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Hope ya'll enjoy...but WARNING: This chapter contains explicit content that may make some readers uncomfortable, the content mainly consisting of rape and other sexual practices.

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Two Winters and a Summer: Chapter Eight

Shannon curled into a ball and didn't uncurl for a very long time.

Collin had shoved her back in her room and left a long time ago, and she hadn't moved a muscle. Her sobs had become almost violent because of her shuddering body. Soon, she began to gag and then threw up. This happened two times more before Brady came into the room apologetically, bucket in hand. He held her gently while she continued to retch into the bucket.

After what seemed like hours, she was simply dry-heaving. There was nothing left in her stomach to shove its way back up. Her mouth tasted awful, so she croaked awkwardly for water. Soon, Sam was at the door awkwardly offering a glass. Brady took it and Shannon swallowed the delicious liquid gratefully.

"Thanks," she finally croaked, blushing deeply. Brady patted her hand kindly.

"No problem. I'll, um, just leave you alone, then," he said slowly. Shannon nodded, picking idly at her fingers. Tears were still spilling down her cheeks, but that was mostly from the knot in her gut and she had a feeling there was nothing the pack could do to fix that. Brady shot her one more sympathetic glance before standing and making his way out of the room slowly, making sure all the mess was cleaned up before grapping the garbage can and shutting the door behind him.

Shannon wound her arms around her knees and pulled them very tightly to her chest. It seemed like she was ripping in half…one part of her, the part that was still completely in love with Embry, felt nothing for Collin, and refused to give in to his brainwashing techniques, was wrestling the part of her that demanded she be with Collin. It drew her to him, more like dragged her. It grew stronger every day, pushed against her own will and swept away her own thoughts.

It was like some kind of a chip had been implanted in her brain. She was getting weaker every second she pushed that chip away. She was afraid, so afraid, that she would destroy herself if she didn't give in to the cult that was the pack. Everything she had ever stood for screamed for her to stand tall, keep kicking, keep… keep…

But the imprint… was stronger than …it was clawing, clawing at her brain and her will and her self-control…

Shannon let out a painful scream, body rattling with quivers and tremors. She was so cold, so very cold… Why were her feet and hands freezing? She tried wrapping her whole body up in all the blankets, but she was still shivering.

Brady came in later, told her that he could warm her up. She figured maybe she was sick. Even when he held her tight to his chest, which was over one-hundred-eight degrees, she felt no warmth. Brady whispered, very softly, that it might be the imprint in her fighting against the other part of her for Shannon to go to Collin.

She vomited several more times, and Brady patiently held her hair back for her. Finally, sobbing, Shannon pleaded, "please, please Brady! Please just…" her voice trailed off, and then she continued in a small, choked voice, "Just get Collin. Just go get him." She broke down after asking this, tears staining her cheeks and retched noises escaping her throat. She hated herself for caving in to him so quickly, but the cold… she couldn't take it anymore.

Her throat hurt so badly from throwing up. If she didn't get some relief from this sickness, she'd explode. A few minutes later, Collin strode into the room smugly. "Having a dilemma, sweetheart?" he smirked. Shannon angrily held the saliva she wished to spit his way. Instead, she gulped and nodded.

"Just… just fucking hold me," she begged. Collin's smile grew bigger as he approached her and scooped her up.

"You're realizing how much you need me, aren't you? You'll always need me, sweetheart. Always. You can't protect yourself without me. You have no meaning outside of our relationship, Shannon. We were always meant to be together, not apart, and if we're separate neither of us matter, especially you," he whispered vehemently. Shannon cried even more loudly into his shoulder, the pressure and despair of what he was saying weighing down on her.

"Repeat what I said, Shannon. It's all true, and you fucking know it," he growled. She swallowed thickly. She didn't want to admit that, she couldn't say it, it'd be like giving up… oh god, no, she couldn't… but she had to. Collin was… he said she had to. He said it was all true. This was her life now, wasn't it? She… she had to.

"I'll always need you. I c-can't protect myself without you," she choked. Collin nudged her side, shifting a look her in a way that clearly motioned for her to continue. "I don't have any meaning outside of our relationship. We were always meant to b-be together. Neither of us matter apart, especially… especially me," she whimpered, her heart and confidence… everything, really, breaking into small, bite-size pieces. Collin gently cradled her to his chest as she broke down hysterically.

"That's right, baby. I'm your soul mate; we belong together, forever," he murmured, laying her down gently on the bed as she continued to cry messily. His roughed hands eased her shirt over head ever so slowly. She didn't have any bras, so her chest was completely exposed as he carelessly tossed the shirt she was wearing to the floor.

"Please…" she whimpered. She couldn't fight him; she didn't have it in her anymore. She had given up. Collin took her plea as encouragement and moaned, nipping her neck.

"Oh, baby, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for this, fantasizing about this… When I came into your room each night, I longed to just fucking rip these clothes off of you. But I waited, because I wanted what's best for my imprint," he murmured. Shannon gasped as he grabbed her left breast, massaging it with quick jerks. It hurt. She was going to have bruises, she realized…

"Stop," she managed to choke. Collin snarled, raised his hand, and swiftly hit it against her cheek. She saw stars for a moment, and then the pain sunk in. She started to sob… she didn't want to go along with what was happening. This wasn't ever supposed to be her. She wasn't supposed to be a victim. She was supposed to have a normal life. Oh god, she wanted a normal life.

