Friday, December 20th Pt. 6
“I woke up in the hospital later that day. He left me alone for a while. Nearly a year went by. He withdrew me from warrior training and I never spoke of what happened. Mom hinted that she knew based on my injuries but somehow my father was left in the dark. At least that’s what I thought. Two weeks before my fifteenth birthday he went storming out of the house. My mom ran out after him. Alpha Tristan showed up at my door three hours later. It was obvious that he had been in a fight. He asked if he could come in. He was polite and I was concerned about my parents. He went to the kitchen and cleaned his hands and face. When he finished he turned to me and apologized. He told me that there had been a rogue attack. Three rogues had crossed the border and avoided his patrolmen. He believed that they had been there before because they went straight to the pack house and knew exactly where to find him. He was in a meeting with my parents discussing my schooling options since I wasn’t a normal wolf when they attacked. My parents, being warriors, protected him with their lives until additional security took the rogues out. My parents survived the attack but just barely. He left the pack house to come to me as soon as the ambulance left for the hospital. It was important that I find a suitcase and pack some of my personal belongings. He was moving me into the pack house until they were released. I did as he said and packed a bag. I didn’t want anything to do with being that close to him but I also didn’t feel I had the right to choose.
Two weeks later, two days before my birthday, he called me to his office. He shut the door, heightening my anxiety before telling me that an empathic nurse hired at the hospital argued against medication the doctor had ordered for my parents. The doctor insisted that he was right but the nurse refused the doctor and did what she felt was right. He received word that morning that my parents died late the previous night. At the time I thought that was the hardest thing I would have to go through but ….” She trails off slightly.
She surprises me when she accepts a straw from Cassius and takes a few gulps of water.
“He took care of all the funeral arrangements and ten days later I said goodbye. After the funeral he escorted me to a new room on the third floor. It was a much larger room as it was more of a studio apartment than a room. He had me sit on the bed and he pulled the desk chair out and sat in it facing me. He apologized for what he had to do but the council mandates a specific therapy be given to all empaths if they are discovered during their teenage years as it’s only with sexualization therapy before the first shift that an alpha can rid the individual of the demons that give her the empathic ability.
I was horrified by what he said even though I didn’t really understand what it meant. He went on to explain that I had the rest of that day to mourn but my therapy will start the next morning. Since he took my virginity the year previously and he hadn’t seen me dating anyone he believed it was best to start slowly and work up to the three sexual encounters that the therapy required for it to chase the demons from within me. Only the seed of the alpha and his closest ring men would work as the demons needed to feel the power they held over me. From that day on I was no longer a pack member and as far as the pack was concerned I ran away after the funeral. He would provide me with everything that I needed and cooperation during the rapes would be rewarded. He showed me a file folder and explained that all of the rules I were to follow were inside as well as blood, urine and swab results for all possible diseases that were taken from him, Atlas and his Delta Grady. Starting the next day he would come to my room at 8am and start introducing me to what was expected of me while he was there. He planned a break of three hours to be with me for six days that first week. I would be left alone on Sundays. After that first week I was expected to know what was happening and plan accordingly as after next week was over he would only spend an hour with me. It would be just him once a day for two months. Then Atlas would start in the afternoon for two months before Grady would start coming before bed.”
“Did he indicate how long he planned on doing this?” Deven asks.
“No, but Atlas knew of alpha’s sex addiction. He did come as scheduled and he did rape me several times but something happened that he didn’t explain and suddenly stopped the rapes two weeks after Grady started. Two weeks later he came to my room and interrupted Grady before he got started. Asked him a bunch of questions where Grady admitted he really didn’t want anything to do with what the alpha assigned. They promised they would get me out but I felt they were full of hot air when it didn’t happen. They were kind to me and provided care and companionship during their scheduled time with me.
It was on my sixteenth birthday that I grew tired of putting up with the rapes. I fought back that day. Alpha Tristan beat me unconscious for my insubordination and just left me in the room. When I woke up I was in the hospital, Atlas was by my side. He apologized for how things needed to be but this was the best he could do for getting me out. He explained that when he found me he used my injuries as a means to remove me from the territory and I was currently in a hospital just outside a neighboring pack over an hour away. He also told me that he changed my name. I was no longer Jessa Elizabeth Renolds but Jessa Elizabeth Stoneman. He had researched my history and found that the Stoneman name was well known for helping others. It was also a prominent alpha name in the werewolf community so I was more likely to be looked upon with respect. I agreed to the change and he gave me a new birth certificate once it was made official. On that day he gave me a pack with a small amount of clothes and some money. He apologized again but said that the only thing he could do was set things up for me to go rogue. When I was released from the hospital I was on my own.”
She somehow is a lot calmer at the end of her story than I expected her to be.
“The very first time he raped you, how old were you?” Deven asks for clarification.
“I believe I was fourteen that first time.”
“And fifteen when he started purposely trying to cause you to get HSD?”
“Yes sir.” She nods as she lays her head back against me.
“How old were you when you first shifted and the first time you knew you were in heat?”
Deven continues gathering the information that he needs.
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