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Scarlett

I whimper. The burning pain that wracks my body, paired with my throbbing core is something I never wanted to experience.

At least I’m not at Zidane’s pack. If I was, he would probably let any male who wants to, have fun with me.

I hate this. It is unfair how it is the women who go through so much. Stupid alphas, stupid men . I wonder why I am not interested in women – women are more compassionate, and more understanding. Yeah, that would have been better.

Fuck, this hurts.

I have heard that there is something called the haze that men can go through, but we can all agree that if a man is marked, he is surely going to fuck the woman who’s marked him. I have never heard of anyone experiencing the haze. I swear as agony wracks my body once again. Pain and pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathe. Reaching down in the water, I part my legs, letting my finger find my clit and began rubbing circles on it. It isn’t enough. In fact, it does nothing to ease this torture. I yell in frustration as my body aches for so much more. The burning heat is too much.

I hear something, trying to stifle my screams when I hear the slamming of the front door.

Oh, Grandma’s back with the ice! I quickly push my shirt down, expecting Amelia to enter at any moment. The heat is licking my blistering skin, and I need more ice fast.

“Please hurry, Grandma,” I call out desperately, trying to sit up when another jarring spasm of pain racks my body. Through the haze, I wonder why the footsteps sound different. I would recognise Amelia’s footsteps anywhere – brisk and light.

I groan in pain as I wait for her, not noticing that someone has already entered the bathroom until I sense an intense gaze on me and hear a low growl. It is only then that the scent of the person behind me hits, and my heart sinks. Why is he here? My heart thuds as I turn my head.

Hank.

He stands there, completely naked, and to my disgust, his manhood stands rock hard. His eyes are dark, showing his wolf has surfaced.

“You’re fucking hot… and clearly a woman,” he remarks, smirking as he approaches. There’s a sick desire in his eyes, one that makes my stomach churn.

“Stay away!” I growl, my Alpha aura emitting off me, but right then the scent of my heat overrides the power of my aura. Hank frowns at me, his gaze not leaving my body that is practically on display, the white shirt I am wearing now see-through.

“I can help you,” he offers quietly, reaching into the water, his hand trailing between my legs leaving pleasurable tingles mixed with disgust. My body wants a release, but my mind and soul will never allow it.

“Don’t touch me!” I snarl venomously, knocking his hand back. I push him away as I stagger to my feet and stumble out of the tub.

“What, going to wait for your sick brother to come fuck you?”

“He is not my brother!” I snap, falling to my knees as another round of shooting pain rushes through me, my pussy throbbing excruciatingly.

I need Elijah… I need him now. I can’t control my body and this agony... it is messing with my sanity, and I need to get away from everyone. I grasp for something to hold on to, trying to get to my feet when Hank grabs my arm roughly.

“Then how about this? Give me one fucking night and I won’t ever tell anyone about the two of you. I have pictures, princess. I can ruin him, and I’m sure you don’t want the Alpha’s reputation destroyed,” he hisses. The word ‘princess’ triggers memories of my father’s abuse. I hate remembering how he used to call me that. I look into Hank’s crazed, lust-filled eyes and shake my head.

“I’m not fucking stupid. Elijah couldn’t care less about his reputation. He would be more hurt with me giving in to your fucking demands,” I snap, taking the moment to aim a kick at him, but I barely manage to raise my leg when he grabs my ankle. The burning inside of me is slowing me down, but I am still strong. He licks his lips seeing my smooth lower region.

“Fine then… we’ll just do this the hard way.” He grabs my head and before I can react, snaps it viciously to the side, making everything go black.

Hank

She falls unconscious and I smirk, looking at that sexy body that is practically naked. I run my hand up her thigh and rub her pussy. I lick my lips before I smirk. My luck sure is looking up. She’s all alone, with no one to come to help her. The intoxicating scent of her arousal only adds to the desire I have for her. I fucking hate the bitch, but at the same time, I fucking want her. Badly.

I spread her legs, getting down on my knees when I pause. As much as I want to fuck her right now, and watch that ass bounce as I pound her…

Not here… That old bitch might return at any moment.

I shift back into my wolf and drag Scarlett onto my back and rush from the house, going deeper into the trees, knowing exactly where I can take her. Even if she wakes up, there’s not much she’ll be able to do.

