Chapter four.

Elliot couldn't comprehend what was going on with him, physically and mentally. He felt as though someone else had taken over his body and he had been pushed back to the darkest crevices of his mind. He felt suffocated, yet he also somehow felt unexplainably astounding. A part of his was feeling relieved because of the freedom it felt while the other part of him felt smothered.

A metallic taste pervaded his mouth, but he relished the feeling of revenge, of letting go. Suddenly, he didn't feel unpleasant at all, he was ecstatic. Elated -that's what he perceived.

He looked up to witness his father's mouth agape, eyes wide in horror and appreciation; two entirely contradicting emotions. When he opened his mouth to speak, a growl left his lips and that was when he understood that he had achieved what Xavier had been trying to get out of him the previous day.

Triggered by the danger his mother was in, he had shifted.

Distracted by his little discovery, he missed the malicious look that Malcolm cast his way. It happened so fast, neither Elliot nor Xavier had the time to react. In a second, Malcolm was out of Elliot's grasp, reaching out for the front door after clawing at Elliot's front foot with his dead black nails, initiating a howl from the wolf.

Xavier was by his son’s side when Malcolm leaned against the front door and chuckled darkly, his wound, to Elliot’s surprise, almost healed. "Until next time, old friend," Malcolm winked.

Xavier's wolf was this close to shifting when he heard Elliot whimper. It was a heartbreaking sound and he knew that dwelling onto rage was not the best option at the moment. He had, earlier that day, contacted his old pack, and Elder Zachariah who had helped him hide their scents for as long as he could. Xavier had, later, had an inkling that something ominous was going to transpire when Elliot had told him about Lea being Malcolm's victim. Unfortunately, he had not been wrong, but the good thing was that his friends would be there with him at any moment.

As if on cue, Elder Zachariah walked inside, through the front door. Elliot's howls were increasing and it didn't take long for Zachariah to assess the situation, given the claw marks on Elliot's leg and the wretched leech's scent lingering behind, it was easy to connect the dots.

The Elder crouched down on his left knee and touched Elliot's leg. Elliot hadn't shifted back after being attacked, which was both a good and a bad thing.

Good, because a wolf heals faster when in its lycan form and bad because Zachariah could sense Elliot's wolf going feral. His wolf had taken complete control over Elliot's mind, so much that he could feel Elliot's distress in a single touch.

"Something has to be done soon, or once the wound is healed, it would be difficult to control the wolf. Elliot might not even resurface," Zachariah commanded Xavier through the mind link. Xavier stared at Zachariah and nodded.

"Whatever it takes," he answered back in hurry.

Greta could hear the commotion outside but was too exhausted to act upon her wolf's wish; to go out and help her family. She was getting weaker by the minute, and suddenly she heard an unfamiliar howl but the tug to her heart and the pain she felt told her that it was Elliot. Her son had shifted but the danger hadn’t passed. She wanted to reach out to him, to comfort him but couldn't so much as wiggle her toes.

It was not long after she drifted to the nothingness that she could see a bright light in front of her.

"No, this can't be. I-I can't be dead. I can't leave Elliot and Xavier alone. No." She tried to shout but it came out a whisper.

Greta, a calming voice spoke to her. It was akin to something she had never come across, otherworldly, it seemed.

She couldn't see anything but the bright light, which seemed to grow brighter by the minute. She covered her eyes with her hand and sniffed. Fresh orchids and honey – that was what she could smell. It was a captivating scent and she found herself floating towards it.

Come, my child, the voice called out to her again. She could feel tears rolling down her face but surprisingly, she didn't feel any pain. Soon enough, she was engulfed by the same light and was then left surrounded by nothing but white walls. It was then that she saw a wolf, silver in colour. It had silver eyes, the same shade as that of its fur which made it look ethereal, with blue swirls and there was a grey mark around his left eye, a crescent moon with a tiny full moon in the middle, above the crescent and a star above that.

She heard herself gasp, and the wolf smiled at her, emanating a fatherly aura.

"Am I..." She trailed off, enthralled by the wolf's beauty and the sheer power his gaze held.

No, you're not dead, simply unconscious. The wolf spoke, still smiling at her. Greta nodded as he continued, Your son's wolf had been locked inside for longer than usual and now he has turned feral. No one can help him with the situation apart from his other half, his mate. For he has yet to meet his mate, to help him shift you will have to not only use Xavier's alpha power but Elder Zachariah's healing and your motherly love.

She nodded meekly and felt her eyes drooping shut due to fatigue. Greta tried her best to keep them open but couldn't, and the last thing she saw before succumbing to the inevitable sleep was the wolf's smile.

When she opened her eyes, she could feel the tension in the air and magically, she felt not the least bit tired. Abruptly, she got out of the bed and ran towards her son's howling wolf form. She knew what had to be done and she wasn't going to stall it any longer.

Her heart melted when she saw her son lying on his belly, with one paw over his eyes and the other in Elder Zachariah's hand.

