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"No! Alpha, please! Stop!"
A moan of pain escaped his lips as his tense muscles absorbed the punches of his alpha's fists. It was impossible for Yoongi to hold back the tears that began to trickle down his pale cheeks, but he tried to make as little noise as possible, knowing that it would only make things worse. His wolf howled fearfully in his chest, pleading for mercy from the one who was supposed to protect him, but the beating wouldn't stop and Yoongi could bet that in a few more seconds he would end up unconscious on the cold floor where he was trapped.
His mouth tasted of blood and he could feel the cuts in it every time he swallowed saliva, his left eye was so swollen he couldn't open it and his ribs throbbed painfully with every breath he took. On his hip rested the full weight of the alpha he called his fiancé, while his bloodshot eyes continued to stare at him with a hatred so deep it made Yoongi's skin crawl, relentlessly punching him again and again, slamming his fists into Yoongi's skin with all the force he could muster, showing him not a shred of mercy.
It was as if Yoongi was the worst thing in the world, as if it was his fault and he deserved every hit.
"Shut up, damn it, stop crying," the alpha growled, his commanding voice in his tone.
Yoongi's entire body instantly went limp, as if he were a mere puppet whose strings had been cut.
He felt his hands fall limply to his sides, despite the fact that all this time he had been trying with all his might to push the alpha off him, and instead he lay completely limp on the floor, paralysed against his will by the commanding voice his partner had used on him.
At his reaction, the alpha smiled, stopped his beating and quickly lowered his hands to the omega's shorts. He pulled them down along with his underwear, leaving Yoongi naked from the waist down as his leering eyes roamed the omega's slender, pale legs with satisfaction before spreading them to position himself between them against Yoongi's will.
"Please, Alpha, no more, I beg you..." but his little whispered plea was stopped by a hard slap across his face.
A trail of blood trickled down his lips along with a sob from his throat, Yoongi immediately closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands, trying to stop his own crying as he heard the zip of the alpha's jeans being pulled down.
"You're mine, Yoongi, and I'll take what's mine as often as I want, even if you don't like it," the alpha sneered, stroking the omega's thighs without even pausing to prepare him for penetration.
Yoongi just cried louder but did not object anymore. It had become clear to him anyway that even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to get the dirty alpha off him even if he used all his strength, because in the end an omega would always be weaker than an alpha. All he could do was keep quiet and wait for a few seconds before being defiled without his permission.
Unfortunately, that was his life and there was nothing he could do about it.
...
He shifted uncomfortably on the hard surface and his eyes struggled to open in his unconscious state. Yoongi rolled over onto his stomach and used all his remaining strength to pull himself up onto his hands and knees on the floor where he had been lying. With difficulty he tried to slowly open his eyes, but he only managed to open them halfway as they were so swollen that the simple task of lifting his eyelids was almost impossible. When he could see around him, he found an empty house and his half-naked body halfway across the living room.
A groan of pain slid down his throat as he stood up, his legs shaking like jelly as they supported his weight and his bottom burning with the movement. When he regained his senses he quickly brought his hands up to his neck, his fingers desperately searching the area between his shoulder and neck for any wounds, but when he felt no teeth marks on his skin he allowed himself a small sigh.
He was still unmarked.
That bastard had not yet taken full possession of him.
He stumbled through the house, using the walls for support as he made his way to the bathroom. Once locked in the small room, he staggered over to the sink and turned on the tap to splash some cool water on his bruised face. Immediately, a burning hiss came from his mouth as the cold liquid touched the open wounds on his cheeks and lips.
When he had properly cleaned his battered face and made sure he had removed all the dried blood from his skin, he opened the drawer of the sink in search of his contraceptives.
However, all Yoongi found were the empty boxes in the bin and his stomach sank at the sight of the pills floating in the toilet.
His Alpha had thrown away all his pills, probably in an attempt to get him pregnant.
