, until finally it was silent. He held the bedroom door open and I could feel his eyes follow me as I passed. The door closed loudly making me jump, but I didn't turn I was praying that he would head straight for the shower and I could pretend to fall asleep while he wasn't present.

"Where did he touch you?" His voice sounded from behind me but I knew he was a short distance away from me.

"Who?" Was my simple question, evading or delaying giving an answer could be extremely idiotic or dangerous.

"Emmett, his scent followed you when we left the sitting room. That means he touched you to leave his smell on you." I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. Goosebumps spread across my skin, I knew I had every right to be scared. "I will ask you again, where did he touch you?"

"He just hugged me, it was a simple gesture between family. He was upset earlier, that's all Don," I began to ramble, quickly throwing out his name knowing it would please him.

"That bastard just wanted sympathy from you because his mate died on this day a few years ago." He grabbed my shoulders spinning me around to look him in the eyes. They were pitch black, predatory and the underlining message that he was ready to strike was there. I gulped in fear, I was so screwed.

"Do you think I'm a fucking idiot and I wouldn't do my research on my mate? I know he has a claiming contract with you! He thinks you resemble her and he's jealous that I have a mate and he doesn't." My eyes widened at the realization that he knew the whole time.

"He blackmailed me into it! He caught me stealing, do you really think that I would willing agree to something like that?" My voice wavered slightly from the panic that was controlling me. His eyes looked down at the blinking red light that was tight around my neck. His arms went behind me and I was unable to see what he was doing. He fumbled with the back of my collar, it wasn't until he pulled his hands away with it did I realize that it was off. It dangled from his hand unblinking, the anchor that weighed my shoulders down wasn't so heavy or restricting anymore. Yet there still was a weight tied to me, the lock invisible and floating inside of me unable to be pinpointed.

"You might not have wanted the relationship with him but he did with you. I'm sure you know by now humans are easily overpowered by werewolves. I'm uncomfortable when you're left alone with him you're easily taken advantage of," his voice didn't waver but his words taunted me. He was indirectly telling me that with his experience of having power over me was what he was concerned about, that someone else might be able to do the same.

Without hesitation my hand shot up and came crashing down on his face. Tears welled in my eyes, I hadn't even recognized that his words had such a huge impact on me. "Don't you dare talk about me like that! I've put up with your abusive shit for long enough."

His teeth gleamed down at me as he showed them too me proudly. His eyes sparked with excitement, not the kind that a normal functioning being would experience. It was the thrill of knowing what he was going to do.

"So you're acting brave now?" His chuckle echoed as he started to walk in a circle around me. "Let's see if you can keep that up?" His laugh died down but the smirk was wrapped around his words. He grabbed my chin making me look up at him, his eyes warning me to not break contact.

As my eyes focused solely on him, I was convinced that I was witnessing an illusion. His face started to change, but that couldn't have been possible. He shut his lids but I did not close mine, I focused on him. Worried about the consequences there might be if he realized that I disobeyed his order. His skin began to wrinkle together in place that his young skin wouldn't, than it began to stretch. His nose began to change shape, the bridge of his nose swelled. The skin on his forehead thickened before slumping forward, his skin slowly started spurting fur. His nails grew and they pierced the skin on my cheeks, I didn't move nor did I make a sound in complete shock of what was happening. The fur that now covered his hand was touching my face, it was coarse and itchy. His mouth began contorting into positions my brain couldn't even process fast enough, soon his mouth and nose had expanded further than they had been now forming a snout. His lips and the tip of his nose were the color of coal, the were cracked and dry.

His eyes opened to reveal gleaming gold orbs with flickers of silver sparks moving through them. His hand clenched around my jaw making his nails push further into my skin making me wince. His strange lips curled back exposing his teeth to me, they made his normal teeth look harmless. I knew from experience that they weren't and I couldn't comprehend what these razors would do to me. My throat had dried by now and my tongue was heavy. I could feel the pulsing in my neck as the adrenaline swiftly ran through my blood but it would not conquer my fear for what stood in front of me.

"Are you scared yet Mate?," his voice nearly sounded the same only for that it was deeper.

"W-what a-are y-you?" My bravery was no longer encouragingly holding my hand anymore. It had bolted the moment he start sprouting fur.

"Right now I am in control, I am not in my full form. You should be thankful for that," he sneered at me. His burning orbs watched me thoughtfully.

"Get on your knees," he barked out letting go of my jaw before pushing down on my shoulders. I kept my head bent trying to reassure myself that I wasn't insane and had imagined the Betas face turn into a monsters.

The sound of fabric being torn echoed around the room before. The air hit my bare back and my top pooled on the floor in front of me. "I don't mind that you will no longer wear a collar but you will be reminded that you belong to me."

The warmth of his hand landed on my shoulder before he pinched my tender skin. "If you move or flinch you'll be sorry understand?" My head nodded yes quickly but what was I agreeing to?

I felt the sharp tip of his talons break the skin on my back. I gripped my bottom lip in between my teeth to muffle the pain as he began to drag it through my skin. I could feel what he was doing, he made the incision in the shape of a D.

D was for destructive, ever since he came into my life he was slowly beginning to destroy everything I had. My relationship with my family, power over myself and my mental state.

He moved on to the next pattern he drew on my back, O. This stood for ominous, the constant state of worry I was in because of him.

N stood for noxious. He was harmful to my body and poisonous for my mind.

O another one, this time it stood for oppressor. I had no control or independence of my own being because of him.

V was for vicious. He was vicious verbally and physically, more animal than rational.

A stood for abysmal. In every sense he was awfully appalling and his actions couldn't be excused not even by his own Alpha.

And his last letter was carved just as deeply as the rest of them but he made sure that it hurt the most. N for nefarious, he was a monster.

Across my back was letter scratched deep into my skin spelling Donovan. I felt the blood trickle down my back, slow warm crimson liquid sliding down my back. My skin throbbed from the fresh wounds. His human hand now lay on shoulder rubbing the nape of my neck.

"Go take a shower," his voice called up from above me. I could see his shadow looming over me as I stayed crouching. I could hear him lying down on the bed giving me the all clear to stand up. My legs trembled like jelly while I walked towards the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and turned the shower. While I waited for the shower to heat up I looked in the mirror.

Tears filled my eyes, my dream had come true. I was pregnant with his children and I had empty eyes, nothing was left in them. My eyes scanned the face that was in front of me, searching desperately. What was I looking for? The harder and longer I stared the anger brewed inside of me. A loud smash echoed around the room as my fist made contact with the pane of glass. The shower drowned out the noise, he couldn't hear me.

Grabbing one of my silver sachets I made a paste out of half of the packet and rubbed it on a long shard of the mirror that was broken. My finger tips were bloody as I gripped it tightly in my hand but I didn't care. I took a deep breath in bracing myself for what I was about to do.

Hey guys part two should be up tomorrow. I was going to write it as one big chapter but the second part needs some finessing. Hope you all enjoy!

Btw any mistakes please correct me I write chapters late at night when I'm tired and can't function properly...