CHAPTER FOUR
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Chapter Four
The f**k! When did he get here?!
“Stay the f**k away from her,” Evan growled, his alpha energy radiating from him, making the students around us with weaker wolves shift back uncomfortably.
While I stayed in his arms, stunned, Charles took a step forward with a frown. Surprisingly, he wasn't affected by Evan's alpha energy.
“Anna, who is he?” he asked.
Evan scoffed. “Who am I?”
“What right do you have to know?” Evan said arrogantly, glaring at him.
Charles took another step forward.
“Release her,” he ordered.
Evan scoffed. “Make me.”
Charles took a dangerous step forward, the air around him growing dark and thin.
“Evan, let go of me!” I screamed when I got over the shock.
Evan held my hands tighter while he faced me with a smirk.
“Ssh… little pet, don’t make a lot of noise. Listen,” he said dangerously, still giving me a smile.
Damn! That smile wasn’t really a smile.
I’m cooked! And worse, he’s cooked!
And the last thing I want is my new friend getting hurt by this lunatic.
“You’re crazy! I’m not your pet!” I yelled.
That seemed to make him angrier. The energy around him grew darker, injuring some of the students who stubbornly stayed too close.
What’s wrong with this psycho?
Charles released his hybrid powers too.
He’s a hybrid?
“You heard her, man. Let go of her.”
Evan glared at him, releasing more of his power to repel his. The wave from the collision of their powers almost threw me away, save for Evan’s hold on me.
For a moment, I was glad that I actually inherited my father’s immunity to Alpha pressure. If not, I would have been turned to dust by now.
“Evan, please stop,” I pleaded, but all I got was a dark look from him.
He looked angry—very angry—but that wasn’t my concern. I wanted him to stop.
Evan was so powerful. Although Charles had hybrid power that people said was second to an Alpha wolf, Evan still effortlessly pushed him back without even moving.
He deserved his title as the strongest in the pack.
“Please,” I pleaded tearfully as Charles doubled over and vomited blood while still desperately shielding himself with his power.
It’s all my fault. He just wanted to help.
“You’re pleading for him?” he glared angrily at me.
“I…” I wanted to say something, but the redness in his eyes was terrifying.
“Hey! Where are you taking me to?” I screamed in panic as he started dragging me out of the hallway.
“Be a good girl, kitten, and follow me gently,” he whispered dangerously in my ear, making my legs weak.
I tried to struggle.
“Or you die,” he threatened in a deep voice, making me still.
I gulped and nodded.
“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear as I felt his hot breath fan my neck.
We started moving, taking me to God knows where.
I looked back to see Charles dropping to one knee while the school medical attendants rushed to him.
I felt like hitting them.
So they were still breathing after all.
I looked forward again as Evan dragged me roughly into his car.
My eyes widened as he banged the door closed and got in.
My heart trembled in fear.
“Evan, where are we going?” I asked fearfully.
He glared at me with those red eyes, and I shut up immediately.
I watched in silence as he drove to a house I guessed must be his and Ben’s. I’d always heard they had a house outside school for relaxation.
He got out of the car and dragged me inside.
“Evan, please release me,” I said fearfully as I watched him drag me into a room, which I guessed must be his.
If he wanted to kill me, this would definitely be a good place—no one would hear my screams.
My little heart trembled wildly when I saw him drag me into his bathroom instead.
What other sick plan is he having now? I asked bitterly within me.
I tried to run, but he grabbed me quickly and pushed me roughly into the bathroom, making me nearly fall.
“Please, Evan, I’m sorry for what I did earlier. I promise it will never happen again,” I begged with a shaky voice.
I didn’t even know what I was begging for.
He gazed darkly at me as he closed the door and locked it.
Fear gripped me.
There’s no way I’m getting out of here without him killing me.
He stepped toward me while I moved back, terrified, pleading with my eyes.
I got stopped by the wall, and he trapped me immediately with his two hands.
“Please!” I begged, closing my eyes shut, preparing for what was about to happen.
“You’re so disgusting,” he said.
I opened my eyes slowly, and they met his alluring green ones, making my stomach feel funny.
He removed my thick glasses, his jaw clenched tightly.
“You should be taught a lesson for what you did out there, and I will make you pay for it in every possible way,” he growled furiously as he dragged me into the shower.
He took the clothes from my hand and threw them on the sink, then slid my glasses onto the floor.
I was at least grateful he didn’t smash them.
Too scared to do anything, I watched his lunatic behavior.
He came to me, his hands gripping the waistband of my skirt.
“Wh-What are you doing?” I asked, panicking as I held his hands.
He smirked as he pulled my waist closer to his body.
“Something you’ll like,” he growled.
“Evan, no, please stop!” I begged, trying to resist, but he ignored me as I watched him pull down my skirt.
My eyes widened as he trailed his hands on my exposed skin.
I felt so insecure as different thoughts ran through my head.
He started with my buttons, and it was useless fighting him.
He unbuttoned my shirt and flung it to the floor.
His gaze softened as he stared at my cleavage. Luckily, I was wearing a yellow singlet.
“Evan, please let me go,” I pleaded once more.
He ignored me and pulled me closer, our bodies colliding, making my heart race.
I had never been this close to a man.
Our eyes met and lingered for minutes.
I felt the warm water hit my skin gently as I closed my eyes.
I opened them again when I noticed his hands were washing my hair.
Then slowly… they moved to my body.
My shoulder first—
Then lower.
I arched slightly at the contact.
What’s going on?
Is it me, or is my bully actually giving me a bath right now?
But nevertheless, although I hadn’t been this close to any man in my 18 years, I knew whatever he was doing wasn’t appropriate.
I tried to struggle, but he held me still with a painful growl.
“Stay still,” he said hotly, his breath fanning my ear.
I blinked once, then twice.
Is my bully getting worked up from washing my body?
Today was really full of surprises.
First, a hot guy talked to me.
Then my bully started acting out of character.
And now… he was washing my body.
Although I felt embarrassed, I was more than surprised.
“Stay away from him,” he said gently—so gently, unlike him.
“Why?” I asked, knowing who he was talking about.
“He’s a bad person.”
A bad person?
Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?
I frowned.
“Thanks, but I’m perfectly able to make my own decisions.”
“Is this what all this is about?” I asked, annoyed.
“Don’t get too excited about me cleaning your body. I’m just warming you up for what’s about to come,” he said mischievously.
“Why do you always have to hurt me?” I asked tiredly.
At least there must be a reason why he hates me this much.
“Because I own you, Anna… and I will break you into pieces until you won’t be able to stand on your feet again.”
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