Darkness.

Oh how I hate the dark, but it seems to cling to me, how unfortunate. I glance around this seemingly endless night when I see a dot of white.

Getting an odd sense of deja vu.. this is just like when I was on the verge of death, was that good poisoned?!

Light.

I rush towards it hopefully it's the light from the hospital room maybe I've been saved again? When suddenly I'm bound by my arms and legs in a chains in the basement, oh no... memories upon memories come crashing down on me, the beatings replay in my head like a scene in a movie that won't end.

All the slaps and punches, broken bones and blood, so much blood.

I'm surrounded in complete darkness but I know he's there watching, waiting. I try to keep my tears at bay, knowing they only excite him more, monsters love tears.

I can feel his eyes on me, like a predator circling his pray right before he goes in for the kill.

"Worthless"

"Pathetic"

"Human"

Every word dripping with venom, with the hate of a thousand burning suns. The tears I've been holding back finally spilling over, growls and roars fill the silence mixing in with my sobs. Creating the perfect canopy for my worst nightmare.

Golden eyes stare into my soul the growls getting louder, more intense, completely drowning out my sobs, that have now become screams and pleas.

Then all at once they pounce...

I'm shaken awake, two sets of piercing blue eyes staring at me worriedly. My throat feels raw as if I've been screaming for an eternity, tears still steadily stream down my face. Lucian tries to wipe my tears away but it doesn't help, I feel a pair of strong arms holding me, while another runs up and down my back.

I'm being held bridal style in someone's arms, it's so soothing, and it's been so long since I've been held. I don't reject their touch, the tingles and sparks make me realize that it's the Alphas that are all around me.

Even though I'm away from my old pack they just can't seem to leave me alone. Even going as far as to haunt my dreams and ruin my sleep.

I rarely ever slept in the pack house, the only time I did was if I blacked out from blood loss or from the pain, which was so frequent it became almost routine.

Sparks erupt from the contact, it's relaxing and comforting. Wanting to know where the source was coming from, though I'm sure I already knew, I looked up and see a worried Xavier looking back down at me.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Damien holding a glass of water, staring at me. A frown adorned his face, why do they look so upset? Because they care about you, my conscience answered.

Not possible.

"Doll are you alright?", Xavier asked.

"I'm fine", I croaked out. To which Damien handed the glass of water to me, which I greedy drank down. But my answer only seemed to set something off in Lucian because within seconds he was springing off the bed and started pacing while on the verge of shouting and screaming.

"The hell you are! You wouldn't stop screaming and crying for almost 15 minutes!". Lucian all but yelled and I flinched at his voice which made him instantly soften.

"Lucian", Damien warned.

Lucian and Damien stared at each other possibly trying to make the other back down, I wasn't sure. Due to the yelling my shaking was brought on, almost tenfold what it usually was.

But at this point I never stopped shaking thanks to these damn werewolves.

Lucian looked at me with a regret filled face, but that couldn't be possible, werewolves can't feel anything they are emotionless murders, they can not be that different from the others.

"What was that? Nightmare?", Xavier whispered to me, I shook my head no.

"Then what?". They questioned in unison, their heads all piqued up readily awaiting my answer. So I gave them the truth knowing that a werewolf could smell a lie a mile away, and Lucian was already on the verge of going off.

"Me-memories", I responded lowering my gaze to my lap. No longer having the energy or strength to deal with them.

We sat in silence for a little while, they appeared to be having a staring contest but I knew they were really just mind linking no doubt talking about me. Xavier continued to rub my back and hold me.

Even being in a room with three very male alphas I eventually drifted off to sleep once again. Feeling safe for the first time in a long time, in some bizarre and strange way.

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I woke up a few hours later, cold and alone. I felt better now that I didn't have three werewolves near me, mentally at least, but there was a dull ache that started in my heart for some reason. Maybe I was slowly dying, just my luck.

Huh maybe they already got tired of me?

I glanced around the room again, and damn was it big, it was fit for a king or in this case several. This place was pristine, not a spot of dirt could be found anywhere, and it looked as if no one had stepped foot in the room in years, that's how clean it looked. My stomach grumbling brought me out of the trance I seemed to get caught up in, would they even feed me?

I untangle myself from the dark blankets on the bed, and throw my legs over the side of the bed preparing to get up. Slowly but surely I manage to stand on my own two feet, slightly shaking but I'll take the win for now.

I take a few painful steps, when little black dots start to cloud my vision, but I hastily blink them away determined to do this on my own, if I don't I may never escape from here.

I make my way to the door I saw we entered last night, as I exited the room I could hear faint voices that sounded like they were coming from down the hall.

My feet apparently having a mind of their own mindlessly wandered towards the voices down the hall. As I got closer to the voices I could tell they were men, when I got close enough to hear what the were saying I recognized the voices as Damien, Xavier and Lucian.

"We need to get closer to her, gain her trust it'll help with the transition", Xavier had said.

I could hear a grunt of approval from possibly Lucian.

"Well I'm probably not her favorite person especially after last night", Lucian grumbled back.

"No, we need to give her, her own space and let her adjust on her own, didn't you see how badly she was shaking when we were near her?", Damion asked incredulously.

They both scoffed in reply, before it went dead silent. Did they walk away?

I moved around the corner so I could see where they went, I wanted to know more because obviously they were talking about me. As I rounded the corner I was met with a smug expression from Damion, which basically said 'I told you so', while Lucian and Xavier appeared happy yet confused. At least they didn't look mad.

"So we take it this means you want food?" Damion said amusement playing in his voice.

I nodded my reply, I haven't been fed this many times in a long time, but I didn't want to risk offending them. Better be safe than sorry.

Damimen picked me up bridal style, which was probably a blessing in disguise because I was already swaying on my feet, before walking in the direction I was already heading, Lucian and Xavier staying in step behind the two of us.

As we walked down the hallway and stairs I got a much better view of the house, and how I wrong to say they were rich, they weren't just rich they were Richy rich rich.

They actually didn't seem to bad.

Maybe they aren't so bad?

For werewolves at least.