A/N: Hello hello guys! I'm soooooo sorry about the long time you've been waiting for the new chapters of all my stories…But I'm suffering from such a big writer's block… Also I have so less time within the week and only got time on the weekends…

But, yeah, here is it! Have fun!

With malicious grins on their rugged faces they moved closer.

"Greyback, tie my little stubborn girl to the wall..." Abigail froze immediately at the mentioned name. Greyback. Fenrir Greyback. The infamous, and in the wizarding world, most feared werewolf. Fenrir Greyback, Beta of the most savage and cruelest beast ever, Venator.

And even this man had just called her his. That could only mean one thing; she must be his mate!

She was interrupted by Greyback who grabbed both her wrists and lifted her up from the dirty floor. He pulled her close to sniff her neck and whispered:

"You gotta learn your place, girly. And we'll beat you until you know it..." At that her breath hitched dramatically but suddenly she was nearly thrown into a nearby wall, she couldn't even breathe anymore.

Her wrists were chained far above her head on both sides and suddenly there was a rattle and the floor beneath her feet then moved downward. She hung limply down from her already aching wrists. That's gonna hurt for a while...she thought bitterly.

….

Never had he been that hard. Just from watching the useless attempts of his little girl to free her tiny wrists, his exitement had grown considerably. He saw as the steel of the chains tore her skin apart and the red liquid flowing down her pale arms. He switched the lights off and told Greyback, " Leave now and shut the door. Keep an eye on the other side and make sure no one gets in or out except me..." Greyback felt the disappointment settle down low in his stomach. When he didn't obey immediately, Venator growled threateningly and turned towards Greyback, who almost bolted for the door. If he angered his Alpha now, he would be punished for definites and the chances of getting a small piece of the girl would shrink.

And that would be a pure waste. She was exactly his type of girl he liked. His member suddenly stood to attention in his trousers. Maybe I need her more than I thought...He kept close next to the door and tried to get a sneak peek through the keyhole but all he could see was darkness. He grabbed a nearby stool and plunked himself on it next to the door.

….

Shivering and with hurting wrists, Abigail still hung limply down from her chains and still, Venator didn't do anything but to stare at her. Then, slowly, he moved forward until she could feel the heat of his body warming her own.

She felt his hands snake their way under her top, caressing the soft but scarred skin there. Goosebumps erupted all over her body at his touch and she tried to move away but, of course, she couldn't. He noticed her attempts and suddenly got very angry. Abigail lurched her elbow forward in an attempt to hit him. He removed his hands from her skin and instead placed them on the thin fabric of her top.

"When I'm finished with you, you're not going to be conscious enough to even think of striking me." And with that his claws moved over the fabric and tore it from the body. He was not very careful as he did it and so the lowered floor beneath Abigail was soon covered with blood.

Her beautiful screams were like music in his ears and her begging voice almost drove him into madness.

When he finally finished, leaving only her underwear (or the pieces of it) on her body. He eyed her upper body and was proud. My little girl has grown to a well-endowed woman...I wonder if she's still fresh...

He looked into her eyes and found them a lot less confident than before. He moved his lips to her ear and whispered: "You've grown a lot, sweetheart. Now, tell your daddy…Are ya still his innocent little girl?"

The last part of the question was merely breathed than said and Abigail knew it was a threat. Her breath hitched when she saw the blink of the sharp blade he now pulled out of his belt.

"I asked you a question, girl!" he suddenly bellowed.

"Y-yes, I-I a-am…" her voice trailed off, she knew her lie was too weak.

"First rule: I am the Alpha and you don't ever lie or disobey me. 'Cause if you do, I will not only notice, but punish you! That should be clear. So answer my question!" She lowered her head and whispered: "N-no, I'm n-not…"

He felt the blood shoot up in his face as his anger grew again. "So my little girl didn't reserve her body for her daddy? After all the long time we haven't seen each other, I expected to be a little more...missed. I'm really disappointed in you, my girl…" He let his claw graze the soft skin at her neck.

"W-who are you?" It was the first time Abigail dared speak out without being asked. She feared another beating but instead she heard him chuckle.

"Ahh I admit, I have totally forgotten that you don't even know why you are here!" He chuckled lowly, his laugh turning into a soft growl, "Well then, you have at least have an idea of what's to come next..."

….

Greyback was beginning to get bored from the lack of screams or noises coming from the girl inside the room. But then suddenly there were screams but the source was not behind him. He stood up and peered around the corner of the dirty stone wall. The first thing he saw was a shadow of a masculine figure holding another. The held one hit and fought against the bigger one who shouted and threatened. Greyback soon realized the fighting one was a girl. She had long, dark-brown wild hair with strands of red in it.

Her striking green-blue eyes were filled with anger and rage and she threw her body wildly against the man's. By the time he watched the little fight of the girl with the man Greyback almost feared the man could break her little bones before he could. So he slowly stalked over to them and soon recognized the man: it was Phellan, one of the dominant and hunting males of the pack. He had a pretty high status in the hierarchy and was the strongest of the males, apart from Greyback and Venator of course.

The little thing is still fighting. Compared to her tiny body she's got a lot of will, though…

"Oi, what's goin' on there?" Greyback called. The girl finally stopped thrashing around and took in his threatening presence. And so did he. She was simply irresistible with her wild hair, of which some strands hung in her face, covering her eyes, with her skimpy clothes that only covered maybe half of her skin. Greyback licked his lips and looked up expectantly at Phellan.

"I found the little bitch near our supply hut. She'd already stolen sacks of food until I finally found her…" He muttered.

He was about to leave again and dragged the girl forward when Greyback noticed the girl's pleading look. He was her only savior, now. I you knew, girly… He thought menacingly.

"Phellan, I'll take 'er." Greyback said slowly, "Alpha's got business to do right now...Hand the pretty little girl over..."

A/N: Soooooooo, that was the third chapter! How was it? Please tell me if you liked it! You have no idea how much your reviews mean to me!