My warlock, My savior
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Chapter Two
My Warlock. My Savior
Elena
How long have I been running? I can't recall. However, I can't stop now. I have to keep running. I have to run until I am out of the pack borders.
"There she is!!!". A sudden voice growled loudly from a corner, and before I could even dash off, four guards grabbed me harshly by both arms.
"Let go of me." I managed to utter, my voice trembling as my hands grew clammy.
"Shut up, you poor, stupid pig. We are taking you back to the royal pack house, and nothing shall save you from the Luna's wrath".
"Please just let me go. I don't want to go back there; you know how much everyone in the Pack despises me, especially the Luna". I cried out, tears welling up in my eyes.
"Hey, it's okay; we aren't going to take you back there, but that's if only you can take us all." One of the guards leered at me, licking his lips suggestively and rubbing a hand on his crotch. The others snickered too, their eyes flickering over me with want and lust.
I shook my head, backing away from them, my heart slamming against my ribs.
"You better not try to run away, Elena. We know you want this". The red-haired guard gestured to his body, and my stomach churned in disgust.
"You've been stuck in the palace for three f*****g years, and we know you want this pleasurable experience. So, either you let us ride you the easy way, or we will ride you the hard way". They all laughed and began to close in on me.
"You perverts should get the f**k away from me, or else I will unleash my beast and kill you all." I sneered—or I tried to. It came out more as a wheeze, and the guards burst out laughing, clenching their stomach tightly as tears welled in their eyes.
The red-haired guard took the first step closer, and I felt his disgusting breath against my skin. If only the beast in me would be unleashed like that night, but like all other times, I have prayed and hoped it remains locked up in its cage. The red-haired one trailed his fingers along my face, and I instantly spat at him.
That's when the first blow hit.
I groaned in pain and clenched my stomach tightly, gasping continuously for breath, but before I could even recover, another hit came, this time from my back. I crumpled to the ground, blood spilling from my lips as hot tears blurred my vision.
"Please..." I whimpered, my tears falling freely as I sobbed. The guards laughed harder, their hands roaming my body. Strong arms grabbed my shirt, ripping it off; the hands moved freely on my breasts, cupping them with my bra still on. Another hand slipped into my trousers, and inside my laced blue underwear, caressing my groin.
My blood ran cold, and my eyes instantly grew double the size. I was going to be raped and maybe even killed. I felt my tears roll freely down my cheeks, and just as my bra was about to be ripped off, an order came from the corner.
"Get your filthy hands off her this minute!". The deep masculine voice thundered, and in an instant a sharp cracking of bones filled the air, followed by a gut-wrenching scream from the men, then gurgles, and finally silence.
I craned my neck to see who my savior was, and the moment our eyes met, I immediately stopped—not just one thing but all things. I stopped hearing, breathing, and thinking, and I drank him in like the brandy the Luna always kept hidden in her wardrobe. Dangerous. Forbidden. Yet too damn hot for me.
His eyes were a beautiful pair of green that reminded me of the forest; I could literally get trapped in them, and his jet-black hair was disheveled and dripped water, adding more sheen to his appearance.
He had fair porcelain skin. His nose was perfectly sculpted, and his jawline was so sharp it could slice. Tattoos peeked out from his half-unbuttoned shirt, and I felt warmth spread in between my legs.
"Are you okay?" He asked, leaning towards me and resting his hands lightly on my knees.
"You saved me." I murmured, turning my face towards his, my heart rate rocketing at his words and touch, then escalating further when I realized how close his face was to mine. And then, that's when I breathed in the Warlock scent coming out from him. We were trained to hate warlocks and raise alarm whenever we saw one. But today, a warlock, who was supposed to be
our worst rival, saved me from my own people.
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