Collin lowered his mouth against Shannon's breast and began to suck on it. His teeth carefully bit and nipped the tender skin around it. She squirmed, sickened by his tough. She wasn't getting turned on. She wanted it to stop. "Please," she begged. Collin chuckled and moved on to her other breast.

"Shannon baby, I'm going as fast as I want to. You just sit back. Don't even move. I'll tell you what to fucking do," he ordered in a raspy sort of voice. He started to move downward, kissing each part of her skin, even her belly button, before reaching the waistline of her jeans.

Collin unbuttoned them and shook them off of her. Shannon raised her legs a bit to help him along. What was the point of fighting? He would probably be doing this to her all the time. Shannon pressed her hand over her mouth to attempt to muffle a sob. Thankfully, Collin seemed too distracted with her panties.

"You're so delicate," he moaned. "I just want to wreck you…c-can I?" Collin whispered, thumbs gently circling the material covering her entrance. Without waiting for an answer, he ripped them off of her, not caring that he was ruining the underwear. "From now on you'll wear no panties. They tease me," he snarled at her. Shannon shrank back, nodding numbly.

"That's my good girl," he purred, turning into someone else in an instant. His penis, pressing hard against her thigh, was huge. She knew it would hurt like hell if… if he put it inside of her. He saw her eyeing it and beamed. "Yeah, it's a big thing, ain't it? His name's Big C," Collin laughed. Shannon stared at Collin, wide-eyed and horrified. He named his fucking dick?

Her wolf was an asshole. And she was stuck with him for the rest of her fucking life. His expression turned stormy. "Laugh, god damn it!" he ordered brusquely. She managed to force out a traumatized chuckle. Collin's expression softened, and she relaxed…

Right up until he pressed the tip of his dick into her entrance. She jumped, and Collin took this as another sign of encouragement because her hips had accidentally slammed into his, further pushing his dick inside of her. Shannon gasped in pain.

Embry's dick was just a tiny bit smaller than Collin's, but still huge. And he had always been so… careful with her. Rough, but careful so he would never actually hurt her. And she had loved that about him.

But Collin was treating her like any common whore on the street. She hated him, so very much. She hated him she hated him she hated him shehatedhimshehatedhim.

She repeated this, again and again and again. She couldn't handle what was happening. If she acknowledged that Collin was going down on her, she would explode. She couldn't think about it, no, no. She had to escape. She had to get it out of her head.

She had to think of Embry.

She thought of his arms wrapped around her, kissing her and hugging her. She thought of being perched on his lap, excitedly watching a basketball game that she'd been dreading going to but ended up loving it. She thought of the time she'd fallen into a puddle and met up with him, soaked to the bone. She thought about how he had laughed when he saw her, and then taken her back to his place… She thought of the very first they'd loved on each other. How amazing it was. The best she'd ever had. She thought of his thumbs. One was shorter than the other, and Shannon had always kissed that midget thumb after remembering how her own Grandma tried to make her grow taller by kissing her when she was a little girl.

Embry, it was going to be Embry. She was going to marry him. She was going to… she was going to…

But Collin ripped that all away from her. He took it. And now he was raping her, hurting her, making her bleed on the inside… he was being too rough. It hurt. It felt like he was ripping her walls, or at least bruising them. She tried to push him away, but he must have interpreted it as a caress or pleasured flailing, because he simply leaned down and kissed her forehead. "I know baby. Aren't I so good? Aren't I good? Tell me I'm good, baby," he snarled.

"You're g-good," she stuttered. He snapped his teeth at her warningly, black eyes flashing.

"Say it like you fucking mean it! You love me, don't you? You love me more than you've ever loved anyone else. And I'm good, right? Say it, say what you know is true!" he grunted demandingly. Still sobbing, Shannon nodded shakily.

"I love you more than I've ever loved anyone else. You're good," said Shannon mechanically, struggling to keep the hate out of her voice. He slammed into her, and she cried out in pain.

"Amazing," he corrected with a grin, "I'm amazing, aren't I, baby?"

"You're…you're…" she couldn't do it. She couldn't finish it. Collin growled, leaned down, and bit into her neck. Shannon wriggled in pain and pressed trembling fingers to her neck…she felt blood. Collin continued to push into her, but she felt nothing except the bile that had risen to the forefront of her throat.

She had had enough. She couldn't do it. She couldn't let herself fucking give up like a coward… she didn't want this, she hated this, she had to stick up for herself. Quickly, she shoved her hands against Collin's chest as he was preparing to slam into her again, and he rocked backward. Taking this as her chance, she flung herself sideways and fell to the floor, covered in blood and semen.

"Stop!" she screamed. Collin froze, mouth open, face dangerously furious. "Stop! I JUST WANT EMBRY!" she sobbed. Collin's eyes grew wide, his jaw tightened, his hands balled into fists…

And then the door was flung open, and the man Shannon had longed for so very long strode in.

Embry had finally come for her.