CHAPTER 7
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Note: Chapter contains attempted s****l assault.
The warriors had found another trail heading east from the Black Blood Night packhouse, we followed it as far as it went, and then the trail went cold. That was three separate scent trails in the last few days, it was almost like this guy planned the whole thing, to lead us on a wild goose chase. Alexander tripled the guards at the border to our land, and there had been no more unknown intruders since, but everyone was still on edge.
I hadn’t slept properly since the attack. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back to that night, wandering the halls alone, trying to fight off the man with nobody to rescue me. Alex suggested that I might be suffering from some sort of post-traumatic stress disorder, but when I had gone to speak with the doctor about it, he didn’t seem to worried. He conceded that if it continued for any longer than a month, that I should come back and he would give me something to help calm my nerves.
Alex was more possessive than usual, he barely left my side, even when I showered, he was right there in the bathroom with me. It was frustrating but I understood why he was acting that way.
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I jerked upright in the bed, awoken by my own screams. I was covered in a sheath of sweat and my skin felt like it was burning from the inside out. I turned to find Alex but he wasn’t in the bed at all. “Alex!?”, I yelled, breathing heavily.
I wave of pain spread through my stomach and my skin grew impossibly hotter with it. I slid out of bed and walked slowly towards the bathroom, using one of my arms to keep a hold of anything within reach while the other was wrapped around my middle. My eyesight was blurred and it looked like the room was pulsing along with my racing heartbeat.
I flung the shower door open and turned the cold water on before stepping in. I didn’t even bother to take my clothes off, just got in and sat on the floor, curling in on myself, hoping that the pain wouldn’t be so bad if I made myself smaller.
The coolness of the water helped a little, it made the burning on my skin subside, although the fire within me grew larger by the minute. I hugged my stomach tighter, but it was useless.
Time didn’t feel the same, I couldn’t tell whether I’d been in here for minutes or hours. The pain would subside just long enough for me to catch my breath, before another wave would hit; each one worse than the last. I’d screamed out a few times, unable to stop myself; I felt like I was dying.
Where in the goddess’s name was Alex? He’d promised he wouldn’t leave me behind again after what happened last time, and now he had snuck off during the night.
“Alex, we need you”, Harlow panted. She seemed just as breathless as I felt, but I trusted that she would be able to get through to Alex and Enzo for us. A few minutes later I heard the bedroom door crash open. I felt relief wash over me, thinking that Alex had heard our cries for him.
I turned to look at the door and my heart sank. Andrew Mills- the i***t who used to push Alex to bully me at school, who Alex demoted from Beta to Omega just because of the way he treated me- was standing there, his eyes blacker than the moonless night sky. He seemed to be in some sort of trance as he stood there, completely still, other than his nostrils that flared with every inhalation.
I recoiled from his stare, “Get out”, I said, meaning to sound angry but instead it came out all choked and breathless.
He took one step towards the shower, then another. “Go away”, I said, a little louder this time. His eyes briefly pulsed, from black to green, then back again. His top lip curled back and I watched his canines extend.
“Alex!”, I screamed as loud as I could.
Andrew pulled the shower door open and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me up to my feet. The fire inside me felt like it had exploded. My arms had been holding it in place, but releasing my grip on my stomach, I felt the whole force of it hit me at once.
I wailed in pain, unable to move. Andrew dragged me from the bathroom throwing me on the bed. I pulled myself back towards the head of the bed, still screaming and yelling from the agony I was in.
Harlow began howling for Alexander, as Andrew crawled onto the bed and came towards me. He gripped my ankles and yanked me forward, forcing me to lay down. I kicked and punched at him, trying to get away, but the fire was making my efforts futile.
His disgusting hands were groping at my skin, ripping at my soaked clothing. “Get off me!”, I begged, “Please, Andrew, don’t so this.”
My screams had turned to sobs as he overpowered me. I was exhausted from the pain and from trying to get him off of me. I pushed at his shoulders, a last-ditch attempt at saving myself from what he was clearly trying to do.
He grasped my wrists and held them above my head, pressing them down to the bed so hard that I started to lose the feeling in my fingertips. “Please, stop”, I said, one more time.
Just as Andrew leant down towards my exposed breasts, the bedroom door sailed across the room, crashing into the wall on the opposite side of the room and breaking into pieces.
Alex had Andrew by the throat in a heartbeat and had him pressed against the wall, his feet dangling a foot off the ground. Andrew was still struggling, his eyes crazed and full of lust. “Just let me have a taste”, he choked out, trying to pry Alex’s hands from his neck.
Alex’s eyes turned to look at me, and even his pupils dilated and pulsed between black and his normal blue. I held my breath, afraid that he was going to have the same reaction to me as Andrew had.
Travis ran into the room then, followed by two other pack members. Alexander practically threw Andrew towards them before ushering them all out of the room. He walked calmly towards me; his eyes cautious.
“I know you’re probably terrified right now. But I need to get you to another room where you’ll be safe”, he spoke quietly. I let out a sigh and nodded, “I think I’m in heat”, I stated.
“I know”, he said before lifting me into his arms and taking me to the room next to ours.
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