"Quick," she ordered as Xavier looked at her, angry that she was not resting, "I know how we can help him shift back. We need your alpha voice and Elder Zachariah's healing along with motherly affection emitting from my wolf. Only Zachariah's healing ability wouldn't help." She threw a glance at Elliot who was whimpering again.

"We don't have time; the venom would spread throughout his body if we don't do something right this moment." She yelled at both the men who were looking at her as if she'd grown another head. When they didn't make a move, she growled and both the men scurried to their feet, giving her a place to sit down next to her son.

"It's okay, baby. We're here with you. Nothing's going to happen to you, okay?" She cooed in Elliot's ear and ran a hand through his fur. Elliot's wolf let out a low growl and bared his fangs at Greta.

"Get back," Zachariah attempted to pull Greta away from Elliot, “or he'll harm you."

"He's my son, he won't hurt me,” Greta yelled, "why don't you understand? Only the three of us together can help him turn back. Just trust me this once, Xavier." She turned to her husband who was in a dilemma.

"I don't want him to harm you, he's not under control." Xavier sighed.

"But he's our son," Greta ground out, "have a little faith in him." That made Xavier pause. How could he be this way when his son, the most important thing in this world, needed him? He agreed with his wife then.

"Here goes nothing," Elder Zachariah spoke with little remorse in his voice.

The three of them sat around the silver wolf; Xavier to his left, Zachariah to his right and Greta sat right in front of him. She realized with a start that Elliot bore the same mark she had seen on the heavenly wolf. She even noticed that their furs were of similar colour, while Elliot's fur was a little on the greyish side, the heavenly wolf's fur was entirely silver.

"Now," Zachariah commanded and the three of them pressed each of their hands on the wolf who was now looking at his mother with confusion clouding his gaze.

Elliot could feel the warmth coming to him from his mother, her eyes almost pleading. He could also feel Zachariah healing him and his father’s voice speaking to him, probably through that mind link he had told Elliot about. As he had heard his mother say the three of them were going at it together, all determined to help him turn back. Suddenly he felt white-hot pain shooting through his shoulder, making his wolf whine and struggle in pain but it didn't deter the people surrounding him.

Another minute passed and he could feel as if every part of his body was being run over by trucks, he felt his body protesting through all the torment. He couldn't breathe, he tried to but when he would inhale, he felt as though millions of nails were being pierced through his ribs. His lungs were burning with the lack of oxygen. Tears were brimming at the corner of his eyes but throughout his painful turning, he didn't once look away from his mother's comforting gaze.

And then it happened, slowly but painfully he could hear something snapping and ripping, followed by an indescribable amount of agony. When he turned back to his human form, he couldn't stand on his feet. His knees felt weak, his legs wobbling and his form trembling with the torture he had just endured. Face first, he collapsed onto the couch.

While Elliot was drowning into darkness, Celeste was coming back to her senses, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. She remembered how she had agreed to Dante's proposal when a werewolf named Luca had been sent to the cage to ask her of her decision. Dante was happy with the choice she had made and had immediately sent for a lady named Victoria to get her out of the horrendous cells only to put her captive in a luxurious room. Either way, she felt like a prisoner.

The grandeur of the room didn't enchant her. All she wanted to do was be by her parent's side, free them of the hold this pathetic alpha had on them.

An hour of sitting on the bed's edge later, she had decided to wash but as soon as she entered the en-suite bathroom that was half the size of the room she was in, she felt like punching the walls. She couldn't because she was still handcuffed with silver metal which burnt her skin with every move.

Not feeling like taking a bath when her parents were down there, rotting in the cells, she went back to the room. She sat down on the floor, her gaze fixated on the flat screen in front of her. Tears streamed down her face on thinking about her parents, her friends, her pack. Every luxurious item present in the room reminded her of the misery that her pack was going through. How could she enjoy it, sleep on the soft bed? She couldn't, so she had cried herself to sleep, lying on the carpeted floor in her dirty clothes.

Now she was staring at a fuming Dante and an equally furious Scott.

***trigger warning: abuse***

"The fuck do you think you are?" Dante growled at her, "Hadn’t I ordered you to wash yourself up? And what the fuck are you even doing on the floor?" He walked closer to her but kept his distance because she still had silver on her. He fisted a handful of her hair and tugged ruthlessly. It made Celeste cry out in pain. She was not weak, she felt pathetic, giving in to this monster. But for her family, she had to do it. She couldn't give up as her father had not raised a quitter. That thought made a rush of bravery run through her. She faced Dante head-on, never once lowering her gaze, snarling at him.

"Defying the alpha isn't going to help your situation, sweetheart." Scott murmured as he caressed Celeste's cheek.

"Summon Victoria, now." Dante got on his feet and walked out of the room, "clean her up." He ordered and Scott followed him like a lost puppy.

Victoria was an old lady, possibly in her late fifties. She had grey eyes and pale blond hair. Her face was wrinkled and she had bags under her eyes. She looked at Celeste in pity, and then her face went blank.

