“Leave the room,” Alpha Kryptos orders his men, and they leave.
He takes off his shirt as he moves even closer to the bed. I try to dart away but he holds my leg and hauls me back to my position. He is stronger and faster.
“Please, I’m…”
“Sshhh!” He calmly utters as his knees press onto the bed. He reaches for my dress and makes to tear it when a knock comes on his door.
“Alpha! The Alpha of the DeadMoon Pack, Alpha Thane, is here to see you,” comes a voice with a second knock on the door.
Alpha Kryptos let go of my dress and moved away from me.
“Warriors,” he calls out in authority. But his voice is calm.
His men rush in, their heads ducking in respect.
“Take her to the pack cell and lock her up. Wait for my next order,” with that, Alpha Kryptos picks up his shirt and storm
