A broken moan slipped past Jacob's lips as his body trembled beneath Damon's relentless control. He tried—desperately—to suppress the sound, to swallow the weakness threatening to spill from him, but it was useless. Every movement, every forceful thrust of Damon's hips only drove the sensation deeper, leaving him overwhelmed and unable to fight back.
"Please… enough…" Jacob begged, his voice shaking, fragile and hoarse from hours of pleading.
But the beast behind him did not listen.
Damon—no, not entirely Damon anymore—moved with ruthless intensity, his control long gone, replaced by something darker, something far more dangerous. Jacob could feel it in every harsh motion, in every breath that ghosted over his skin like a warning.
He tried to push himself up from where he lay face-down on the bed, his arms trembling violently as he struggled to lift his own weight. But exhaustion had already claimed him. His strength was gone.
Completely gone.
Hours had passed since this punishment began.
Hours of enduring something he had feared from the very beginning.
"Sh*t… you're so tight," Damon growled behind him, his voice thick with aggression as he continued without pause.
Jacob's fingers curled helplessly into the sheets, his knuckles turning white. Tears streamed endlessly down his face, soaking into the fabric beneath him. They hadn't stopped—not once—not since it began.
"Please… I won't do it again…" Jacob whispered weakly. "Just… spare me, Alpha…"
For a brief moment, Damon stilled.
Hope flickered faintly in Jacob's chest.
Maybe he would stop.
Maybe it was over.
But that fragile hope shattered just as quickly as it came.
With overwhelming strength, Damon grabbed him and flipped him onto his back, forcing Jacob to face him directly.
Jacob's eyes were red and swollen, his cheeks damp with tears that refused to dry.
"Alpha—" he tried to speak, his voice barely holding together.
But the word never fully left his lips.
Damon crashed his mouth against Jacob's in a rough, punishing kiss that stole whatever breath Jacob had left. There was no care in it—no gentleness. It was harsh, bruising, filled with something that made Jacob's chest tighten painfully.
Jacob tried to resist, tried to keep his mouth closed, but Damon's grip on his face tightened, forcing him to yield.
There was no escape.
Damon deepened the kiss, overwhelming him completely, leaving Jacob breathless and disoriented. It wasn't affection—it was control. A reminder.
A claim.
Even as Jacob struggled, even as his body trembled beneath him, Damon didn't stop. The relentless pace continued, leaving Jacob no choice but to endure everything being forced upon him.
And somewhere in the chaos of pain, confusion, and exhaustion…
There was warmth.
A dangerous warmth that Jacob hated himself for noticing.
His body betrayed him.
Despite everything—despite the fear, the pain, the humiliation—his reactions spiraled beyond his control. His entire body trembled violently, overwhelmed by sensations he could no longer separate.
"You… little slut," Damon muttered with a dark smirk, his voice laced with mockery. "You keep resisting… and yet your body says otherwise."
Jacob turned his face away, unable to respond, shame burning through him.
Because it was true.
No matter how much he resisted…
His body reacted.
Again and again.
"Ahh…" Jacob gasped as Damon's movements grew faster, more intense, pushing him further past his limits.
He tried to breathe—tried to steady himself—but Damon pulled him closer, holding him tightly, leaving him with no space, no escape.
Everything became too much.
Too overwhelming.
His body tensed sharply, his toes curling as a wave of sensation crashed through him once more, leaving him shaking uncontrollably.
"F*ck!" Damon groaned, his control finally snapping as he drove forward one last time.
After a few more movements, his strength gave way, and his body collapsed on top of Jacob's, both of them breathing heavily.
Jacob's vision blurred, his mind barely able to process what had just happened. He felt Damon slowly pull away, the sensation sending a shudder through his already exhausted body.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Damon shifted slightly, lifting himself just enough to look down at Jacob.
His expression had changed.
The rage was still there—but quieter now.
Colder.
He reached out, brushing his thumb lightly against Jacob's lips, as if testing something.
"I hope you've learned your lesson, Jacob," Damon said in a low, controlled voice.
Jacob said nothing.
"Disobeying me," Damon continued, "means you face the consequences."
*The Next Day*
The following morning, Jacob refused to leave his room.
He had locked himself inside, shutting out the entire world—including the pack, the noise, and most of all, Damon.
His body still aches.
Every slight movement reminded him of what had happened in the restraining room. Even sitting up felt like a challenge.
But more than the physical pain…
It was the shame that kept him hidden.
Jacob sat on his bed, wrapped tightly in a thick blanket, as though it could protect him from everything—his thoughts, his memories, and the marks left behind his skin.
Because he knew.
No matter how much he tried to hide them…
They were still there.
A knock echoed from the door.
Jacob didn't respond.
He didn't want to.
Before he could say anything, the door opened anyway, and Beta stepped inside.
"What are you doing here, Beta?" Jacob asked flatly, his voice drained of emotion as he pulled the blanket tighter around himself.
The Beta carried a tray of food and medicine, placing it carefully on the side table.
"The Alpha told me to bring these," he said. "For your body."
Jacob didn't answer.
He simply turned his gaze toward the veranda, staring blankly outside as if nothing else mattered.
Beta sighed quietly, studying him.
He noticed everything.
The slight swelling on Jacob's cheek.
The cut on his lip.
The way he refused to move.
"You said the Alpha wouldn't hurt you," the Beta said after a moment.
Jacob glanced at him briefly.
"If you had just let us stay outside the restraining room… this wouldn't have happened," Beta added, his voice carrying both frustration and concern.
There was sadness in his eyes.
Over time, the two of them had grown close. Despite their arguments, there was an understanding between them.
A fragile friendship.
But Jacob didn't want to talk about it.
Didn't want to remember.
"Eat," Beta said gently. "And take the medicine. It'll help with the pain—"
"Shut the h*ll up!" Jacob snapped suddenly, his voice sharp and filled with pent-up anger.
The Beta didn't react.
He simply continued arranging the food.
"Just eat," he repeated calmly. "I'll help you treat your wounds after."
Jacob glared at him, irritation flashing in his eyes.
But in the end…
He gave in.
Slowly, he loosened the blanket and reached for the food.
As the fabric slipped from his shoulders, the marks on his skin became visible.
Bruises.
Faint cuts.
Dark marks along his neck.
The Beta froze for a brief moment.
Then, deliberately, he looked away, focusing instead on the medicine.
Silence filled the room once more.
After a few bites, Jacob spoke again. "Why are you the only one the Alpha allows to come near me?"
Beta paused after hearing his question. Then he answered. "Because he trusts me."
Jacob frowned slightly. "Trust you with what?"
Beta glanced at him, his expression unreadable.
"With the fact that I won't look at you the way others do."
Jacob's brows furrowed deeper because of confusion. "What does that mean?"
But the Beta only shook his head. "It's nothing you need to worry about."
Jacob fell silent again.
But the unease settled deep within him.
Because somehow…
That answer only made everything feel worse.