“Pretty little thing, isn’t she, Alpha?” One asks from behind me. “And owned?”
“I’m not owned,” I snap.
“Oh, trouble trouble…” The one that jumped from the tree laughs, his hungry gaze sweeping over me. “You’re very pretty, darling.” He tells me, coming closer. I take a step back with each step that he takes towards me, until im backed against the tree.
I gulp, my hands trembling. “I don’t want any trouble, I’ll get out of your way, I’m just lost.”
“And I found you,” he smirks, trying to touch me, but I flinch, turning my face away. “Finders keepers, no? Hmm, you’ll make a very pretty toy. Won’t she?”
“Indeed, she will,” Another says, a shorter man with a scar on the side of his face. “Can we share this one? I like how pretty she smells.”
“Yes, Alpha. Can we take turns with her?” Som
