Sam^
Lily
After a restless sleep I woke up a few hours later, still feeling exhausted. I looked around the room. The sun was now setting and the Asshole was asleep in his chair. I pushed the covers off of me and stood up slowly, trying not to wake him. I opened the door quietly and took a few tentative steps down the hall. There was no burning in my neck so I walked a little further. I found a staircase and traveled down to what looked like the main level. The staircase was large and winding and I ended up in a foyer of some kind with black and white tiles and a large crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I wandered through a dining room and living room until I found a kitchen. My stomach was howling at me now and I could not deny my hunger any longer.
"Hey Luna!" A voice called from behind me. I jumped and spun around nearly falling over until I saw Sam walking from the other side of where I came in from.
"So, you can handle being away from alpha now, huh?" He asked, walking closer to me. The last time I had seen him he turned into a giant wolf and I couldn't get the image out of my head. Instinctually, I started to back away from him. He noticed and stopped coming towards me.
"I'm sorry you had to find out that way. I really am. But I'd never hurt you."
He had a look of deep sadness on his face, like the idea that I thought he was dangerous was painful to him. I nodded at his words and he rounded the island.
"Do you want me to make something for you?" He asked as he opened the fridge.
"I don't recommend a sandwich." Another voice said from behind me. "She doesn't seem to like those." Asshole strode into the kitchen looking from Sam to me.
"Right, so it seems you can handle the distance now so I have things to attend to. Sam will stay here with you if you need anything ask him." He looks at me as if expecting a reply and, when he receives none, turns to leave the room. A moment later I hear the front door close and exhale the breath I have been holding. At least he's gone.
"So.... food?" Sam asks with a boyish grin and I can't help but give him a small smile in return.
"You don't like sandwiches?" He asks.
"A sandwich is fine. I just don't like them when HE gives them to me."
Sam nods in understanding and builds me a sandwich tower and gives me a can of soda to go with it. He makes his own plate and we eat quietly in comfortable silence.
"You must have a lot of questions." He says after awhile. I shrug and glance over at him.
"Not really." I answer.
"Really?" He says surprised.
"I'm sure I will eventually, but I don't even know what to ask right now." Sam nods again and we finish our food.
"Do you want to watch a movie or something?" He asks after we clean up.
"Not really. I just want to go back to bed." I don't know if the exhaustion is from recent events or the fact that I haven't been able to take my anti depressants and I'm sliding into a depressive episode, but I can barely keep my eyes open.
"OK. Let me show you to your room. Since you're ok now with distance from Alpha, he figured you'd want your own room for awhile instead of bunking with him."
"He figured right." I respond.
Sam leads me back up the staircase to a room a few doors down from where I had been staying. He opens the door and reveals a beautiful room with cream walls, a light blue and white intricate comforter with delicate flowers, a wood make up table with flowers carved all along the sides and a matching chair, a large dresser and a bay window with a small, padded seat and pillows that match the bed.
"Wow. It's beautiful." I say honestly.
"Alpha had us get some clothes for you. They're in the closet and dresser. Only the ladies went shopping for you so don't think I'm a weirdo and picked our your underwear or anything." I giggle a little and look in the closet. It's well stocked with everything I could imagine.
"The bathrooms over there." Sam points to a closed door. I open it to see a huge jetted tub, a walk in shower, and two sinks all surrounded by white tiles and marble floors. I see shampoo and conditioner in the shower as well as a toothbrush, toothpaste and a hairbrush.
"Thanks, Sam." I say effectively dismissing him. I need a shower and that's my only priority right now.
"Holler if you need anything!" He says before closing the door behind him.
I take a long, hot shower before changing into my pajamas and snuggling down into the nice cozy bed.
