CH 2

Jessica She lay in the bed used by her mates once more, as was her life, but soon it was all about to change. She waited as if asleep in that bed, until they’d both showered and dressed for training that morning. Waited to open her eyes until the suite door closed behind them before pushing herself to a sitting position and then sighing to herself as she got up to go and shower. No longer would she have to put up with them ever again; she’d found a way to get the hell out of this place. A place where she still dressed all dowdy and never wore make-up, still had big baggy clothing on all the time. Something that, despite having two Mates, that should have noticed: she didn’t actually need those types of clothes anymore; that they didn’t fit her were too big. She’d lost a lot of weight in the past two years, but because they’d only ever seen her as a chubby, wolf-less, she-wolf all their lives. That they didn’t pay her any attention at all, unless it was in that bedroom, and the lights were always off, because they didn’t want to look at their chubby Mate. Their hands didn’t roam over her body in the bed they shared, as she knew most Mates would; her Mates didn’t want to touch their fat Mate. They never cared for her to be completely naked before them. She always wore a sleep shirt, and they never took it off her. So, they had no idea she’d slimmed down and was as thin as most regular she-wolves, and she wasn’t about to go and tell them that either. She didn’t want any more of their attention on her, she didn’t care to be their Mate any more than they did. She was built for them. That was all that mattered to them. Some of her weight loss was because she didn’t eat much, that she’d lost her appetite after being claimed by them, and some of it because they had her every night regardless of not wanting to be mated to her. She was their Goddess-Gifted Mate and her body allowed them to feel the mate-bond sparks and nothing more, something they more than liked, and she now hated. The other was due to the fact that they touched others when not inside this pack, or more to the point when she was not inside this pack. When she was at work, though it had started when she was at university. They enjoyed sliding one hand along another she-wolf or human. Liked kissing others, and knew they were punishing her or humiliating her for being chubby and wolf-less. She stood in the shower and scrubbed herself clean, washed her hair, and then stepped out to look at her reflection in the mirror. “No more,” she told herself, “Will they treat me like their personal c*m bucket.” It was something she’d heard them state once, to their social group at the very university she’d attended, and to other wolves of the pack in their own social circle, for anyone now, human or wolfen alike to hear; including herself. Despite the fact that she’d known they didn’t like her, she was their Goddess-Gifted, and they should never want others to hear things like that about her, let alone say it themselves… that comment, which Gregory had stated with a full laugh had been, “She’s just our c*m bucket.” had also seen Marcus her other Mate chuckle along with his twin. Then Gregory clapped Marcus on the back, “It’s never just one of us filling her up every night,” he’d elaborated for their social group. Those horrid words, they had hurt her, and she’d known there would never be anything nice for her from them, not even a kind word. She, however, had no family to go to. No money to pay for her degree and she was stuck in this place as their Mate. She didn’t have wolfen hearing, which meant she had been close enough to pick up their words that day, and learned the harsh reality of just how badly they talked about her to their friends. Although she’d also learned they only did it when they were outside the pack. They never said a bad word about her when their parents or the leadership were around, never inside the pack. She’d even now heard the omegas that cleaned their suite say it on more than one occasion, when going into their bedroom as she’d been leaving the suite. “Guess they overflowed their c*m bucket. It’s a mess in here,” and they’d snickered about it, thinking without wolfen hearing she wouldn’t hear them, or just took their cue from the future Alpha and Beta, and didn’t care what they said around her because it was how her own Mates spoke themselves. The future Luna to this pack got no respect from her two Mates and so that meant she got none from pack members either. She also knew they’d be rejecting her, if and when they found a she-wolf willing to accept both of them doing her at the same time. Gregory had told her two weeks into their bond right to her face, “You’re just here to sate our needs until a proper she-wolf that can handle us comes along, and we’ll claim her to produce heirs for the pack.” Though she’d never even once felt the full effects of the pains of betrayal in the three years of being mated to them, neither had actually had s*x with another, but they did enjoy touching and kissing others. It was a curiosity to her at times