Undesired By My Alpha Mate

I jerked up from sleep, making my green duvet cover pool around my waist as the front door closed with a loud bang. They are at it again, I thought while throwing a quick glance at the alarm clock that sat on my window.

It was 2:47 am. Fuck.

"Luna!" My stepfather yelled from upstairs, and my heart picked up in fright. I can't handle another beating from Marcus-he already had his turn yesterday morning.

My door was without any lock to protect me from them, and I knew he would be here soon.

"Luna!" I heard again, but this time it wasn't the voice of my stepfather Marcus; it was his son, Aron.

I could hear their footsteps as they made their way down the basement, and my breathing increased, knowing that they were both coming to my room. What I would be receiving would be far worse.

I threw the duvet cover off my body, making it land on the floor, and stumbled face-flat on the ground. I looked down to see that the sheet had wrapped around my feet.

Kicking my feet out, I got up and ran to my wardrobe, about to open it and hide inside when both Aron, my stepbrother, and Marcus stumbled into the room.

My hands tightened on the handle, and my body shook with fear. I cast my eyes to the ground, knowing how much they hate it if I make eye contact with them.

"My, my. Look what we have here," Marcus slurred and stumbled slightly as he approached me.

Never move from your spot. That was my number one rule after I tried running from their punches a couple of times as they hit me. They loved the game of chase as it gives them more thrill to chase after their prey. Me.

I learned to stay in one place and receive it all after the ninth time.

His sweaty hand roughly pulled my hair back, making me look up at him, but I quickly shifted my gaze to the hole on the wall.

"Look at me, bitch!" He spat-literally on my face, but I knew it was just one of his games again.

"A-alph-a," I stammered when his rough hand grabbed my left butt cheek painfully while pushing my body closer to his.

"Much better," he grinned with his yellow crooked teeth on full display.

I looked over to Aron and prayed to the goddess that he would stop his father from whatever he planned to do, only to see a sly smile on his lips as he gazed at my body.

I pushed at Marcus when I felt his manhood pushing at my belly from his slacks.

"N-no!" I cried out, jerking my head in every which way while pushing at his shoulders.

"What did I say about talking, hmm?" Marcus sneered, his hand leaving my butt only to come on my face, whipping my head to the side and a whimper leaving my lips.

The slap stung, but it's nothing compared to what they've done and what they'll do to me.

The slap didn't stop me, though, as I kept on fighting against his hold. I heard Aron's footsteps, and I watched as he walked behind me.

"He said stop, you slut!" Aron shouted in my ear with a tight hold on my neck, not enough to crush my windpipe but enough to have me gasping for breath.

Aron thrust his hip forward, rubbing himself on my butt. I felt disgusted, and my skin crawled with tiny spiders.

My fifty-year-old stepfather tore the handle of my white nightgown, leaving only the right hand to hold the cloth on my body.

It all became real to me, and there and then, I knew I had to leave before anything happens.

I jerked my head back with as much force as I could muster, hitting Aron on the nose, and as I heard his cry of pain and felt his blood touch the skin on my neck, it gave me satisfaction.

With newfound determination to leave this house and pack that never cared about me, I raised my knee high and hit my stepfather where the sun doesn't shine.

He dropped to the ground with a groan while cupping his dick.

I ran to the stairs, already on the fourth step when my left foot was held by Aron's fat hand, making me fall and hitting my head on the edge of one of the steps.

"Bitch," he spat.