Page 48 of A Female Alpha for the Lycan Prince

When he nods, I jump in facing Lionel, “You can go with Harmony. Maybe you’ll spot them again.”

“Meanwhile, I’ll call Liam and tell him what’s happened,” Flora intervenes. “The second girl missing, Marilou, is from his pack. Afterward, I’ll head to the infirmary to the injured girls.”

Once everyone hurries away, I turn to Elden. This time the anger is very clear in his eyes, he was holding back before. I sympathize with his rage, I’m feeling pissed too. “I swear, if I don’t kick some asses tonight, I’ll go berserk,” I mutter.

“Same,” he huffs. “Whoever dared to come to my pack grounds and attack a bunch of innocent girls when they were so vulnerable… they will pay!”

“What’s the plan?” I ask.

“I’ll try and get in touch with Aurelia first,” he says. “Let’s see what she knows about the guys who were hassling Val earlier.”

“She’s really upped her game recently,” I say, impressed. I remember when Annie and Liam started dating… she was a carefree and mischievous girl back then, not really sticking to rules. But now she’s extremely dedicated to her training and passionate about what she does. She’s quickly become one of Silverlake’s elite warriors, and she isn’t even eighteen yet.

There’s a glint of pride in Elden’s eyes at my words. “I agree. Let’s see what she’s found out. I swear… once I get hold of the little jerks who think they can attack a bunch of teenage girls, they will wish they’d never stepped foot on my pack grounds,” he growls.

*VALERIE*

I’m woken up by a dull, throbbing pain in the back of my head. For a moment, my thoughts are a mess. I was at the party yesterday, right? Did I drink too much and pass out? Goddess! Mom and Dad are going to be so mad at me.

I’m definitely grounded. Ugh! Exactly what I need, not. For once, my life has been going well, and now I have to go and mess things up by getting drunk at a party. I need to be a good child. Mom and Dad already have one child in jail. I have to make sure I stay good because I don’t think their hearts could handle another bad child. It would break them.

I sit up with a groan, trying to grab my phone from my bedside table, but my arms won’t move. They seem to be stuck somehow. Was I sleeping on them? I try to wriggle my fingers a bit. For a moment, I just sit here confused. I’m totally confused, just… confused… I still can’t move my arms, but my fingers touch the cold ground beneath me. Wait a second…

My eyes fly open when the realization hits me, and I sit up, groaning at the searing headache that starts to spread. That wasn’t a nightmare I was having. I’m not at home, I’m not drunk… well, at least I don’t think I am… and I wish I were in trouble with my parents and grounded instead of being in THIS kind of trouble.

“Look at that,” a voice sneers. “Sleeping Beauty is finally awake.”

To my side, I can see Marilou tied up and gagged on the floor. Half of her top is torn, and she sobs quietly. A bruise is forming around her shoulders and one right below her eye. She tries not to look at anyone, curling up as much as she can.

Shit. She’s here because of me. These are the dudes who hit on me during the bonfire! They wanted me, not her. She’s just collateral.

One of the guys kneels in front of me, grabbing my hair and yanking me forward. I wince, but try not to cry out in pain. It’s the dude from before… from the bonfire when Nox and Lionel saved me. “Aw,” he sneers. “Scared now? Told you, you shouldn’t have rejected us.” He grabs me by my throat. “You should have been thankful that guys like us showed an interest in a pathetic little omega like you. There were others before you, and we made sure to teach them a lesson too.”

“The redhead’s not bad either. Tim liked her and spontaneously took her too,” another guy snickers. There are three guys in total, it seems. “Do you want to have a turn at her too, Greg?”

“Yeah, but she’s for Tim first. He likes them fiery, and I owe him.”

Marilou’s gapes in panic, and she shuffles backward until her back hits the wall.

Greg brushes his fingers across my face, his touch almost making me gag. I can’t help but cringe at just this mere touch. How will I survive him doing anything more?

“Oh, look how sweetly she’s reacting to my touch,” he grins, his hand moving down to my neck. I tug at my restraints frantically, trying to get my hands free, but there’s no chance. The guy just laughs and tears my dress open, revealing part of my chest. My ears are ringing in panic, and blood is rushing through my body, making my head spin. No! No way! No! I want to scream, but I can’t. I try to growl through my gag.

“She’s wild,” the other guy laughs. “Should I hold her down for you?”

“No,” Greg hisses. “I can handle her on my own.” He grabs me by my hair and pulls my head back. I want to scream in pain. “If you behave, it won’t hurt too much. Are you a little virgin, are you? Has no one touched you before? Such an honor for you to have my dick as your first.”

Out of the corner of my eyes, I can see Marilou shifting around too, her eyes are wide in panic. I know she wants to help me, but there’s nothing she can do. The third guy walks over to her and pushes her back, knocking her back to the floor. “It’s not your turn yet,” he hisses.

“Poor little Os,” the second dude sneers. “No one’s gonna bother looking for you. You’re not worth anything to a pack.”

“Now spread your legs for me, bitch,” Greg hisses. “If you behave now, we might not kill you and dump your body afterwards.”

No way! I’d rather die than have him rape me. A tiny voice in the back of my head is almost wishing for him to kill me, to end my miserable life, but then I think of Ailia, my parents, and my friends, and I suddenly feel guilty for thinking this way, even if it was only for a second. A wave of determination comes over me. I am going to fight for my life, for Ailia, for my parents! I will not let these assholes defeat me if it’s the last thing I do!

His hands are strong, forcing my legs open. One of his hands reaches under my dress. I try to wriggle away from him, kicking and thrashing around. When my feet hit something, I hear him groan before he yanks me up again and slaps me hard. “Stop it, you bitch!” he hisses.

I don’t. Like fuck I’m going to stop! I might be fragile and weak, but he’s gonna have to knock me unconscious if he wants to rape me. He slaps me again with the back of his hand, making me gasp at the pain. I can taste the blood clearly on my tongue.