Chapter 5 My pain

[Trigger Warning; The following chapter has mention of S.A, therefore might be sensitive to some readers.] Sadie I ran with the little strength I had. I wouldn’t call what I was doing running, but in my head, it was. He was right. I needed to get away if I didn’t want Alec’s warrior to catch me. Things would end up worse than before. Everything in me was broken. My heart, my soul, and my bones. They shattered me beyond compare. The hurt they inflicted not only destroyed my body but also my faith in them. The Blood Moon Pack has been the only family I’ve known for ten years since my parents died. Ten f*****g years, yet they turned on me the first chance they got. They didn’t question why I would do that to Alec. They didn’t question if maybe there was another explanation. Some other plots. They simply labeled me as a homewrecker and proceeded to show me just how little I mattered. Their betrayal doesn’t hurt as much as that of Alec and Piper, though. They’ve both known me since I was a child. Pipe was my f*****g best friend. My parents were the royal head servants of the Alpha family. We have been close since we were in diapers. Sure, Alec never really liked me because of my crush on him and also because, according to him, I was too loud, too energetic, and I lacked elegance. I wasn’t his type. Before he found Lola, he bedded women who put a little more into their looks. Women who were stoic, put together, classy, and model thin with legs on end. I was the complete opposite of that. I loved comfort, so I wore baggy clothes. My long hair was always in a bun, and I wore no makeup. Plus, I was petite, with curves in all the right places (according to Piper and my other friends). The point is, we’ve known each other for so long. Shouldn’t they have known my character by now? Shouldn’t it have been obvious that I would never have done anything to hurt or cost someone their mate? Especially Alec? They managed to kill the love I had for them. The respect I had given them was flushed down the drain. With each torture. Each pain they inflicted. My heart grew to hate them. To despise them. I’m not really a bad person, and I would never wish anyone harm, but I hope Alec and his pack rot in hell. Everyone except Him. He’s the only one who believed me. The only one who questioned things and helped me escape. I hope that Alec never finds out the role he played in my escape. Hearing shouts in the distance, I shove my thoughts aside and push myself harder. I couldn’t allow myself to be caught. I run, walk, and stumble, but I keep going. I keep doing it until I can’t do it anymore. Until my body locks and my bones refuse to move. I don’t know how far I ran, but I do hope that it’s far enough. The only advantage I have is the wolfbane and silver in my system; they pumped my body so full of them that it'll mask my scent, making it harder for them to find me. Spotting a small cave, I crawl into it. I am so tired and worn out. All I want to do was sleep, but I know it'll be difficult. Every time I close my eyes, his image flashes in my mind. I keep seeing him torturing me. Hurting me. Killing me slowly. His eyes are the worst part of the memories that are imprinted on my mind. They’re cold, dead, and have a sinister glint in them. It sends shivers down my spine every time. The other packs were afraid of Alec. They called him a monster. I never knew just how true that was. Not until he became one towards me. My eyes fill with tears, and I let them fall this time. It’s like the dam that was holding them back finally broke. It's gut-wrenching, and it felt like the pain was pulled from the deepest parts of my soul. It ripped me into pieces, and I had no one to hold or comfort me. No one to tell me that it was all going to be okay. Why did all this happen to me? Isn’t the moon goddess fair? Why then did she allow me to suffer for something that wasn’t even my fault? The questions keep flooding my head. I feel like I’ve been scraped raw. Like there was nothing left in me. Nothing to anchor me to this world anymore. If I never wake up, then I wouldn’t mind. It’s better than being a banished wolf. No pack would want me, and if I were to get caught near any pack border, then I would be killed on sight. I had no chance of surviving whatsoever. That’s unless I become rogue, which is way worse. I cry until I drain all the tears I have. Then I close my eyes. I didn’t have the energy to keep them open anymore. I just needed to rest for a while, so I could get some strength to keep moving. ******** My sleep isn’t peaceful. I keep slipping in and out of consciousness. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew it was not only because of the poison swimming in my blood, but also because I probably had a fever from an infection. My brain is foggy as I try to go back to sleep. I just wanted the pain to stop. When I’m unconscious, I don’t feel the pain. I’m completely numb. When I’m out, I don’t feel any aches in the different parts of my body. I’m pulled into full consciousness when someone grabs my ankle and unceremoniously drags me from the den. It hurts like a b***h when sharp stones scratch and dig into my wounds. I try screaming, but no sounds come out. I thought they had found me, but I was wrong. Looking at the disheveled and animalistic eyes that surrounded me, I didn’t know whether to be grateful it wasn’t the Blood Moon Pack or to curse the moon goddess for crossing my paths with Rogues. Rogues were known to be unhinged. They lost all traces of being human and were more beasts than human. That's why they were so dangerous. “Look what we have here?” The man who I think is the leader sneers as he takes in my state. “I think we’ve got ourselves a plaything." I try scrambling, but it's of no use. The man had a tight grip on my leg. “She isn’t much to look at, but how about we have some fun with her?” Another smiles wickedly. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a woman under me.” My heart starts beating erratically. It was pretty obvious what he was insinuating. Again, I ask, Why me? As if it wasn’t enough that I was beaten and tortured, now I was going to be gang r***d by a bunch of rogues? “I want to go first,” another says, staring at me while licking his lips. They start fighting among themselves as if I were a piece of meat to fight over. I renew my struggle and begin to slowly crawl away. It was taking everything in me to move my tired and aching body. I hadn’t even gotten far when someone grabbed me and turned me to face him before climbing on top of me. “Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” he smiles, his rotten teeth and bad breath make me want to puke. “Since I’m the leader, I get first dibs.” He says it as if it were something to be proud of. It f*****g wasn't. I try to hit him when his hands begin inching towards my thigh, but he pins my hands to the top of my head. Making me scream in agony from the pain that shoots down my back. My scream doesn’t faze him at all as he continues. “Please let me go,” I cry as I feel his hand on my inner side inching towards the juncture of my hips. “Don’t worry…I’ll make you feel good.” I shake my head as more tears fall. I could feel his excitement against my stomach, and it made me sick. I continue struggling, using the little strength I have to try and push him away. “Will you stop it?” he growls, then slaps me hard across the face. “I said I was going to make you feel good, so be a good little girl and f*****g stay still.” For a moment, my vision goes black. When I regain my vision, he had let my hand go and was now kissing my neck while fondling my breast. I felt my skin crawl. I stare at the sky in defeat, cursing the moon goddess. There was no one to save me. No one is coming to help me. Might as well just give in; maybe then they’ll get it over with faster. I’d resigned myself to this cruel fate when he tore the dress I was wearing in half, exposing my nakedness. “This isn’t bad, is it?” he asks with a smirk as his finger runs down between my breasts, making me shiver in disgust. Instead of answering, I spit at him. He snarls and raises his hand to slap me, but freezes. “Let her go," a strong female voice says. The rogue gets up from me and faces the girl. She looked to be around my age. “Lookie here, we have another one," They all begin to surround her. “I like her; she looks better than the living corpse over there," he says, scoffing in my direction. The girl just smirked and said, “Over my dead body, will I let you touch me or her.” She immediately starts chanting. Nothing happens at first, but then the men start screaming right before they collapse to the ground. She rushes to me, then gently helps me up while supporting my weight. “Come on, my powers aren't strong yet, so my spell won’t hold for long,” she says hurriedly. “We need to get you out of here and get you and your baby to a healer immediately.” What the hell was she talking about? “What baby?” I stammer weakly and completely confused. “The baby you're carrying”