Christina's POV
My outer jacket is discarded already, exposing my white inner tank top to the man on top of me. His weight is crushing, and I have to force air into my lungs to keep breathing.
Due to so much crying, my eyes now burn and hurt. I wish I could have been able to put up a brave front, but the truth is that I'm not brave. If I am, I won't be underneath a man begging for mercy.
His hands fall to the edge of my tank top, intending to pull it off me, when a knock comes to the door, breaking through the moment. My saving grace.
A shaking breath of relief comes out of me when he stops his assault and finally gets off me, giving me room to breathe and take in air at last. I rub my neck and sit up, ignoring the streaks of tears on my face.
The door opens before the Alpha can get
