Chapter 19
My body felt frozen beneath Alpha Jeremiah’s weight, my heart hammering in my chest as I stared up at him. His eyes had gone completely dark, devoid of any emotion but pure dominance. I could feel his hand tightening around my thigh, forcing it open despite my attempts to close it. I struggled against him, but it was like trying to move a mountain—he wouldn’t budge.
“Say it again,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Say I disgust you.”
My breath caught in my throat. The challenge in his words sent chills through my spine. For a moment, I considered saying it, letting the venom spill out of me, but I knew better. My wolf cowered inside me, trembling under the weight of his power. How could I have been so foolish? Why did I provoke him? I had poked at an Alpha’s pride, and now I was paying the price.
I squeezed my eyes shut, begging the moon goddess for forgiveness. Never again, I swore. I’d never challenge him like this again. I cursed my wolf for pushing me to this point, for letting our anger get the better of us.
He growled again, his grip tightening even more before he suddenly let go and stood up. I gasped for air, my hands shaking as I pulled my legs up to my chest. Jeremiah’s face was twisted in fury, and for a moment, I thought he might actually strike me. Instead, without another word, he turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him so hard the walls shook.
I sat up quickly, pulling my knees against my chest, trying to calm the racing thoughts in my mind. My heart was pounding, my body trembling from the encounter. Jeremiah was a monster, and I had to get away from him. I couldn’t stay here another minute.
With shaky hands, I got off the table and ran upstairs to my room. My mind was screaming at me to move, to run, to escape while I still could. There was no plan, no clear thought. I just knew I had to leave.
I grabbed a bag from my closet and began shoving clothes into it. I didn’t care what I packed, I just needed to be gone. The pack house was eerily quiet, everyone asleep, unaware of what had just happened. I pulled on a dark hooded cloak, hoping the night would conceal me as I made my escape. My window was my only way out. I pushed it open and looked down. It was a long way to the ground, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to walk out the front door and risk running into him again.
I grabbed the bedsheets from my bed, tying them together as tightly as I could. I wasn’t confident enough to rely on my werewolf abilities to jump at the moment,she had gotten me into too much unexpected trouble. With a deep breath, I tossed the makeshift rope out of the window, watching it unravel until it hit the ground. I didn’t hesitate. With my heart pounding in my ears, I climbed out, gripping the sheets tightly as I lowered myself down. The cool night air bit at my skin, but I barely noticed. Every inch I descended felt like an eternity, the rough fabric burning my hands. My breath came in short, panicked bursts, but I kept going.
Finally, my feet touched the ground. I untied the sheets from the windowsill and let them fall silently to the ground. I had made it.
I pulled my hood lower over my face and started running, keeping low as I slipped past the guards. They were focused on the forest beyond, oblivious to my presence. I moved quickly, my heart pounding with each step, and soon, I reached the tree line. The forest swallowed me whole, its thick canopy blocking out the moonlight. But I didn’t stop. I kept running, my breath coming in ragged gasps as branches and roots clawed at my legs.
The silence was eerie, the only sound my footsteps breaking through the underbrush. But then I heard it—a low growl that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I stopped dead in my tracks, my heart racing as I strained to listen. The growl came again, closer this time.
My blood ran cold as figures emerged from the shadows—rogue wolves. Their eyes gleamed in the darkness, their snarls sending waves of fear through me. My wolf stirred inside me, pushing me to fight, but there were so many of them.
I backed up slowly, my eyes darting around, looking for an escape. The first wolf lunged, its jaws snapping just inches from my face. I dodged, my claws extending instinctively as I slashed across its side. It yelped in pain but quickly recovered, circling back to attack again.
Another wolf came at me from behind, and I spun, raking my claws across its muzzle. I was fighting as hard as I could, but there were too many of them. One of them latched onto my arm, its teeth sinking into my flesh. I screamed, trying to shake it off, but another wolf knocked me to the ground.
I fought desperately, my claws tearing at fur and skin, but it wasn’t enough. I was outnumbered, outmatched.
And then, a deafening growl shook the forest.
I froze, my heart pounding as the rogue wolves hesitated, their snarls faltering. Out of the darkness, a massive black wolf crashed into them, its eyes glowing with fury. Alpha Jeremiah.
He tore through the rogues with a terrifying speed and power. His men followed, their growls echoing through the night as they fought alongside him. Blood splattered the ground as Jeremiah’s wolf ripped through the rogues with ruthless efficiency. His jaws clamped down on one’s neck, snapping it like a twig, while his claws slashed through another, leaving it lifeless on the ground.
I lay on the forest floor, breathless and battered, watching in shock as he decimated the rogues. The last one tried to run, but Jeremiah was on it in seconds, his teeth sinking into its back before tossing it aside like a rag doll.
When the last rogue lay dead, Jeremiah shifted back into his human form, his chest heaving as he turned to look at me. His eyes, still dark with anger, locked onto mine, and my heart sank. I knew I was in trouble.
Without a word, he marched toward me, his expression unreadable. He scooped me up from the ground effortlessly, his grip firm and unyielding. I didn’t dare speak, the weight of his fury pressing down on me like a physical force. The silence between us was thick, heavy with unspoken words and the consequences of my actions.
He carried me back through the forest, his rage palpable. I could feel it radiating off him, and I knew that whatever was coming next—it wasn’t going to be good.
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