now, if they were out there looking to bed she-wolves to see if any could take the two of them at the same time as she was made to. Although it wouldn’t surprise her at all, and a part of her hoped they were doing just that, and would find that one that would replace her, bring her home, present her to their parents and reject herself for that she-wolf. Jessica would wish that girl luck and accept it, then turn to the actual Alpha and Luna and ask for monetary compensation for her suffering at their son’s hands. Reveal the truth of all they’d said to her and about her, to others inside this pack that they had touched others and in finding that one that could handle them both, obviously she’d have to have suffered the pains of betrayal in full. But no such luck on her part. As far as she could tell, they weren’t actually f*****g other she-wolfs to find that one that was her replacement. Though them finding another to handle them and their needs would also likely see them be in deep s**t with their parents. Because it meant they were out there cheating on her, and all the proof needed was the she-wolf they presented to their own parents to replace her. Although she’d watched six months into their mate bond, as one she-wolf of their pack tried to touch Marcus once, she had stated all seductively, “Goddess, your muscles are really starting to come in Alpha.” Her tone had dripped desire. Jess had just gotten home from class and had been walking towards the packhouse, and Marcus wasn’t facing her, hadn’t even known she was there walking towards them. They never cared to know where she was or what she was doing, didn’t keep a feel for her tether or sense of smell open for their Mate’s scent. She was invisible to them every minute of every day. Unless they were using her body to sate their own needs, in the darkness of their suite’s bedroom, never out in the pack where anyone could see it. Likely to embarrass them if others saw them having s*x with their fat wolf-less Mate, is how she felt they saw it. She’d watched that day as Marcus had turned his body away and taken a step back so he was out of reach of that she-wolf, which had allowed her to see his expression, and he’d been frowning at her seductive words, and the outstretched hand; that even Jess had known was going to trail along his arm to trying and entice him into being with her. “I’m mated.” He’d stated to that she-wolf curtly like he was reprimanding her for trying to touch him, which would obviously cause his Mate pains of betrayal, then he’d walked around the she-wolf and away from her; to both her and that she-wolf’s surprise. It had been odd behavior to her, and a full curiosity to her, because she knew with certainty they weren’t faithful, so why had he refused to let that she-wolf touch him? She’d walked past that stunned she-wolf and thought maybe she wasn’t his type. Though when she’d thought about it more, even now, two and a half years past that moment in her life, those two Mates of hers were in her bed every night. Unless they weren’t in the pack itself, they didn’t sleep anywhere else ever, and they didn’t stay out all that late to avoid her. There was no love between the three of them. They were half-brothers born of the same mother but had different fathers. Twins, one was ranked Alpha and the other pure-blooded Beta, because their mother was also a Beta-ranked she-wolf. It kept the Alpha unit from having to have two Alphas and still needed three in their unit. She would take her time today and leave this pack in style. For the past three months, she’d been learning how to apply make-up, and had already been given a dress for the occasion by the Alpha that she had sold herself to, to escape this very pack. He needed a Luna to sit in the office of his pack, and she wanted out of this pack. He’d been the one to tell her how it could be done, sat in a restaurant at lunch with her, his entire unit their and told her of a way to see her, not only not have to reject them, but could leave them and ensure that they’d never come looking for her either. It had come after that Alpha had walked into her workplace and heard two other she-wolfs in there talking crap about her in not-so hushed tones. He’d smelled her and her rank, seen she had a double marking and understood she was wolf-less as well. That she clearly got no respect is how he'd explained it. Though it hadn't happened that day, it had been a few weeks after that moment, but he’d relayed how he knew what was going on with her. She’d not really said much at all at first, but it was an interesting plan, and she didn’t love her Mates, didn’t want to be with them, and so she had struck a deal with an unknown Alpha. He didn’t appear that bad to her, seemed to want to help her, though she was dead, certain that he had an ulterior motive he’d not spoken of, but after a week of thinking about it and hearing more s**t being talking about herself from her own Mates she’d though ‘f**k it, can it really be any worse.’ and had put in a call to that Alpha Rydge and told him she wanted to take him up on his deal.