Page 1 of Unclaimed Bonds

Prologue

May 5, 2016

Through the haze of blood, sweat, and tears, I see him standing there, looking down at me as I am punched, kicked, and held down against my will.

“Stay down, you worthless bitch!” one of my tormentors growls right before he kicks me in the face.

Despite the wave of nausea and the darkness creeping in, I spit out the blood filling my mouth and push myself into a standing position.

I will not give in. I will not submit. Not today. Not ever.

A blow to the back of my head careens me back down onto my hands and knees.

“Submit!” a familiar voice shouts. I angle my head to glare at Kat, who used to be my best friend when we were younger. The bitter sting of betrayal tightens in my throat. She narrows her eyes and curls her upper lip in a sneer. Bending forward, she slams her fist into my cheek.

“So pathetic. Can't believe we’re related!” my brother, Bart, snarls, kicking me in my side.

The air echoes with more laughs, more snickers, more shouts. “Pathetic!”

“Weak!”

“Ugly!”

“Submit!”

A forceful boot to my ribs knocks me onto my side. I continue to fight the darkness that wants to consume me. I don't know how much more my body can take, but I refuse to surrender. I roll onto my hands and knees again to stand.

Wavering, I shake my head, hoping to clear my blurry vision. I open my eyes, lift my chin, and angrily stare at the Young Alpha standing to the side, watching, waiting for me to submit, but I won't.

Another punch strikes my face. A crack sounds in my head, and blood gushes from my nose. I fight the wave of nausea and threatening dizziness. I widen my stance, and arms wrap around my waist.

“Aww, she thinks she’s better than us.” One of my tormentors chuckles, rubbing his nose along my cheek. “Maybe she needs a different kind of lesson.” His hands roam to my breast and down over my abdomen.

Another male tormentor steps forward and runs his finger down the other side of my face. “I bet you will submit as I ram my dick into your tight pussy,” he whispers in my ear.

I lift my chin, refusing to cower.

“When we’re done with you, you'll submit and beg for more.”

Strange hands tear at my school uniform, lifting my skirt, pull at my bra, cup my breast, and grab my ass. My lips tremble, and tears stream down my face. I hold my chin high, and I glare at the fucking future Alpha asshole still standing there, watching.

“We’re going to make you the pack whore because that is all you’re worth.” A chorus of laughter ensues around me.

“Yeah, the ugly pack whore!” Kat barks.

“Enough!” A sharp command issued by the Young Alpha freezes the group in place. The air suddenly fills with an impenetrable silence. “I’ve had enough of this shit show!” the Young Alpha shouts as he turns to leave. His little group of followers release me.

“There's always tomorrow,” one of them snickers.

“Or the next day,” another one suggests.

“And the next,” my brother adds.

Kat throws a knife at my feet. “Just do us all a favor and get it over with already.”

I stand still, refusing to show any weakness or indicate they were so close to winning. I watch them follow the Young Alpha. My body shivers. Dizzying darkness slowly floods my senses. The ground begins to tilt. Unable to fight any longer, I slump to the ground as the world slips away.

I don’t know how long I was unconscious—maybe seconds, minutes, or even an hour. I blink and realize the sky darkened slightly. It is now almost evening. Shit! I’m supposed to meet Ms. Fields for my music lesson.