The moment I saw her break down when she saw Fiona and Elijah hugging only made me happy. It was perfect, seeing the pain and betrayal in her eyes. The hurt in Elijah’s cocky face. That shithead is too full of himself. Why should he get the one girl who he shouldn’t have been able to have?

The anticipation of what I plan to do fuels me to go faster and deeper into the woods.

Reaching the cave, which is just on the outskirts of pack territory, I toss her to the ground.

She groans and I smile internally. What perfect timing she has.

I shift back, the silence in this cave will soon be filled with her screams of pleasure. She opens her eyes, frantically scanning her surroundings until her eyes land on me.

The scent of her arousal and heat is strong in the air, dangerously adding to the insanity inside of me. She gets to her feet, tensing as I approach her.

A ruthless smirk plays on my face. Right now, she’s weak. Way weaker than she was last time.

“So, how about we get this over with?” I say, licking my lips. She growls threateningly, shoving me away, but as I assumed, her strength is way less than mine. I chuckle sardonically.

“Oh, come on, we both know you’re a little whore. Let’s see what you can do with those pretty lips of yours…”

Scarlett

“I’ll fucking bite you!” I spit. I bring my knee up ready to kick him, but he’s already anticipated my move, and grabs me by the throat, slamming me against the wall behind me.

“You bitch! I’m going to fucking show you!”

Pain slams through my head, making my ears ring and my eyes water. With his free hand, he grabs the knee I was about to kick him with and pushes it up against the wall roughly. He holds it there, pressing himself between my legs and I shudder.

No, this can’t be happening. He brushes his fingers along my core before he licks them. I scream in rage, struggling fruitlessly.

“Let me go!” I scream in desperation. Scratching and shoving his chest, wanting him far away from me. But I can’t even get my claws to extract. The effect of the heat has weakened me greatly.

I dig my nails into his skin, tearing his chest, but it isn’t enough to make him let me go. He squeezes my throat, slamming my head against the wall again.

“I said let go of me!” I hiss, spitting in his face. He only squeezes my throat and smashes my head against the wall behind me again.

Fuck…

“Bitch! Don’t fucking shout at me! Why the fuck do you act like I repulse you?” he hisses, hate and resentment clear in his eyes.

“Because I fucking hate you!” I spit. His eyes blaze before he smashes his lips brutally against mine, kissing me roughly.

I writhe and struggle, trying to free myself. Feeling sick, weak, frustrated, and angry. I bite down on his lip, viciously ripping into it, making him hiss and move back.

The blood tastes fucking satisfying. I glare at him, my heart thundering as I wipe my mouth.

“You whore!” He slaps me across the face before spitting the blood in my face, then he slams my head against the wall again, making my vision spin. “You really are a fucking bitch! Don’t make this harder for yourself! Don’t you get it? No one will find you here! Your fucking Alpha is too busy taking care of my sister, but look, he’s not here to protect his own little whore. Shows how much you mean to him.”

His words cut me deeper than any physical pain ever could, slicing into me like a knife coated with chillies and wolfsbane.

He chuckles at the state that I’m in as he advances on me once again. “Exactly, so behave,” he breathes, grabbing hold of me once again and pressing himself against me, groaning in pleasure when his cock presses against my hot core.

I gag, feeling repulsed, disgusting and dirty. I’m trapped, my hands crushed between our chests.

“Stop it!” I scream, hating how helpless I sound.

“You’re alone. No one is coming.”

Where are you, Elijah?

The agony from my heart is nothing compared to the one that his words have inflicted upon me, and it is in that moment as he tries to squeeze into me, and I try my best to fight it, that I realise I truly am alone. No one will come to protect me, whether it is the little Scarlett or the strong Scarlett. In the end, it doesn’t matter. I am always left to fend for myself.

There is no such thing as a knight in shining armour who will come to save me. But it doesn’t matter. I will not allow anyone to abuse me, not anymore. My rage and anger burn through my pain, a surge of adrenaline fuelling me, and with everything I fucking have, I glare at my attacker.

“It doesn’t matter. Even if I have no one, I have myself, and that’s all that I need.” My words are soft and calm, like a passing breeze, but the fury in my silver eyes burns hotter than the deepest pits of hell, summoning all the strength I can muster to pull free.