Chapter 93: Chapter Forty

**Amina’s POV**

I came to lying on a strange bed, and the very first things I noticed were the blinding neon lights hanging above the room and the white-painted walls devoid of pictures, posters, or anything else remotely personal. I had no idea where I was, and nothing around me could give a clue, and despite wanting to take a better look around, my body had become too heavy to lift. I was beyond exhausted, both physically and mentally, and with every move I tried to make, no matter how small they might’ve been, my headache and muscle ache only seemed to exacerbate. 

“It’s the witches’ magic,” I heard, and my stomach dropped instantly. 

The bloodcurdling voice I had come to fear these past few days rose above my own grunting and suddenly took over the air. And so, despite my incredible discomfort, I tried to scan my surroundings again, only this time, I found the ruthless Simon sitting at the back of the room, his two arms extended behind a couch and his cold, calculating eyes fixed on me.

“I asked the witches to undo the sedative’s effect,” he began explaining, chuckling in his seat as he watched me wince and struggle to sit up. “Their magic is incredibly effective but most toilsome as you can see. Although,” he paused at the last word, his voice suddenly taking on the lustful, sinister tone I knew now all too well. 

“I must admit, I’m thoroughly enjoying the sounds coming out of you, and I’m even beginning to wonder what I find more alluring,” he said with a smirk before standing. “Your screaming or your moaning? Perhaps I should find that out now,” he added.

He approached me, hungrily taking in my battered body, and the pleasure he found in his wicked ways was evidenced by the low growls coming from his chest and the menacing bulge behind his pants. He stopped at the foot of the bed and quickly got rid of his shirt, and though I tried to beg for mercy, my voice never rose above a low, grating mumble. 

The Lycan only laughed at my tears, and as he prepared to keep each of his past promises, his black pupils tripled in size. “I know I shouldn’t,” he said, licking his lips as the mattress sank under his weight. “Aaron didn’t give me permission yet, but damn it, little one, I just can’t wait any longer.”

He tugged at my legs until I was wholly trapped under his larger-than-life body and began to lift the hem of my top. He drooled over my skin from belly to neck, and though I felt like kicking, pushing, fighting, or at the very least screaming at the top of my lungs, I did nothing. I offered no resistance and, to my dismay, only cried silently as he pinned my wrists above my head and forced my thighs open with his. 

Simon was a sick man, and like Micheal before him, every ounce of the monster was filled with a depravity too disturbing to comprehend and left me too stunned even to move. He attacked, and in every way, I felt paralyzed, both out of fear and total defeatism. After all, I had sworn never to let another man do this to me, yet here I was, years after Micheal Bailey, horridly vulnerable to Simon. 

“I want you to scream for me,” the Lycan whispered into my ear, repositioning himself on top of me while the ghost of my former tormentor stood behind him.

“Scream, or the Lycan in me will make you scream,” Simon growled before sinking his teeth into my bare chest.

Micheal's utmost delight at my shame and despair as the Beta began to shift and dig his razor-sharp claws into my skin was made clear by the thin, red smile that slowly widened across his face. Blood pooled beneath me, and suddenly, the screams that I thought would never come tore right from my throat in excruciating pain and bounced off the walls.

Simon’s howls met my cries, and the Beta, now glowing with purple eyes, held me tighter as he undid his pants. “Yes,” he laughed, licking my tears with his rough, wet tongue. “If you think this hard, just wait ’til you feel my cock, little one. I might tear you in half.”

I was suffocating, wheezing from the crushing weight of his body and the blood flowing freely from mine, and just as the room began to spin, a loud banging sounded through the air and stopped the Lycan beast short. His mouth pulled away from me, and his head turned towards the bedroom door, and though it was only a few seconds before the knocking echoed again, we both froze in waiting for what felt like an eternity.

“What?” Simon shouted angrily at the door, upset at whoever had just put a stop to his evil plans. “Who dares to interrupt me?” he yelled again as I continued to writhe beneath him. 

“My apologies, Beta,” a low voice replied from the other side of the room. “You closed off your link, Sir, and there’s an issue at the borders. The Alpha’s asked for you to take care of it.”

“What fucking issue?” Simon groaned before his eyes lost their purple glow for a greyish cloud. “Well, well, well,” he smirked after a brief moment of quiet, his mind-linking suddenly ending. “He didn’t take very long, did he? I mean, look at you; I suppose I wouldn’t have either if I were him,” the Lycan whispered, finally releasing some of his unbearable hold on me.

“Oh no, don’t cry, little one,” he added. “I’ll be back for you, I promise. I want you so much more now that he's here. And I think I'll force him to watch as I bury myself deep inside you,” Simon swore at last as he placed a forceful kiss on my bloodied lips and left me lying on the bed, hurt and half-naked.

He opened the door, and at his signal, two women of slightly similar appearance rushed past him and gave no explanation as they pulled me from the bed and onto the floor. “A real fucking barbarian,” the younger of the two hissed under her breath as the Beta left the room. “Look at what he did to her, Mom,” she said while the older woman hastily applied a thick paste to my wounds.

“Hush now, Tabby; you know he could hear you,” she scolded the girl while her hands hurried to treat me. “The ointment will hurt her for a while, but she’ll heal eventually,” she said of my mutilated body.

“She’s going to need more than that,” the girl blurted out, shaking her head at the sound of harsh moans escaping my mouth.

Prompted by her daughter’s words, the mother sighed, pulled a small flask from her skirt, and brought it to my lips. “This will sting too, Amina,” she warned, using my name, and just as soon as the warm, bitter liquid entered my mouth, every part of my body, every single organ I had, instantly flared up in flames.

The older woman hadn’t lied; it did sting and worse. For a few agonazing minutes, I found myself heaving, screaming, and convulsing in pain as if I were dying, but just as quickly as it had ignited, the raging fire gripping my entire being dissipated and left behind only mild discomfort instead. Still, the two women held me down while I caught my breath and, with caring and worried looks, waited for me to come back to my senses.

“Are you witches?” I asked them the second I could, my voice still raspy and weak. I could see both heads nodding, but my eyes stayed with the older lady who had said my name. “You know me,” I told her. “Is it because you know Theresa Langley?” I asked, remembering my mother’s past confession.

“Yes,” she answered honestly, holding my gaze. “But you should know, though, I never planned for this. You were supposed to be the one to save us all, and I thought I was doing the right thing. But, but the Beta, he’s-”

“Mom! Shh,” her daughter suddenly cut in. “The guards are coming; I can hear them. You’ll have to explain later, but for now,” she turned to me. “Take this, and I beg, don’t let them touch you again. Or you'll die,” she warned, placing a small, black vial in the palm of my hand. 

The young girl stood up and pulled the older woman with her just as two lycan guards opened the bedroom door, and finally, she turned to them and said, “We're done with her, now. You can take her into the dungeons and let Beta Simon know that she’ll survive.”