The Beast's Possession

**Bane

pov**

The days passed by and mixed in one big, jumbled mess of a blur. Lately, even the air in the packhouse felt heavy and oppressive, but at the same time, the mood was something like the calm before a storm. Every day, my body moved without my command, against my will while the fucker relished in my misery, making it a point to emphasize every thing he could do and I had no power over.

My muscles were tense, painful, almost like my body had developed a mind of its own and did its best to fight against the influence of the monstrous being that had no business controlling us, but the same as me, the body was too weak. And now, as he stalked down the halls, chest puffed out like some hero, my men scattered at the sight of him, too scared to end up anywhere near him. Anywhere near me.

They learned the hard way that it was better to stay out of his way.

I couldn't help but let out a bitter chuckle that he ignored, the same as the few words I had uttered after he took over my body all over again. But this time, I didn't want to catch his attention. The slip-up was just that, a slip-up.

The situation was ridiculous, too absurd to believe, but here I was, a living, trapped example of how awful a life could be to someone who was nothing but one of many of the victims, forced to suffer the consequences of someone's else's doings.

As he kept moving forward, almost like he had a goal on his mind, I could feel the helplessness fading and slowly being replaced with the rage. But the powerful emotion that was boiling in my veins, setting my skin on fire, wasn't my own. It was his.

My nails dug into my palms until they broke the skin and drew blood, but the pain wasn't enough to stop the body from moving - not me - him.

"You call yourselves warriors? Someone worthy of being a part of a pack as great and powerful as this one?" The monster roared at the men parting in his way, using my damn voice that sounded nothing like myself. He sounded too angry, tone too laced with venom.

He spun on his heel to face a group of men lingering around the door of one of many rooms down this particular hallway. Their eyes widened in horror, but none of them dared to speak out of turn.

"Cowards!" My - no, his fists slammed into the nearest wall, splintering the wood beneath the force of the punch. I could feel the skin on my knuckles split and sting in pain, feel the blood dripping down my fingers.

This was one of the things I hated the most how he abused and broke my body with no regard, enjoying the ride of the high horse while I was the one suffering. But not only me, I could whine and bitch all I wanted, because while I became a prisoner locked in my own body, the pack members were the ones who were taking the brunt of his anger.

And even now, facing the rage of this bastard, they didn't respond to his words and anger. All of them knew better than that. Or so I thought.

An older pack member took a step forward, that brave fool, and sucked in a deep breath before he spoke up. "Alpha, we-"

He tried, but the monster had no patience with anyone. "Silence!" He screamed, cutting off the poor man, scaring him into looking like a small, scolded child. The old man stepped back in his place, but that wasn't enough for the bastard controlling me. He glared at my men and hissed, "you dare to speak out of turn? Dare to stand here and defy me? Spit in my face?"

The old man tried to respond, most likely intent to deny the baseless accusations, but it was too late, the monster was already moving. I could only watch how my hand grabbed the front of the weaker man's shirt and lifted his body as if he weighed nothing.

The man gasped, his hand instantly covered mine, clawing at the skin in a desperate attempt to free himself from the grip. But it didn't help, the monster's hold only tightened.

"Weak," I heard my voice that again, wasn't my own, echoing against the walls around us. "All of you, fucking weak. Spineless worms, that's the best you can do."

With a flick of my arm, the old man was tossed across the hall. I gasped, watching how the man hit the wall hard and fell to the floor with a loud, painful groan. The others didn't move to help him up, frozen in fear, too terrified to move a muscle.

Worst of all, the monster was enjoying this. The fear around us that paralyzed the pack members fed this asshole, he relished in it, sucked it up like there was no tomorrow.

I couldn't take it, I tried to scream and trash against him, bang my fists against the invisible barrier that separated me from my mind and my body, but nothing. Not a word left my lips, not a command, not even a growl that would usually shake the windows.

My hands clawed at my hair, grabbing onto it and yanking until I ripped some out. I was at the end of my rope, desperate to break free and fight my way out while this asshole was relishing in my suffering. The more I did, the more I fought against him, the more its power grew and grip on me tightened.

"You fools thing you can hide from me?" He suddenly snarled, addressing no one in particular and everyone around us at the same time. "You think you can stand here and defy me? I am your Alpha. I am your God. You have no right to breathe until I allow you to."

Inside the cage I was locked in, I screamed again, louder this time. Not in anger and madness, but in desperation. I wanted to find a way to stop this, to protect my pack from the influence of this thing that pretended to be me, but I couldn't get out. Fighting was useless, the monster only took my energy and fed on it, using my life force to feed his own.

"This pack is mine and mine only," he declared and started pacing the hall, eyes scanning the terrified faces of the men I knew were scared of nothing - except for what I had become. "And I will destroy everyone who dares as much as think about standing in my way. I don't offer a choice, this is not your fucking fairytale idea about with me or against me. No, weaklings, it's nothing alike. In my pack, you stand with me or you're dead."