Me And My Crazy Alpha

Chapter 2

Sophie’s POV

The guards dragged me toward the center of the arena, my feet scraping across the cold, blood-stained stones. Every step felt heavier than the last. This place… I knew it too well.

The most painful memory I could never forget played afresh in my head.

I saw my sister again being paraded into this very square under the crimson light of the Red Full Moon. She had begged and cried for that bastard to save her and mark her privately. She begged that she might die because she is not strong enough, but no one listened to her. She kicked and screamed as they ripped her simple dress from her body. The crowd had roared with laughter when her breasts spilled free. They cheered louder when two massive wolves pinned her arms behind her back, forcing her to her knees.

I had been hidden in the shadows that night, too powerless to do anything but watch. My sister's eyes had found mine for one terrifying second, wide with horror and a silent plea. Then finally Venomfang had stepped forward, grinning like a king. He had bitten her neck savagely while she was at the weakest and dying in pain from what the others did to her before he killed them and was the only survivor to have her, as they elders and others watching cheered for him.

He mounted her from behind, thrusting into her with brutal force. Her screams had torn through the night, he was laughing at her tears, mocking her pleas for mercy. When she finally stopped fighting and let out one last broken scream, they discarded her like garbage, her body crumpled and bleeding on the stones. No one helped her. They simply moved on to the next girl, howling in victory.

And now, here I was. Standing in the same cursed square,about to face the same fate.

“No,” I whispered, my voice cracking. Then louder, “No!”

I twisted violently in the guards’ grip, but their claws only dug deeper into my arms. They threw me down in the middle of the arena, right beneath the raised platform where the Council of Elders sat like vultures.

Elder Thorne Blackfang rose, his silver hair glowing under the blood-red moon. His voice boomed across the square, cold and ceremonial.

“Under the Red Full Moon, the Hunting Grounds are now open! Let the worthy Alphas step forward. Choose your human omegas and she-wolves. Claim them publicly so the gods may witness strong bloodlines. Let the weak be broken and the strong multiply. Begin the Claiming!”

The crowd erupted in frenzied howls. My stomach churned.

Four ugly, horny wolves stepped forward immediately, eyes glowing with lust, tongues sliding over their fangs. Their bodies were massive, covered in coarse fur and old scars. The biggest one lunged first, grabbing the front of my dress and ripping it down the middle with one brutal yank. Cool air hit my exposed skin as rough hands pawed at my breasts, squeezing painfully.

“Perfect little t**s,” one growled. “She’ll look even better with my mark on her neck.”

I fought like a wild animal—kicking, scratching, and elbowing anything I could reach. My nails raked across one wolf’s face, drawing blood. Another backhanded me hard enough to make my vision blur, but I didn’t stop. I bit down on the hand trying to force my legs apart, tasting blood.

They were too strong.

I was losing.

Despair clawed up my throat as I caught Venomfang’s eyes across the arena. He stood watching with that same sick smirk, arms crossed, clearly enjoying the show.

If I was going to die tonight, it wouldn’t be while they r***d and marked me like they did my sister.

My eyes darted to a sharp silver blade one of the guards had dropped nearby. I lunged for it, fingers stretching desperately.

Venomfang’s smirk widened. “Don’t let the b***h kill herself. Tie her up!”

Their strong hands seized me again. They forced my arms wide and tied my wrists to two tall wooden posts, stretching me out like an offering. My ankles were kicked apart and bound as well, leaving me completely exposed and helpless under the red moonlight. The torn remains of my dress hung in shreds around my waist.

I closed my eyes, tears burning behind my lids. This was it. I had failed. Farkas was dead. No one was coming. I would end up just like my sister, broken, used, and discarded while they laughed.

A sudden agonized scream ripped through the air.

My eyes flew open.

One of the wolves clutching my thigh howled in pain as a sharp silver blade sliced clean through his wrist, severing his hand. Blood sprayed across my bare skin. The severed hand dropped to the ground with a wet thud.

A suffocating, powerful aura slammed into the square like a storm, freezing every wolf in place.The crowd’s cheers died into terrified murmurs.

Then he appeared.

A towering figure that is 6'5 tall and of pure muscle and lethal grace stepped into the arena. Midnight-black hair fell across his forehead, framing a brutally handsome face carved from violence itself. His dark red eyes glowed like fresh blood under the Red Moon, radiating raw dominance and barely contained rage. “Get your hands off my woman,” he growled, his voice low, deep, and terrifyingly calm.