The Bully Alpha's Defiant Slave

Chapter 2

Sandi

We slipped into Lindsay’s car, the engine humming softly as we headed toward her house. The world outside blurred by as my mind spun with disbelief—this whole thing felt utterly insane. I couldn’t help but replay every bizarre detail, questioning whether I’d somehow fallen into a nightmare I couldn’t wake from.

Lindsay kept her eyes on the road, her face set with determination. Finally, I broke the silence. “Are we seriously going to your house to talk to your parents about werewolves?”

She shot me a quick glance, her voice steady and unwavering. “Yes. That’s the only way you’ll truly understand what I’m trying to tell you.”

My stomach twisted. “Lindsay… this is crazy. We need to be locked up in a psych ward. I mean, seriously—this is straight-up lunacy.”

She didn’t flinch. “Once you talk to my parents, you’ll get it. I promise.”

I hesitated, then shook my head in disbelief. “Lindsay… I don’t know what kind of trouble you’re getting into, but this… this is next-level. You’re asking me to believe in monsters that only appear in horror movies.”

She reached over and squeezed my arm gently. “You’ll understand. Just trust me.”

The drive felt like an eternity, but suddenly, we pulled into her driveway. Lindsay cut the engine and threw open the door. I hesitated, then followed her as she led me to the front door, which she swung open with a determined push. She closed and locked it behind us, the click echoing ominously.

“Mom? Dad? I need you,” Lindsay called out, her voice trembling just slightly.

“In the kitchen, honey,” her mother answered, her tone warm but cautious.

Lindsay nodded and led me into the house, into the kitchen where her parents sat at the dining table, steaming mugs of coffee in front of them. Their faces immediately registered concern—an instinctive wariness.

“Lindsay, honey. What are you doing home?” her mother asked, her voice edged with worry.

“Yeah, why aren’t you at school?” her father added, eyeing her with suspicion.

Lindsay took a deep breath, her eyes pleading with them. “Mom, Dad, I need you to explain something very serious to Sandi. About the werewolves.”

Her mother’s eyes widened in horror. “Lindsay… you didn’t tell anyone, did you?”

Lindsay’s voice cracked as she looked at her parents. “No, I haven’t. But she needs to hear it directly from you. Please.”

Her parents exchanged a tense glance, then her father nodded slowly. “Maybe you two should sit down,” he said, gesturing to the empty chairs at the table.

We sat as Lindsay’s parents hesitated, their faces shadowed with the weight of secrets. Her father finally broke the silence.

“Alright,” he began gravely. “The truth is—werewolves are real.”

I blinked. “Yeah, Lindsay mentioned that. But… I thought she was joking.”

Her mother looked at me, her expression serious. “They’re not stories, Sandi. They exist. And their presence could affect you more than you realize.”

“Wait,” I said, trying to process. “Are you saying… they’re out there? In our town?”

Her father nodded. “Every year, a pack of them chooses a girl from the graduating class. Just one. The others… disappear.”

My heart pounded. “Lindsay’s graduating this year. So am I.”

Her father’s tone grew firmer. “But Lindsay won’t be on their radar. She’s not the right kind of girl for them.”

I looked at her, confused. “What do you mean? Why not?”

Her mother explained softly, “They only target girls who are, well… athletic. Lindsay’s not. But you, Sandi—you’ve always been into sports. That makes you a target.”

A cold shiver ran down my spine. “You think they’ll come for me?”

Her father’s eyes darkened. “It’s possible. And that’s why we’ve kept this secret. We don’t want to lose you the way we lost my sister.”

Lindsay’s eyes filled with tears. “Please, you have to tell my friends’ parents. They need to know. Maybe something can be done—”

Her mother shook her head. “We can’t risk it. If we talk, they could come after us too. The pack’s ruthless.”

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of their words. “So, your sister… she was taken?”

Her mother nodded, her voice trembling. “Four years ago. When she graduated, the pack claimed her. We had five minutes to say goodbye… then they disappeared forever.”

Lindsay looked stunned. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“We tried to protect you,” her father said quietly. “That’s why we kept you away from sports, from anything that might make you a target. We did everything we could to keep you safe.”

I looked at Lindsay’s parents, trying to grasp the horror of their reality. “Could you talk to my parents? Warn them? Maybe they could do something—”

Her mother’s voice was gentle but firm. “If we could, we would. But honestly, it might be too late for that. The pack is relentless.”

Lindsay’s father looked at me, his expression serious. “And you need to understand—if they decide to take you, there’s nothing to stop it. They’re faster, smarter, and more vicious than you can imagine. If your parents try to intervene… they could be killed right in front of you.”

My stomach clenched. “You’re saying… they wouldn’t even hesitate?”

He nodded. “No. And no parent is ever truly prepared to lose their child. That’s the cold truth.”

A silence fell over us. I felt a lump in my throat as Lindsay’s eyes welled with tears. She was trembling, her worry for me etched deep in her face.

“Don’t worry,” I whispered. “I’ll be okay. I don’t believe it’s going to happen… not yet.”

Lindsay looked at me desperately. “But what if it does? What if you’re next?”

I shook my head, trying to sound confident. “There are plenty of girls in town who do sports, who are stronger and faster than me. Maybe I’ll be safe—for now.”

Her voice was fragile. “But… they could still take you away.”

“Maybe,” I admitted softly. “But I guess we’ll see what happens. Just… don’t give up hope, okay?”

Lindsay’s father reached across the table, his gaze steady. “Thank you for listening, Sandi. We appreciate it—more than you know.”

As I looked at her parents, I realized how much they’d sacrificed to keep her safe. And deep down, I wondered—how much are we all willing to risk for the truth?

Lindsay broke into quiet tears, her shoulders trembling. I wasn’t sure if I believed in werewolves yet. Maybe I’d need to see one myself to believe. But for now, I’d just have to hope I never find out.