Chapter 1 Demons in her life

CONTENT WARNING:

This story explores sensitive themes, including sexual assault, abuse, trauma, and violence. Please read with discretion.

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Nivilia Carson

In the unique country of Moongladea, the Craving Spell is one of the most sought-after ancient spells. Mates unable to form mind links use it as a substitute. Those who need a little help with lovemaking use it to reignite lost flames of pleasure for as long as they want. 

However, for Nivilia Carson, a wolfless omega, the Craving Spell is a demon. A demon that allows her enemies to exploit her. 

These enemies are none other than her father and brother.

Well, adoptive. 

Twenty years ago, the Carsons, a low-caste Beta wolf family, adopted baby Nivilia, who had been brutally dumped at the doorstep of the decrepit Gazon Orphanage.

For many years, they doted on Nivilia. 

‘Niv’, they often called her. 

They showered her with affection and made sure she didn’t lack anything, including the best education one could get in Lower Moongladea.

It never mattered to them that she was an omega who didn’t seem to have a wolf.

But a day after Niv’s nineteenth birthday, all that affection grew fickle when Nivilia overheard her father, Olwen, arguing with her mother, Salama, about their plans to sell her off to a rich household in Upper Moongladea. Since that region was where high-caste wolves resided, Olwen was hoping to get a significant, life-changing opportunity to live in the same city as the Lycan King.

While Nivilia was battling with what she had just heard, her brother, Lukas, outed her for eavesdropping.

That evening was the starting point of her hell.

But she didn’t realise this until the next day when she woke up to excruciating pain in her stomach. Nothing she did to make the pain stop worked, nor did her family bother with rushing her to the clinic. 

When it eventually stopped, Nivilia sensed that something was different about her. 

She found out what that was later in the evening when her father crept his hands past her gown while she was asleep. He groped her left breast so hard that she was startled out of her sleep. 

However, despite being shocked to the point of shuddering, she couldn’t push him away.

As he roughly squeezed her breast, a strange spark rushed through her, and she seemed to want more of that awfully forbidden touch.

She realised why when Olwen, with a sickly smile, told her that he had used the Craving Spell to create a sexual link between her body and his. 

‘Just let this happen, Niv. Don’t bother fighting this,’ he had said with his hot breath against her neck, after which he licked the tears that had streamed down her face. 

This soon became a routine. 

Almost every night, her adoptive father would tiptoe into her room and demand things Nivilia always thought she would only do with her mate. And, no matter how fervently she begged her body to resist him, it never listened. 

Once his ‘visits’ became regular, the Craving Spell grew stronger, making it harder to control the urges.

Many times, even when he wasn’t next to her, she would feel herself burning up and wishing to be touched by him again. Even while she cried and mentally tore herself apart for wanting such a filthy thing, her body remained out of control.

So, there she was, torn between fighting to be free from the shackles of her father’s abuse and not being able to physically fight because she had truly been caged in this horrible feeling of arousal. 

And worse, she could not tell a soul about it. 

‘It would ruin our family’, Olwen Carson often warned with the sweetest voice.

Other times, he’d boastfully warn, ‘If you say a word, I’ll prove to everyone that you’re a slut. I mean, look at you. You can’t stay in the same room with me without panting for a taste. It won’t be hard to prove that you’re really a slut.’

After about three months of being at that monster’s beck and call, Nivilia became a shell of herself. 

She had become too weak from the inner battle and from bottling up the hefty secret between her and her father. She bottled it up so tightly that even when neighbours and her friends from school wondered why she was getting leaner, she merely smiled and lied about being fine. 

Little did she know that the worst was yet to come. 

Shortly after, Niv’s mother was transferred to the Upper Moongladea for a special task in the Royal Administrative Office of the Lycan King.

Upon hearing that news, Nivilia decided she needed to snatch up this chance to leave the house for good. So, even though she didn’t reveal the secret, she pleaded with her mother to take her along. 

The older she-wolf shot down her request and told her that she was being too needy. 

Just like that, her chance to escape vanished before she could catch a glimpse. 