He felt the gag in his throat at the unfortunate situation, but couldn't vomit up anything as his stomach was empty, so he just pulled the toilet lever and watched the pills go down the drain, while stopping himself from throwing a punch at the mirror out of sheer frustration.
He was just praying to the Moon Goddess to have mercy on him and prevent him from getting pregnant by the animal that was making his life miserable, because he didn't have the money to buy another box and now that his alpha had found out he was taking contraceptives behind his back, he wouldn't give him a penny.
Could his luck get any worse?
Resigned, Yoongi turned on the shower tap and removed the only garment covering his nakedness to step under the stream of warm water. He washed his body with the soapy sponge, scrubbing his skin with some force, trying to remove all traces of the alpha from his body. Yoongi repeated this process at least three times before shampooing his head and washing his hair to make sure that no part of his body reeked of his fiancee's scent.
When he was done, he wrapped himself in a towel and walked out of the bathroom to his room to get dressed, opening the door and poking his head in to make sure the alpha wasn't inside, and when he saw that there was no sign of the man, he rushed in and closed the door behind him. He leaned against the wood and took a deep breath before heading to his wardrobe to grab some clothes and get dressed. Once he had a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on, he made his way to his bed to try and get some sleep, but he didn't even get three steps in before the bedroom door opened so abruptly that it slammed against the wall, making a thunderous noise.
His body instantly froze and his swollen eyes almost closed from inertia, waiting for a slap that didn't come. He watched almost with relief as the Alpha ignored his presence and lay on the bed like a dead weight, barely moving. Yoongi cautiously approached the motionless body and relaxed a little when he heard the snores that instantly flooded the room.
With a sigh of relief, he lay down next to him (but at a safe distance so that their bodies did not touch) before reaching under his own pillow to feel with his fingers for the handle of the knife hidden there.
He closed his eyes and tried to sleep next to the one who was supposed to love and care for him, but instead frightened him so much that he had to sleep armed to make sure he didn't murder him in his sleep.
But he couldn't complain, this was his life and he had to get used to it.
...
Yoongi watched in horror as his alpha angrily threw the plate of food against the wall, the paint and floor staining the noodles as it hit and the shards of glass scattering everywhere as the plate shattered. His body shrank in terror at the sight of the alpha getting up from his seat and walking over to him, the man's hand instantly wrapped around his neck and out of reflex Yoongi tried to pull away from the grip but only got a slap in return.
"You're good for nothing, damn it, are you good for anything but getting in the way?" he growled angrily, very close to his face, and Yoongi shivered at the bitter scent emanating from his fiancé's angry body.
"S-sorry, alpha," he whispered with difficulty as the air began to be choked out of his lungs by the tight grip on his throat.
"I'm tired of you, if it wasn't for your whore mother begging me to marry you I would have kicked you out by now," he mumbled jadedly and the omega felt his eyes water at the words.
For it was his mother who had unwittingly pushed him into this bad life in her desperation to match her eldest son with and alpha and get rid of him. And if it weren't for the fact that there were two other younger omegas at home who had to survive thanks to his mother's mediocre work, he would have gone back to her long ago.
But he had to stay, he couldn't be a burden to his poor mother when he was too old and couldn't provide enough for his siblings with his work.
"I will be a good omega, I promise," Yoongi whispered, his face already red from lack of air and if the pressure continued, he might turn purple from suffocation.
"It's the least I expect from marrying a good-for-nothing like you," the alpha said, letting him go with disdain, not caring that his omega's body fell to his knees on the floor full of crystals. "And be thankful that you disgusted me enough to bite you, otherwise I would have claimed you so you stop shaking your ass at every alpha you meet," and he left the kitchen with a long stride.
Yoongi let out a sob as he rose from the floor, the small pieces of glass that had burrowed into the skin of his knees falling back to the floor as he stood fully up. He washed his hands in the sink and wiped his bleeding knees with a damp cloth, then set about cleaning up the mess of broken glass and scattered food that the alpha had left behind, crying softly as he did so, trying to make as little noise as possible.
