Filthy Wolves

Chapter 06

AMANDA

I soon learned that being the pack's lady came with its own set of rules and expectations. I had to dress in a certain way, behave in a certain manner, and follow the pack's code. It was stifling, but I knew that I had to play along if I wanted to keep my secrets safe.

The first rule was about attire. Ashton had laid out a set of clothes for me – tight leather pants that hugged my curves, a low-cut tank top that revealed more than I was comfortable with, and a pair of stilettos that made me feel like I was walking on needles.

"You'll wear what we tell you to wear," he had said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "It's part of your role."

I wanted to protest, to tell him that I wasn't some doll to be dressed up and paraded around, but the look in his eyes stopped me. There was a coldness there, a detachment that made me realize he wouldn't hesitate to follow through on his threats.

I struggled against their hold, but they were too strong. Blaze stepped forward, a pair of sharp scissors gleaming in his hand. The blade grazed my exposed skin, and I froze, fear coursing through my veins.

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked, my voice trembling.

Blaze smirked, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. "We own you now," he whispered, the scissors trailing down my arm, sending shivers down my spine. "You'll do as we say, or else..."

Without warning, he sliced through the fabric of my shirt, cutting it open until I was left in just my bra and the tight leather pants.

"Stop!" I cried out, trying to cover myself, but Colt grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head.

"Not bad for a nerd," he said, his gaze raking over my body as he let out a low whistle.

I felt exposed and vulnerable, my heart pounding in my chest as they leered at me. Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing me break.

Blaze ran the cold blade along my collarbone, and I flinched. "You're ours now, Amanda. Better get used to it."

Ashton stepped forward, holding a scandalous red dress that hugged every curve. "Put this on," he ordered, his voice devoid of emotion. "We're going out, and you need to look the part."

I recoiled at the sight of the revealing garment. "I'm not wearing that!"

Colt tightened his grip on my wrists, his fingers digging into my flesh. "You'll wear what we tell you to wear, or else we'll have to get... creative."

My defiance faltered as I saw the malicious glint in his eyes. Reluctantly, I nodded, and Ashton tossed the dress at me.

As I slipped into the tight fabric, I felt like a piece of meat on display. The neckline plunged dangerously low, and the hem barely covered my thighs. I tried to cover myself, but Blaze slapped my hands away.

"Don't hide yourself," he chided, running a finger along the exposed skin of my cleavage. "You look ravishing."

I shuddered at his touch, anger and humiliation burning within me. But I knew I had no choice but to obey if I wanted to keep my secrets safe.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Despite the revealing outfit, my chestnut hair remained in its usual disheveled state, and my glasses framed my face, slightly askew. I looked like a nerd who had stumbled into a seedy club by mistake.

Luther's scowl deepened as he took in my appearance. "What's with the librarian look?" he sneered. "Drop the glasses."

I instinctively clutched the frames, shaking my head defiantly. "No way. I need them to see."

Before I could react, Luther strode forward and snatched the glasses from my face. With a flick of his wrist, he sent them crashing to the floor, the lenses shattering into pieces.

"You won't be needing those anymore," he said, his tone brooking no argument. He produced a small case and snapped it open, revealing a pair of contact lenses. "Put these in."

My vision blurred without my glasses, but I could still make out the menacing look on his face. Swallowing hard, I took the lenses and carefully inserted them into my eyes, blinking rapidly as my sight adjusted.

Luther surveyed me with a predatory gaze, his eyes raking over my exposed curves. "Much better," he purred, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "Now you look like a real lady."

I flinched at his touch, my skin crawling with revulsion. But I knew better than to protest. These wolves owned me now, and I had to play by their rules if I wanted to keep my secrets safe.

I shuddered as Luther's eyes raked over my exposed figure, a hunger burning in their depths. He stalked towards me, his movements predatory, and I felt like a helpless prey trapped in his gaze.

"You look ravishing, my dear," he purred, trailing a finger along the plunging neckline of the dress. "But something's missing."

Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me against his hard body. His other hand slid down my back, fingers grazing the bare skin exposed by the low cut of the dress. I tried to pull away, but his grip was like iron, holding me in place.

"Let me go," I hissed, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

Luther chuckled, the sound dark and menacing. "Ah, the fire in you is enticing," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "But you need to learn your place."

His hand traveled lower, gripping my backside possessively. I gasped, struggling against him, but he only tightened his hold, pulling me flush against him.

"You belong to us now, Amanda," he growled, his breath hot against my skin. "Every inch of you is ours to claim."

I trembled, a mixture of fear and something else I couldn't quite name coursing through me. His touch left a trail of fire in its wake, and I hated how my body betrayed me, responding to his dominance.

Colt let out a low whistle, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Looks like someone's enjoying themselves," he taunted, causing heat to rise to my cheeks.

Luther's grip on me loosened slightly, and he tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. "Don't fight it, Amanda," he murmured, his voice like velvet wrapped around steel. "You'll only make it harder on yourself."

With a final possessive squeeze, he released me, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. My skin burned where he had touched me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just been claimed, branded as his possession.

Ashton stepped forward, his expression impassive. "Let's go," he said curtly. "We have a party to attend, and our new lady needs to make her debut."

"Let's go," Luther commanded, his voice sending a chill down my spine.

I suppressed a shudder as they ushered me out the door, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anger. Tonight, I would have to play the part of their obedient lady, no matter how much it grated against my very soul. But deep down, I vowed to find a way to break free from their clutches – no matter the cost.