The day Niv’s mother left the house, Olwen Carson widened the scope of his filthy exploitation. It hadn’t even been two hours since his wife left when he grabbed Niv from behind and dragged her trousers down. 

From that moment on, he didn’t bother waiting till nighttime to find her. Any time of the day, the moment he sighted her, he pulled her close and used her as he pleased. 

Then, as if everything so far wasn’t hell enough, days after her mother’s travel, while Olwen used his wife’s vibrator on her nipples, her brother walked in on them. Niv was happier than ashamed when she saw the shock in his eyes. She ran out of the laundry room with a vivid imagination of being free from the spell and Olwen dancing in her head.

But… even her brother wanted in. 

By the next day, Lukas had already created a link using the Craving Spell. 

Soon enough, Nivilia became a zombie in that house. 

She stopped attending school and drowned in the saddening routine of waking up to a dreadful day, doing chores and being pulled between father and son, who shared the common trait of having these horrifying, unending desires. 

Over and over, they kept sharing her, even creating a timetable at some point, like she was some sort of toy that had no value. 

Maybe that was what she was. 

Well, Nivilia, on her twentieth birthday, decided that wouldn’t be the case anymore. 

While trembling in a corner of the house, she made a call to her mother, who had been communicating less and less with the family. She told her mother everything, she didn’t leave out a single detail.

That woman scoffed after Niv said everything.

Her mother… scoffed.

And she asked, ‘Is it a crime for them to have some fun? Don't act like you don't love it, Niv. Spread those fat thighs and enjoy it while it lasts.’ 

Nivilia, who, by some sheer resolve, still hadn’t completely broken down, felt utterly gutted upon hearing that.

She could not even cry. Or maybe she had lost the will to feel anything. 

She just stared at the phone that had slipped out of her hand after that response from her mother.

Then, Lukas found her. As he mumbled his usual nonsense into her ear, Niv inwardly laughed at herself. She laughed at how foolish she had been. 

She had been foolishly protecting a family that never cared about her. A family that definitely wasn’t interested in protecting her. 

Her position in the Carson family became super clear that evening.

So, for the first time since the abuse started, she summoned courage, gathered some basic things and ran away from home. 

But… the Craving Spell, being the demon it was, gave her location away. 

After they dragged her home, they whipped out handcuffs and ropes. And they… they molested her at the same time. 

They laughed when she wailed. They mocked her when she pleaded for them to stop. 

‘Stop screaming like you don’t like it, Niv,’ Olwen had taunted. 

‘You make such a good slut,’  Lukas added. ‘Look at you taking both of us so well. Who would have thought.’

‘We should have done this earlier,’ Olwen laughed.

When they were done, immense pain had replaced the disgusting arousal she used to feel. This pain wrenched every inch of her body, soul and spirit.

However, despite the pain and itching tears in her eyes, she ran away again in the dead of the night. 

Her escape ended the same way. They found her and reminded her that there was nowhere she could hide from them.

It didn’t matter which corner of Lower Moongladea she hid in. It didn’t matter how far away. It never made much difference whenever she sought help from the Lower Moongladea guards or passers-by because her father and brother easily claimed that she was mental. 

Perhaps she was really mental. Or too tired of being broken apart by those monsters. 

Because, no matter how much they roughened, overpowered and mocked her, Nivilia did not give up. 

So, for the eleventh time, Nivilia has planned another escape tonight. 

However, this time, there was just one problem– she had run out of significant places to hide. 

The Upper Moongladea would have been the most ideal place, but how would a lowly, wolfless omega like her even get passage right?

Anyway, after minutes of hiding in the bathroom, a thought dropped in her mind. It seemed like a ridiculous idea, but maybe hiding in the Namban Hockey Stadium (NHS) could work.

The NHS, home to Moongladea’s international-winning ice hockey team, is a place where all wolves of Moongladea often gathered to cheer on their team. 

While she was not sure if there would be a game tonight, this idea was worth exploring.

So, after she was cornered by the father-son who went to sleep right after, she washed up, patched herself with some pain relief patches, grabbed her tattered bag and cautiously rushed out of the house with a pounding heart.