Chained To The Alpha

Chapter 11

Nyx sat alone in the hospital room once more. Curled under the blankets that were typical hospital blankets and thin but somehow still thicker than anything she had ever slept with before.

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Nyx was 13 years old, and she was on her hands and knees scrubbing the wooden stairs of the main staircase in the pack house. Her back was to the front door; she didn’t see the small group of teenagers pile in, Thorne and Jax in the middle of the group.

Nyx looked over her shoulder at them. quickly turning back to the stairs in front of her, she shrank back into herself, trying to be invisible. The boys all shoved each other. One boy, Nyx didn’t know his name was shoved out of the group. He was a little shorter than the others, his hair scruffy and messed up. He approached Nyx, who was much smaller than he was. She stood to face him, backing up to put space between them, but he continued to press closer to her. “You little slut, with your ass wiggling like that at us… You were being a little c**k tease, weren’t you?” Nyx shook her head, pushing him away, but the boy grabbed her wrists and held them over her head with one hand, easily overpowering her.

“Get off me!” Nyx cried, fighting with all her strength, and the group laughed loudly. “I don’t think I will… I think I’m gonna take what you are offering”

Nyx’s hips buck against him. She tries to pull her hands down from his grip, and her feet kick out. He presses harder into her body, his free hand reaching down to her leggings. Nyx screamed loudly. The noise drew Luna Margot, who took one look at the scene before her, rolled her eyes and said, “Shut up, slut, do not drag me out of the cinema again.”

As Luna Margot walked away, one of the girls stepped up to Nyx, “Get on the floor and open your legs for them before we do it for you.” Nyx’s pants were around her knees by this time, and she was fighting the boy with everything she had to keep his hand out of her underwear.

“Quit fighting b***h”, someone yelled. Nyx was pushed to the floor, hands covering her eyes, and more grabbed her arms and legs. The stairs dug into her back as she was pressed further into them. She screamed again. A strange wet feeling spread between her legs. “Disgusting.. the filthy b***h is pissing herself”, someone laughed.

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In the hospital room, Nyx’s face was covered with tears. She could feel the hands on her wrists and ankles, and she saw the flash of a camera as if it were happening now. Her body shook under the covers she held tightly.

How could she even consider trusting Thorne, given his previous behaviour? A bond wouldn’t change who he is or make any real changes to how he behaves towards her. What kind of person can stand by and let another be treated the way people have treated Nyx? Did she really want to be tied to someone like that for the rest of her life?

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“Ok, that problem solved, now I have to make sure my Mate feels like the queen she is. It’s time we go shopping,” Thorne said to Jax as they headed for his car.

“You want to go buy girly s**t? Why, man?” Jax whined as they reached the car.

“She’s my girl now, I gotta get her stuff, she’s got nothing”

“What are you gonna do about Bethany now?” Jax asked, grabbing Thornes arm, “She’s gonna lose her s**t, man”

Thorne shrugged, “I guess I’ve gotta break it off, I’ll send her a text, it’s not like she’s coming back here anyway” Thorne picked up his phone, typing on it rapidly for a few moments before throwing it down on the centre console.

They peeled away from the house, tyres screeching a little on the driveway. Heading into town to kit out Nyx with anything and everything she could possibly need.

Thorne felt like he had been in every shop in the shopping centre several hours later when he got back to the car, loaded down with bags and having spent more than he dared calculate. along with toiletries, he bought Nyx clothes and shoes, a computer for her schoolwork, a phone, jewellery, perfumes, blankets and new bedding, pyjamas, and he even dragged Jax into the underwear section to get her new underwear. They had had to guess her sizes, but bought a few sizes to cover all their bases and hope she would have things that would fit now.

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Arriving back at the packhouse with all their purchases, the boys head down to the cellar. Throne stands in the middle of the space and turns on the spot, shaking his head, “No, this isn’t right, this isn’t where my Mate will be living”

“Well, where do you want to take all this s**t then?” Jax asked, confused.

“My room, obviously, I don’t want her out of my sight when I can finally get her back… no one will treat her like she has been treated”

“Don’t you think you should ask her first?”

“Don’t be stupid, she won’t want to stay down here, there isn’t even a plug to charge things here!” Thorne laughed, picking up the bags he had put down and heading for the door.

“Well, not down here, sure, but will she want to be in your room?” Jax asked.

Thorne scoffed, “I’ll have someone pack up her things later, but let’s go get her overnight stuff prepared”