DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!
Nightmare
Chapter 20
Hermione was pulled out of the bath, dried off quickly and then dressed in the smallest dress imaginable.
"It's going to be a long night." Hermione inwardly groaned.
They led her though corridors, up stairs and down stairs. What Hermione saw along the way disgusted her. Women were being abused by men, physically, emotionally and sexually. They were being pushed to the floor, raped, beaten, cursed at...Everything that made Hermione's heart throb for the poor girls.
As the three of them stopped outside a door, Abigail knocked and then entered when Romulus' clear voice cut through the air.
"Enter!" the three of them entered the room and Abigail and Rose dropped to the floor in their Alpha's presence but Hermione remained standing. Romulus was standing by the window, turned around a few seconds later and then smirked. "Ahh, Hermione. Let's get this started, shall we?" Hermione remained silent. "Leave." He commanded Abigail and Rose. They scurried out of the room and closed the door behind them.
Romulus walked over to Hermione, grabbed her arm and began to pull her over to the table in the middle of the room. She struggled against him but she was a female submissive and he was an Alpha male; she didn't stand a chance. He pulled out one of the chairs that were around the table, shoved her into it and leant in close to her.
He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again. He turned his head away, rubbed his chin with his hand and then looked back. She met his gaze. He chuckled horribly, put his hand against her cheek and rubbed her soft flesh with his thumb. After a few seconds he stopped and then smacked her suddenly. She gasped as the after burn started to take effect and raised her hand to touch her cheek but he grabbed her wrist.
"Since you are now in my pack, there are a few rules you need to learn. Rule 1: You do exactly as I say, when I say it. Rule 2: If you don't do exactly as I say when I say it; you will be punished. Rule 3: As you are in my pack, you are mine; mine to do with as I please."
"I don't belong to anyone." She snarled at him.
He smacked her again. She squealed and he smacked her for that as well. He grabbed her wrists, pulled her from the chair and pushed her back onto the table and leant over her. "Rule 4: If you defy me in any way; you will be punished. Rule 5: I am the Alpha so you will show me complete and utmost respect at all times. Rule 6: You are a female and a submissive so you are available to be used by any dominant of the pack, including the females." He got off her and pulled her into a sitting position. "But soon, you will be my mate so that will make you-"
"The Alpha Female, I know. But I already have a mate and we've...Mated, so I'm - how did you put it? - unavailable."
He stared at her like she was from outer space. "You have guts, girl. We'll beat that out of you, don't worry. As I way saying before you spoke when not spoken to; seeing as you will be the Alpha Female, you will only be made available to my beta and the delta but to no one else unless they please me. Is that completely understood?" she didn't answer. He shook her hardly until her head really hurt. "Well?!"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I understand."
"Good." He said lightly, pulling her from the table, pulled her chair back to the table and pushed her into it. "Sit there." he ordered when she was about to get up. He walked around to the other chair and sat down. "What do you know of 'mates', girl?"
"Little."
"Tell me all you know."
"There's a dominant and a submissive; can be a homosexual pairing; pregnancies have to be werewolf/werewolf; a set of mates feel the others emotions and pain; only the dominant feels the connection until they've mated; they live longer...That's about it."
Romulus said nothing for a few moments before he started to laugh. Yes, laugh. "And I take it that my precious brother told you that?"
"Yes, he did."
"You know, I've heard stories on how intelligent you are, how sharp your mind is. But you're surprisingly thick where simple things come into it."
"What do you mean?"
"Let me put it simply - there's no such thing as 'mates'."
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Fenrir was pacing his room, waiting for Voldemort to arrive to help search for Hermione. He knew that Voldemort would refuse purely for the sake of refusing. Until Fenrir threatened that if He didn't help with the search then he'd take the pack and leave His side. And Voldemort couldn't afford to lose at least 40 well bodied werewolves.
Someone knocked on the door. "Enter!" the door opened and Connor entered the room.
"Alpha, Voldemort is here."
"Good. I'll be there in a moment." He said, walking over to the wardrobe and opening one of the doors. Connor left the room, noticing his Alpha's vulnerable state. Fenrir pulled out one of Hermione's tops and held it in his hands. His thumb caressed the material longingly and he raised it to his face and breathed in her scent that lingered on the material. Chocolate. Rich dark chocolate with a hint of strawberry. He stifled a sob, put the shirt down and left the room.
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"What do you mean there's no such thing as mates? Fenrir told me that-"
"Has it not occurred to you that my brother was telling you those lies purely to get you under his control?" Romulus demanded as a door at the bottom of the room opened and a small scared man entered the room dressed in rags carrying a tray laden with meats and fruits. He hurried over to the table, put the plates and bowls on the table and then left the room without uttering a single sound. Romulus noticed Hermione's slightly confused look. "That was the omega, William. You do know what an omega is, don't you, cub?"
"Of course I know what an omega is. And don't call me cub."
"I'll call you what I wish to, Hermione." He got out of his chair menacingly. He pushed her chair back a little and leant against the table in front of her, leaning in threateningly. "And don't talk back to me either. You remember what I said about respect?" she nodded gravely. "Well then. As I was saying before we were interrupted, my brother is cold and calculating. He is deceptive and misleading. Manipulative and greedy. And when a delicious little creature such as yourself comes along, happens to be the best friend of Harry Potter and valued member of The Order of the Phoenix, he decides he wants a slice and sweeps in for the kill." He said coldly, all the while twirling one of her curls around a finger before running his thumb across her lips and down her neck.
"But he told me-"
"The active words being 'he told'. Again, he fed you lies because he wanted you for himself."
"And what about you?"
"What about me?" he asked suspiciously.
"What do you want with me?"
He didn't say anything for a while before he grinned and laughed. Leaning down to her ear and pushing a few curls away, he whispered, "I want you to be mine."