Chapter 165 - WAKING UP BACK HOME **WARNING!! POSSIBLE EMOTIONAL TRIGGER**

I felt a painful ache in my head as I started to wake up. Usually, I only woke up with a headache like this after I got blind drunk. But that was weird, I didn't remember drinking last night. Actually, I didn't really remember anything at all.

What the hell happened to me? Why was my head pounding like this? Was I at the bar with EZ last night? Did he let me get blind drunk or something? But EZ never lets me drink that much. When I get that drunk, I tend to do things that I wouldn't normally do. Like sleeping with some random guy from the bar.

Wait a minute! That's what I did. Only it wasn't last night, it was almost seven months ago. I had a man after a difficult case and I had taken him home with me. That man was my mate, that man was my husband, that man was the father of my baby.. "KYLE!"

I called his name as I tried to sit up. I say tried, because I wasn't actually able to move at all. I was chained to a bed, laying on my back with my head on a pillow.

"What the hell?" I thought that I was just speaking into the semi dark but that was when someone responded.

That was how I knew that my head was hurting way too much. The throbbing pain was taking over and blocking out my senses, like smell, for one.

"I see that you're finally awake. I was starting to worry there for a little bit." That was Victor's voice that responded to my question. I had been away from my pack for over a decade, and when he came to my home to threaten and take me, I recognized him instantly.

It was hard not to recognize him for who he really was. I had seen his sneering face for years and I had been dreaming about it for months. Victor's bright hazel eyes, chiseled features, and perfectly styled dark blond hair made a lot of women drool over him. That and the permanent tan and firm muscles made him a good catch in the eyes of many women. Still, that face of his would cause me nothing but revulsion and anger.

I knew what this man was truly like. I have seen beneath his perfectly crafted mask, I knew the monster underneath. I had seen what he was capable of and ever since then, whenever I looked at him, all I saw was the stuff that nightmares are made out of.

"Where am I, Victor? Where did you take me?" I was hoping that we were still in the city. I was hoping that he wouldn't have taken me too far from home.

"Why, you're back in your home." He grinned at me.

"Really? I don't recognize this room, it's nothing like my house. And if I am in my home then untie me so I can go find my baby."

"You're not in that home, silly." He giggled softly. "You're back at your one true home. We're in the pack house, the one you used to live in with your parents. It's my house now, but the pack is still your home. And, if my memories do not fail me, this is actually your old room."

"What?"

I finally took a close look around the room. I was seeing things that I had not seen in a long time. There were my posters that I had put on the wall, though they had been ripped or slashed by claws. Across the room from where I was sitting was my old dresser, but it was broken and sitting at an odd angle.

Everything in here was mine, that was true, but it had all been destroyed. I was certain that I knew what had happened in here and I didn't need to ask him for clarification. Though, apparently, he wanted to give me a rundown of what had happened.

"I am saddened to say that I was beyond upset by your sudden departure from the pack. When I took over in your stead, I made a few mistakes. I might have destroyed a few things, but they have all since been replaced so there is no need to worry about anything."

I wasn't worried about it at all. What I was worried about was my baby and my husband. I needed to get back home and make sure that they were safe. And I also needed to know how we had gotten here so fast. Or, is it possible that I have been unconscious longer than I thought I had?

"How did I get here?" I glared at him as I fought against the chains that he had secured me with. They were thick, and I could possibly break them, but it would take some effort and strength that I seemed to be lacking at the moment.

"Oh, it's easy to do things when you have money and a private plane." He smirked and showed me that look that used to drive all the pack females crazy.

"You're a sick son of a bitch, you know that?" I spat the words at him while also spitting at him for real. The phlegm that I sent his way landed a few feet short, falling on the floor between us.

Victor must not have liked that though, because he came up to me and slapped me across the face, hard.

"I am the Alpha of this pack now, and you will follow the rules and do as I tell you. And that means that you will also respect me."

"Oh, you're the Alpha now, I never knew that." I glared at him. "I never would have known about it at all unless you told me, Victor. Should I congratulate you?" My sarcasm made him grimace.

"You're lucky that you're pretty. And that I can have plenty of fun with you even after I cut out your tongue." He leaned forward then, lowering his body over me. It was easy to do now since he came to stand so close when he smacked me. "I want you to remember, Jacy, I can make your life a living nightmare, or I can make it a dream. That is your choice to make. Just don't come crying to me if you make the wrong one.

At that moment, Victor pressed his lips against mine and forced his tongue into my mouth. I instantly wanted to gag and force him away, but I still couldn't move at all.

This wasn't the first time that I had felt his repulsive lips on mine. He had forced himself on me when I was younger as well. It was back when I was maybe thirteen. He had cornered me in a room with half a dozen of his cronies behind him. At the time Victor was just about to turn eighteen and thought that he could do whatever he wanted in life.

That encounter had not stopped with just the kiss, and had it not been for the sound of someone approaching, I would have been forced to lose my virginity to him right then and there.

I hadn't lost it then, but I did two months later, when he was eighteen and he was once again alone with me at the pack house. I had never told anyone, even EZ or Kyle about what Victor did to me personally when I was younger.

He used to hit me and touch me inappropriately since the time that I was approaching the age of ten. There was a time when I was little that I was afraid of him, but as I got older, I just hated him. I knew that the reason he only ever came after me with a group of people was because he was afraid that I was stronger than him. And I know that he was wanting to establish a relationship with me so that he could convince people that we were meant to be. The problem was, that I constantly told people that I hated him and didn't trust him. Had I been brave enough back then to tell people what he had done to me I wonder if things would have gone differently. I know now that my parents probably would have killed him, but at the time I didn't know that.

I was smarter now than I was back then, and I wasn't going to let him do as he pleased with me, not this time. I bit down, hard, on his tongue that was in my mouth. I instantly tasted blood and that made me want to gag, but it accomplished what I wanted to. He pulled away from me with a shout of pain. He punched me across the face as he growled angrily but he didn't say a word.

After he hit me, Victor spat the blood from his mouth onto the floor. That was when he started to talk again.

"I suggest you learn what is best for you, Jacy. I will have you as mine. I will marry you and you will bear my pups. I will have the best heirs ever and you will be my obedient wife. If you won't do it willingly, then I can always keep you imprisoned like this for the rest of your life. Make your choice on how you want your future to look."

With that, he turned and stormed out of the room. As he walked away, I yelled one more thing at his retreating back.

"I will never stop fighting you! I would rather die than ever let you touch me again."