He would have complained about having to scrub the walls to remove the food stains from the paint, but he was only a weak omega and he had to please his future husband.
Yoongi couldn't complain. This was his fiancé and he had to get used to it.
...
The following weeks were no different; he had been living with the alpha whom he had been engaged at his mother's request, for just over five months and his situation, instead of improving, was getting worse by the days. His face was covered in bruises, some recent and some beginning to fade, his body -already slender by nature- now looked almost skeletal due to his lack of appetite, and as if that weren't bad enough, he had added to his martyrdom a few ailments that were definitely worrying him.
The dizziness, the vomiting and the delay in his rut forced him to take a risk and ask his neighbour (a nice old lady who always came round to give him plants for the garden) for help, asking her to go to the nearest chemist to get a pregnancy test to dispel his terrible doubts.
At that moment, he was locked in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet and nervously biting his lips. The pregnancy test lay on the sink waiting for the result, and Yoongi couldn't have been more worried about the situation.
When the required time had passed, he took the piece of plastic that would condemn his life into his trembling hands, and when he saw the result, he felt his heart sink heavily in his chest.
Two small lines.
He was pregnant.
Tears soon trickled down his cheeks, his hands immediately dropped the pregnancy test as if it were on fire, and he clutched his still-flat belly tightly between the palms of his pale hands.
He was going to have a baby from this evil alpha.
He was going to have a puppy.
But... it would be his own puppy.
His own. A baby of his own.
A disbelieving chuckle escaped his lips and he looked down at his tummy, it seemed almost impossible that life could grow in that malnourished, hollowed out belly, but there it was, and his heart was pounding furiously against his chest with excitement, while his animal instincts seemed to run wild in his chest with anticipation.
Yoongi always wanted children.
He loved babies, his siblings had been his adoration for a long time and knowing that he would now have his own warmed his heart, he wanted to hold them, he wanted to take care of them, he wanted to...
The smile was wiped from his face as the sound of the front door opening reached his ears, reality hit him like a bucket of cold water, reminding him that he lived under the same roof as an aggressive alpha who abused him every two seconds.
This alpha was the father of his puppy, did he really want to share his future children with such a creature?
"Yoongi! Where the hell are you?" the roar of his Alpha reached his ears and paralyzed him completely.
Unconsciously, he got up from the toilet and walked out of the bathroom against his will, the commanding voice the man had used in his scream had stunned him so much that he couldn't resist the order. As he walked into the living room, he quickly visualized the alpha in front of him, and his wolf hissed as he realized the danger that was slowly spreading throughout the house.
His alpha stank of alcohol. He was drunk, terribly drunk.
Fuck.
"Come here, you fucking whore, spread your legs for your alpha"
And yes, that might have been his life, his pathetic, pitiful life that he had accepted without hesitation just so he wouldn't be a burden to his mother, but did he really want the same life for his puppy?
The definitive answer came to him when the alpha tried to corner him against a wall and the omega, guided by his desperate instincts for survival and protection, smashed a vase over his head, knocking him out instantly.
At the sight of the inert body on the carpet, Yoongi did not hesitate to run to his room and stow a few items in an old backpack, determined to get out of there as soon as possible. He didn't think much about it, his whole body seemed to be injected with adrenaline and all he could think about was getting to safety.
Him and his puppy.
He never thought that he would run away, never thought that he would dare to leave his fiancé like that, but he even dared to steal the wallet that the alpha had in his pocket when he went back into the living room. He didn't look back, he didn't even make sure the alpha was still alive after the hit, he just ran out of the house, sobbing and shaking, leaving behind the prison that had contained his pain and suffering for so many months.
Because this wasn't the life his little pup deserved.
"I'll protect you with my life, I promise," he whispered breathlessly as he ran through the streets, eager to find a better future.
And Yoongi always kept his promises.