I'm just about to drift off to sleep when I feel a tightness in my stomach. I roll over trying to ignore it as it turns into a stabbing pain. I groan a little and grab my abdomen. Surely it's not period cramps. I just finished that a few days before I was kidnapped. The pain intensifies and begins to spread. Now, rather than sharp stabbing pains it feels like my whole my body is on fire. I scream a sound I have never heard myself make before. I hear footsteps pounding up the stairs as I scream again, writhing on the bed from the all consuming pain. I hear the door open and Sam is standing in the doorway with a wide terrified look on his face.
"Luna? What's wrong?"
"It hurts! Fire!" Is all I can say through clenched teeth as I continue to writhe back and forth. My body is covered in a sheen of sweat and my hands are balled tightly at my sides.
"That fucker." I hear Sam mutter
"What? Sam please! Make it stop!"
"I can't." He looks at me with sympathy and places a hand on my shoulder. His touch burns even more and he pulls his hand away quickly as I scream.
"What's happening to me?!" I ask, terrified.
"It's the alpha. He's having sex with someone else. He's cheating on your bond and you can feel it."
His response nearly makes me vomit. I'm angry that he's causing me pain, but my heart is breaking at the idea of him being with someone else. I have no idea where that emotion comes from and I don't have time to dwell on it. Shortly after, the pain becomes too great and my world fades to black.
I wake, I'm not sure how much later but it's still dark out when I hear the front door slam shut.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I hear Sam shout.
"Not now, Sam." Asshole responds.
"Seriously? I know what you were doing."
"What was I doing?"
"Fucking some whore while your mate was writhing in pain in her bed."
"Actually what I was doing was protecting her. My wolf was agitated, he needed the release."
"Then maybe you could try actually being nice to your mate and SHE will have sex with you!" Sam yells, obviously annoyed.
"Are you kidding? I can't have sex with her! She's a fucking human Sam! I would hurt her!"
"Then turn her!" I gasp at this, hoping it doesn't mean what I think it does.
"Have you seen her, Sam? She's tiny. She'd never survive the change. She'd die during her first shift."
"You don't know that." Sam bites back. "She's your mate for a reason. You need to start trusting that."
"No. This is the worst possible scenario. I didn't want a mate in the first place, but was willing to accept what was best for the pack but having a fucking human mate is the worst thing that could have happened. Look at how she's been the whole time she's been here."
"She was nice to me. Smiled. Laughed even."
"Well congratu-fucking-lations to you." Asshole seethes.
"Well, what are you going to do? You can't keep sleeping with she wolves. It's not fair to Luna."
"I don't know. But I'm sure the pain of me sleeping with someone else is nothing compared to what she'd feel if I pushed off those urges."
"Alpha. It hurt so bad she passed out." Sam said quietly. I heard Asshole sigh.
"It can't be helped." This makes me see red and I spring from the bed and fly down the stairs to confront him.
"You listen here you worthless piece of shit. What I just went through is unacceptable and you will NOT do that again." Both men look at me with wide surprised eyes before Asshole takes a step closer to me.
"Or what?" Asshole asks.
"Or I'll run." He scoffs.
"Try it. You won't get far."
"Why are you like this? If you don't want me, just let me go."
"I can't." He says tiredly. "The pack needs you."
"I don't give a fuck about the pack you twatwaffle."
"My name is Liam!" He shouts at me.
"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR NAME IS YOU'RE STILL A TWATWAFFLE!"
"Wait." Sam interjects. "You've been here for two days and you still didn't know his name?" He asks incredulously.
"He offered to tell me I just thought asshole suited him better." I shrug.
"Well, you're not wrong." Sam mumbles and Liam glares at him.
"Right, well if we're done here I'm going to bed." He walks passed me without so much as sparing me a glance and I realize the depth of my dislike for this man.
"I hate you." I mumble at his retreating form. He stops for a moment, sighs and continues up the stairs. I can't stop the flood of emotion and begin to cry for what feels like the thousandth time. Sam wraps me up in his strong arms and allows me to soak his t shirt with my tears.
"I'm sorry this is happening to you." He whispers. "I'm so sorry."