My Lycan Miracle

My head was jerked backwards, my scalp screaming in pain as someone snatched my hair from behind. "Where do you think you're going, stupid b***h?" I tried to cry out, but a gloved hand was clamped over my mouth, cutting off my air. I was hauled backwards, my feet scrambling for purchase on the icy ground. I felt cold metal touch my throat and knew instantly what it was. A knife. My struggles intensified tenfold as fear coursed through me. What was going to happen to me? I was petrified by the things racing through my mind. The man holding me pressed the tip of the blade gently against my throat. I caught a whiff of his scent, it was Matt. The Alpha's heir and my fated mate. "Shut the f**k up, Raylyn," he said. He began dragging me backwards towards one of the nearby warehouses. I glanced around frantically, hoping someone would see what was happening and come to my rescue. No one was around. It was just me and my assailant. I tried to scream, but his hand was locked in place, and all I could manage were muffled cries. He was dragging me towards a warehouse, and I dug in my heels, but it was useless. I couldn't break his hold on me, and I stopped fighting. I knew it didn't matter what I did; there was no winning this fight. I could feel his eyes on me as he dragged me from behind. I didn't want to look at him because I knew that if I looked at him, he would see how scared I was and he would be even more thrilled by it. I kept my eyes straight ahead, focusing on the empty parking lot. My heart pounded like it was about to burst out of my chest. The sound of my ragged breathing filled my ears. My throat constricted with fear, and it felt like my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth. I was convinced that if I failed to say something, he would know how terrified I was. As if reading my mind, he said, "I know you're scared, so there's no need to be scared anymore. You'll be fine. You can just let go now." "Let go?" I said hoarsely. "Let go of what?" "Let go of your fear," he said. I took a few deep breaths and tried to slow down my heart rate. "I'm not afraid," I said, trying to convince myself that it was true. "I'm not afraid of you, Matt." "I don't believe you," he said, laughing. "You're afraid of me but you're still trying to convince yourself that you're not." I swallowed hard and tried to keep my mind blank so as not to give away my fear. We walked in silence for a while, then I asked him, "Is this far enough?" "This is just right," he replied. He turned me toward him and pushed me against the side of the wall. My head banged against the bricks. I yelped out in pain and then asked him, "Did you hear that? You hurt me!" He ignored me and pulled out a roll of duct tape from his back pocket. He held a small piece of it in front of my face and said, "This is just right!" I threw my hand up to shield my face, but he was too quick. He slapped the tape over my mouth and put his hand on my shoulder. He pushed me to the ground where I landed on my back. He kicked my feet apart and grabbed my ankles. He used the tape to tie my feet together. I was lying on my back, unable to move. Matt walked behind me and grabbed hold of my jacket. He rolled me on my side and grabbed hold of my arms. I squirmed in pain as he pulled them behind my back and secured them with the tape. I was now completely helpless and at his mercy. He looked down at me, his eyes cold and unyielding. "You're going to pay for what you did to me." He walked away, leaving me lying there in agony. I knew he would be back, and I was right. He came back a few minutes later with a glass of water. He knelt down beside me and held the glass to my lips. "Here, drink this." I shook my head. "No!" I tried to turn away, but he grabbed my face and held it still. "You're going to drink this," he said harshly. He poured the water into my mouth and made me swallow it. I choked and coughed. He gave me another half glass, and I swallowed that too. My stomach was empty and I felt like vomiting, but I kept it down. He took the glass away and stood up. "You're going to pay for what you did to me," he said again. He walked away. I lay there for a long time, listening to the sound of his footsteps coming back and going away again over and over. I cried in pain and frustration. I tried to turn over, but I couldn't move at all. My arms were screaming at me, and each movement sent a shock of pain through my body. I tried to scream, but the tape was over my mouth, blocking me. Then I heard the sound of the footsteps coming back again. I looked up and saw Matt walking towards me with a knife in his hand. I tried to scream again, but it was pointless. The tape was too tight. I thrashed around as he came closer, the knife glinting in the light. I knew he was going to kill me. I was going to die. There was nothing I could do to stop him. I screamed as loud as I could, but no one could hear me. I closed my eyes, waiting for the knife to plunge into my chest, but nothing happened. When I opened my eyes again, he was standing in front of me, the knife still in his hand and blood dripping from it. “No,” I screamed again, but it was useless. He just held the knife to my throat, ready to slice into me at any moment. Matt scowled at the muffled sounds coming from behind the tape and ripped it painfully off my mouth. “Quiet,” he said, backhanding me with his empty hand. “You scream again, I’ll kill you.” I kept quiet and still, my heart beating fast. Then he tied my hands together and tied them to the tree. He tied my feet together and tied them to the tree too. After he had tied me up, I looked at him in disbelief. “Why are you doing this?” I said quietly, fear filling my voice. “Didn’t you hear me? I said I wouldn’t tell anyone!” "Because you need to learn to keep your filthy omega mouth shut. You will never be my Luna." "I didn't tell anyone!" I sobbed. "I swear. Please, Matt, just let me go." He didn't answer. He just stared at me, the anger in his eyes slowly replaced with a look of disgust. He shook his head and spat on the ground. "You deserve to be punished," he said. "You will get worse every time you disobey me or don't listen to what I tell you." "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice trembling. "I mean that I am going to leave you here for the other boys to find and teach you a lesson." "No, please don't," I begged. "They'll hurt me." "That's the point," he said. "Now be quiet and stay still." He left me there, alone and afraid in the dark. I could hear the other boys coming, their footsteps echoing in the distance. I struggled against the tape binding my hands and feet together hoping to break free, but it was too late. They caught me and started to beat me. I begged them to stop, but they only laughed and hit me harder. I couldn't protect myself from their blows and soon I was lying on the ground, bleeding and unconscious.