Her Broken Mate 29

FLASHBACK:

"Mom, Dad. Look at this!" shouted Seth, waiting for their attention to be on him.

They turned their heads to him and smiled from ear to ear.

"What's it, Seth?" said Stella, his mother, lovingly. Her cheerfulness was painfully contagious.

He braced himself, leapt into the air, and did a triple backflip. His father, Jupiter, smiled fiercely as he watched him perform his feat, while his mother stood open-mouthed, almost covering her mouth with her hand. "That's my boy! You see, my darling. He inherited the good genes from me." His father teased his mother.

That ended with Mom slapping Jupiter on the back of the head.

"Bullshit. You were just a sperm donor," she retorted.

Dad pouted and Seth was about to gag when they started teasing and poking each other. Yikes, talk about married couples or mates.

He left his parents alone and moved a little away from them to practice more of his stunts when he noticed something, or rather someone, coming from the thicket of the forest.

A shiver ran down his spine as he made eye contact.

Trembling, he remembered that he was an alpha scion and had nothing to fear. "Show yourself, it's a pack cub!"

When nothing came out, he threatened,
"I'll call for the guards! You've three seconds, whoever you're!"

Again, the figure dared not take a step forward. He began counting down loudly as he walked backwards, never losing eye contact. His heart raced loudly with each step because he was afraid.

Normally they'd give up now, but they didn't.

As the figure crossed his lips and he was about to call for his parents, he heard them yelling for him.

"SETH! WHERE ARE YOU?" his mother yelled frantically.

Not a second later, his father spoke up: "GET TO THE PACK HOUSE, NOW. OUR GUARDS HAVE MET WITH RENEGADES. WE'RE BEING UNDER ATTACK!

Before he could retort anything, he was roughly grabbed by a soft hand and gagged with a sweet smell. His vision darkened as he heard an explosion in the direction of the packing house. Flames and smoke were in the air as darkness caught up with him.
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A splash of water rained down on Seth as he'd a coughing fit. Blinking several times, a foul smell hit him square in the face as he woke up.

It smelled like the depths of hell, only worse when combined with a dead skunk.
He choked on the smell and tried to hold his nose as he cried out in pain.

Turning his head, he realized he was bound with silver chains. He shifted gears and tried to make a mind connection with his parents, but to no avail. Panicked, he searched for an escape route when a clearing of the throat caught his attention.

Lifting his head, he saw pure red eyes.

Eyes that looked like those of a vampire.

Shivering in his boots from the cold and the menacing look of the figure before him, he stammered, "Who're you?"

The figure pulled off its hood, revealing sharp teeth that glistened in the moonlight. Her long hair peeked out from hiding as a youthful face came closer to him.

Seth was on the verge of fainting from fear. Yet she was only a beautiful woman.

Fear seeped through his pores as he asked again, "Who're you?"

She smiled and whispered in a sickly but sweet voice, "Hello, Seth."

And then her face changed from an angel to a demon from hell.

He screamed at the top of his lungs before she took one of her hands and covered his mouth. Smirking, she hissed, "Shut up, kid. Or I'll kill you."

He nodded vigorously, and tears emerged from the corners of his eyes. When he calmed down, she walked around him and watched him. He was basically tied to a silver pole with chains dipped in whatever could harm werewolves, holding him captive and preventing him from even thinking about escaping.

A few minutes passed, then thirty, while she stared at him with her cruel face.

He thought - Where are my parents? Is the pack all right?

He'd many questions, but all were unanswered.

Finally, the female vampire hissed, "What's your name, child?"

He visibly shivered when he heard her voice.

She was as cold as ice.

"M-my name is Seth Inker. I'm the son of Stella and Jupiter Inker."

Then she giggled.

"Yes, I know those two. They're the reason you're here, don't you know? It's their fault," she informed him, leaning closer to his face.

He tried to lean back, but the stupid pole was in the way. Her eyes were intimidating, almost as if they were trying to capture his soul.

His lips trembled, still trying to be brave. "What happened between my parents and you should have nothing to do with me. If this is an act of revenge where you're trying to punish me for what they did to you, then that's wrong."

She seemed surprised by his comment, then smiled haughtily. "My goodness ... you inherited Jupiter's biting words, didn't you, Seth? I should have known something would happen one day. That I'd be cast aside and left to rot for that bitch Stella!"

The mad woman kept talking incessantly, some parts of which he didn't even understand. Regardless of the fact that he knew there was a screw loose in her big head, he remained calm and tried to find an escape route. Every place had one, right?

She must've noticed his eyes looking around wildly, because the next moment her face was right in front of his. It was one of the creepiest fuckers he'd ever seen in his life.

Her eyes were pitch black, and she seemed to be positively thirsting for blood.

Another shiver ran down his spine as she giggled, "Well, I gave you too many liberties. Guys! Give me my tools."

He frowned, "Devices?

Two full-grown werewolf males emerged from the darkness. They stank, but they smelled like a rogue. Seth wanted to growl at them to get them to get away from him, but he was unable to do so.

She giggled some more, the air getting so thick it became an eerie feeling.

"Are you ready for your punishment?" she whispered in his ear in a flash.

His eyes widened when he saw that she was holding a whip, along with a tray of daggers and other types of weapons used for torture.

He shook his head wildly, "Stop!"

She grinned, showing off her fangs. "Too late."

Not a second after those two words left her mouth, a loud crack of the whip stabbed into his flesh. He could feel the splinter coated with it burning him. A scream escaped his lips, but then another lash hit his chest.

Another one on his leg...

And another.

Seth screamed and screamed for help, but to no avail. She laughed as each whip landed in his flesh, leaving more wounds that continued to make his knees weak.

More minutes passed, but it felt like an eternity as she moved on to the next devices.

Although a pile of his blood splattered from the whips onto the floor, she was far from finished. His eyes widened even more when he saw what she was holding. At that moment, he began to cry.

"Shut the fuck up. Are you a man? Then act like one!" the woman roared, dangling the dagger in her hands.

Seth clenched his fists and tried with all his might to prevent her from touching him further. She just laughed at his attempts and how hopeless he was.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, his childish self was afraid of this woman.

Suddenly, she gripped the dagger tightly in her grip and stabbed him in the shoulder.

He cried out in pain, seethed and wanted to turn around as quickly as possible and numb the pain.

The woman giggled at his pain and bit her lips as she pulled the dagger from his shoulder before licking the blood-soaked blade.

Seth's head began to droop from his wounds as he whimpered pathetically, "W-What did I do to deserve this, you crazy bitch?!"

She paused, eyes still dead, but filled with joy.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask," she stopped and grinned. "You should never have been born, you fucking mistake. What do you think this is, Seth? This is revenge. If I couldn't keep my precious blessing, neither can Jupiter." The woman hissed and suddenly poked him in the thigh.

Blessing? he thought in confusion before another scream left his lips.

Then she carved "Mommy's little bitch" into his stomach, applying more pressure with each word.

He visibly shook in disgust as he tried to squirm away. "Please...you've done enough... Lady. You've already won, please stop."

She didn't seem to hear him, as she continued her torture.

He stopped struggling as the blood began to pool around him.

The woman inhaled the smell of blood around her, intoxicated by it. Her fangs elongated and glistened in the light before her mouth clamped down on his arm in less than a second.

Seth's ears rang as he felt her sucking the blood and life out of him.

"Please..." he whimpered.

Blinking, he slowly closed his eyes, and the darkness pulled him close.