Trigger Warning: Trauma, non con, SA
Genevieve curled up on the floor of the shower hugging her knees to her chest as the hot water streamed down onto broken and bruised skin.
She stared blankly at the crimson water that pooled around her as it trickled slowly down the drain and silently thanked the Goddess that they had decided not to suffocate her as they had originally planned.
She giggled darkly to herself.
What a way to die, double stuffed and suffocated to death…
Admittedly there were times during the long ordeal that she had wished she would die. The things they did to her…
She shuddered at the thought and wiped the matted hair away from her face as a scowl settled on her face.
It was all that fucking half breeds fault...everything that had happened in the past few weeks was all her fault.
If she hadn't cut that fucking parasite out of that bitches body and saved it's life, then she would have been able to coax Brad around eventually. But as soon as he learned that he had a fucking son he cut ties with her and the months of hard work that she had put into getting him to see her as a friend and confidante suddenly became worthless.
It would have only taken a few more months of being close to him before she could have slipped into his bed and taken control of the situation…
And now, not content with ruining her plans, the fucking halfbreed had managed to get her punished! If she had just turned up a little later, she was sure that she would have been able to talk Greyson round…
After all, he was a full blooded Lycan, the same bloodline as his brothers…why wouldn't he have the same desires…the same unique tastes that his brother's loved to indulge in.
Genevieve tipped her head back to rest on the cold tile wall, wincing and readjusting the position so the wound on her head was free from contact with the surface.
Long ago she had learned that the only way to get what you wanted was to use your feminine wiles and make sure you were at the top of the food chain. She had watched her mother fight her way up from an exiled rogue at the lowest rank, to be finally accepted into a pack and earn a legitimate place here, and Genevieve wanted nothing more than to honor her mother's memory by rising to a position of power.
They came from nothing and she intended to make sure that her own children held even more power and self assurance than she had so that they would never face the disdain that she was treated with by her own people.
The fact that a fucking half breed demon with magick in her veins rose to become the Alpha Queen's Beta infuriated her. If she hadn't befriended Ann as a child she would never have gotten this opportunity. By right's the Queen's Beta should be a wolf, not some…outcast freak.
This fucking bitch had rendered the sacrifies that she had already made null and void, and for that she would have to pay.
With her mind made up, a small smile played at the corner of her mouth as the madness shone in her eyes.
"Are you done in there yet?" Sebastians impatient voice pulled her from her thoughts as she hurriedly stood and began quickly washing herself.
"Almost, sir. I'm sorry, there was a lot to get out of my hair.." She answered, her voice shaking as she said the first thing that came to her mind.
"Do you really think we give a fuck what you look like?" He sneered as he burst through the door to glower at her angrily.
"No sir! I just meant that I didn't think you would want people to see me looking unkempt." She winced, shrinking against the wall away from him.
"She's right, you know." Logan drawled as he leaned against the doorway, "I'd rather avoid fucking up father's plans for an alliance with the Alpha here."
Sebastian huffed as he turned and stormed out of the bathroom, leaving Logan eying her like a lion with its prey in its sights.
"Don't stop on my account," He smirked, clearly having no intention of giving her any privacy.
Genevieve swallowed nervously as she turned her back to him and winced as his Logan's voice cut across the room.
"Not like that precious…turn around and face me. Unless you need another lesson in obedience...?" he trailed off suggestively as Genevieve suppressed the shudder that threatened to erupt.
She turned to face him, keeping her eyes lowered as she continued to clean herself, freezing again when he tutted loudly.
"Not like that, slower…" He instructed and when dared to raise her eyes just a fraction, she saw him with his cock in hand as he tugged at it lazily.
"Careful…look me in the eyes again without my hand around your neck or my cock inside you and I'll make you relive today all over again," He purred darkly.
She quickly lowered her eyes as she did as he instructed, but no matter how much she cleaned her body, she couldn't get rid of the sensation that her filthy skin crawled with a sickening array of insects.
"Much better," he hummed as he closed the distance between them, his eyes filled with that deranged fire that seemed to have fuelled him through her punishment, "Now open your mouth you little whore and let me fuck your throat."
She wanted to cry, wanted to scream and rage and fight her way out of this, but how could she prevail against two Lycans of royal blood? She toyed with the idea of biting his cock off while he was inside of her, but even then Sebastian would make sure she paid with her life.
Logan had been the only thing that stopped him from finishing the job earlier.
She knelt on the hard tiled floor in front of him and opened her mouth obediently as he gripped the back of her head roughly and began slamming inside of her without a care in the world.
A fury took hold of her soul as he defiled her for what seemed like the millionth time and she closed her eyes against the shame of it, willing herself not to feel.
"Open. You're. Fucking. Eyes." He hissed, punctuating each harsh word with a violent thrust that made her gag and forced him deeper down her throat...
As silent tears streamed down her face, she was grateful for the shower that still ran, obscuring them and stealing the satisfaction from him that she knew he would revel in if he witnessed her breaking again.
"I will fucking destroy you, Genevieve, and I will savor every minute of it for your betrayal." He snarled as she willed her chest not to implode from the lack of air.
It only took a few moments more for him to release himself down her throat before he tossed her to the side, laughing at her openly.
That was the moment that finally shattered her and definitively forced her decision on the path she would take.
She would make sure that the demon whore paid for what she had caused, even if it meant seeking other enemies to finally be rid of her.
Even if it meant her death.