"Get up, young lady. No one's got time for your issues; I have better things to do than dressing up some spoilt brat like you. Get up now; don't force me to maltreat you." She yapped. Cringing at her high pitched voice, Celeste got up and half-heartedly walked to the en-suite bathroom.

"Move your ass faster, lady." She shrieked again, making Celeste walk faster.

She didn't want to admit it, but the bath that she’d had was almost soothing. Almost. Because as soon as she tried to relax, she'd close her eyes and the faces of her family would hover in front of her eyes.

Making it quick, she cleaned herself up. She knew what was to come after all this dressing up. Her duties were to begin, her obligation to act as Dante's sex slave. After fifteen minutes of getting ready, she was handed a dress made of flimsy red material and lacy undergarments. Before leaving, Victoria unlocked Celeste's handcuffs and placed them on the coffee table on the other side of the room.

WARNING: ADULT AND EXPLICIT CONTENT STARTS HERE.

(It's a little too graphic, so please skip ahead if it is triggering.)

After she had dressed, she sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her doom. Scott and Dante walked inside the room, followed by two more werewolves. One of them was blonde with blue eyes and the other one had dark brown hair and green eyes. Celeste's heartbeat sped up by a million miles when the blonde werewolf slammed the door shut and the other three began unclothing themselves. No, no, no, no. She chanted, trying her best to contact anyone from her pack, but the contact was disfigured. Dante held her by her hand, yanking her up to come face to face with him.

He forcefully pressed his lips against her, grabbing her butt with one hand and her breast with another. Celeste didn't close her eyes; she couldn't when her fear was tearing through the roof.

The other three wolves sat back and watched as Dante had her way with her. All three of them were stark naked, and had a firm grasp on their manhood, sliding their hands up and down.

What came next was terrifying for her. She was pushed back on the bed with Dante hovering over her. He ripped her dress and ground his hips against hers. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying. Her vision was getting blurry, tears were forming in her eyes when Scott got up from the sofa and kneeled on the bed, pressing his erection against her hand.

"Hold it, bitch." He growled as Dante groaned, getting hornier by the second. Celeste couldn't bring herself to. She was too terrified. Scott slapped her across her face which made her whimper. "Now or you'll regret it." Celeste knew all too well what Scott was implying, he was threatening her by bringing up what they’ll do to her pack.

With no choice, she curled her hand around Scott's erection which made him moan in pleasure. "Yeah, just like that." He whispered and brought his hand forward to grab her breast. Both Dante and Scott pressed and squeezed her breasts as she struggled to breathe.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the dark-brown-haired guy walk towards her. Her mouth dried up as if she was trying swallowed a hundred cotton balls all at once. The guy shifted on the bed and placed his erection right over her mouth. Her eyes widened when she realized what he wanted her to do.

"Come on, slave. Take Aaron in your mouth." Dante growled, slowly peeling off her bra. She couldn't take it anymore. She let out an ear-piercing scream, hoping that someone would come to save her but all she got was a blow to her stomach.

"Take. Aaron. In. Your. Mouth," Dante accentuated every word and Scott held her jaw, opening it for Aaron. She could feel her tears falling down her face. She felt claustrophobic and utterly helpless as Aaron entered her mouth while Dante and Scott simultaneously leaned forward to take each of her breasts in their mouth. Then she felt a probing on her other hand as well and she looked to her side and saw the blonde guy grinning at her. She didn't want to but she held the blonde’s erection, moving her hand up and down, slowly.

In a minute, her panties were removed and all of them were moving faster. She didn't feel anything, she was numb. All she could do was let her tears fall as Dante lifted her and Scott settled beneath her. While Aaron and the blonde guy violated her mouth, Dante and Scott entered her lower region, from back and front.

She wanted to puke, it was too much for her to handle. She felt herself passing out when Dante and Scott began thrusting faster than it was humanly possible. Aaron and the blonde guy had also quickened their speed.

Groans of pleasure filled the room but she kept crying silently. She could feel the blackness surrounding her but the thrusts and the pain kept her conscious.

"Yeah, bitch. Take me in completely." The blonde guy moaned, pressing his erection even more inside her mouth. The numbness spread through her body, everywhere there was a pin prickling feeling and her heart was hammering against her chest. She felt infringed, completely broken.

"Oh yes," Dante growled while Aaron and the blonde guy began kissing each other furiously and Scott's thrusts became faster as he began nipping her shoulder. The blonde one came first, followed by Scott and then Dante and Aaron climaxed together. It was horrendous, the most horrid experience of her life. She knew she was bleeding from somewhere when the metallic scent drifted through the air and all the guys retracted their penises.

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Violated, wholly and utterly so, that’s what she felt.

"I'll send in Victoria to clean this shit up. Don’t be late tomorrow or else," Dante ordered and presaged breathlessly. All of them got dressed and left her lying alone in complete silence.

She couldn't move because it pained her to so much as lift a finger, so she cried silent tears but didn't sleep a wink for the entire night as she was afraid, petrified of every little shuffle she heard outside her room. Even the smallest sounds of crickets chirping haunted her.

"Please save me," she whispered to the moon as she felt herself slowly drifting away.