73. Hungry Wolves

**Emara Stone**

My heart sinks to my bladder and I clench my thighs together as I see him. Dakota frowns as he looks back at me with such toxic gaze that cuts through my skin like a sharp razor.
“Emara.” He narrows his eyes and takes a silent step towards me like a predator. My muscle tenses as he takes his time and scan my body where my clothes fail to cover.
No, I do not want any other member of Zydus’s group here, especially not the deadliest one of all. Alpha.
I feel a sob breaking in my throat as his claw clenches my other arm and it burns immediately with his sinful warmth. My body shivers as he tightens his hold on to me while looking so deep that I feel my soul leaving my body.
“You wanna go first?” Zydick arch his eyebrow and smirks while he pushes me to the Alpha as a lamb of sacrifice. “You earned her from the bet anyway.”
I fall on his hard chest with a gasp, followed by tears of humiliation of being passed on like an object. Dakota snakes his other arm around my waist and I could feel myself being coiled up in his poison.
*Me, the little lamb surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves.*
“That damn-son would be so pissed right now.” I hear chuckles behind me and feel my heart sinking like Titanic after hitting the biggest iceberg of bad decisions.
I bite my lip as Dakota grazes his thumb on my wet cheeks and strides down on the edges of my jaw as if checking the product before buying. A pathetic sob breaks out from me as his finger glides down the nerves of my neck, touching me so intimately that I already feel taken.
I dare look up at him and bite my urges to scream at his cold-killer face. “Your keys?” He says while looking at me. I do not understand a thing but instead, I sniff my watery nose at him. *What?*
“Your car’s key, Zydus?” Dakota looks up at his friend.
“Where you gonna take her?” I hear that dick’s agitated voice and panic dances in me like Shakira. *Am I getting sold or kidnapped or both?*
“Keys. I won’t ask again.” Voice laced with poison rumbles out of Dakota’s chest and my panties clench around my sex with the vibrations. His domineering personality left no place for a competition with Zydus or his tiny little dicks behind him. It’s like a wolf versus a gang of Chihuahuas.
*He will play, until he gets hungry.*
Zydus grits his teeth in anger as if someone stole his meat that he caught, seasoned up, toasted on flames as he barks like an unfriendly dog, “You gonna take her back to that cop, won’t you?” Crackers of hope burst in my chest and I look up to the warrior I had doubts in prior.
“She is my price and I can do anything with her. I won her anyway, right?” Dakota smirks and I find it rather threatening than amusing.
But then again, every time we met, he never tried to feel me or poured his shitty pickup lines on me. He was decent, like a covered banana, yellow from everywhere.
Zydus curses under his bad breath and throws his key vexly at Dakota, who catches it in the air effortlessly. “You are doing a mistake.” He barks at his friend, still ogling at me with his malicious eyes.
“Be a man, Zydus. Not every girl is a whore to play with.” Dakota turns his back after his tED-talk and I immediately turn my feet, not wanting to stay in this shitty place surrounded by spoiled dicks.
My heels echo in the silent alley as we walk parallel to the wet walls which remind of my panties. If I had to spend any more seconds there, I would have peed thinking about what was going to happen to me.
I look up at his back as he walks around the car with the words RANGE ROVER written on its bonnet and opens the passenger door for me. Ryan never opened any door for me. He only opened my clothes.
The door closes behind me, and I watch Dakota walking to the other side. His shoulders are really huge and built like mountains, which could easily squeeze the juice out of me.
Dakota gets on the driver’s seat and I could feel the deep tension rumbling in the air. His muscles flexes as he grips one hand on the steering wheel and brings another one closer to my thigh, putting it on the gear. His eyes shift down at me and I feel them warming my skin.
My heartbeat rises and I stiffen with his hand so close to my naked-hairless legs. I clutch the hem of my dress and pull it in a failed attempt to cover my thighs.
“Did they touch you?” His voice soft like the cloth of lingerie, pools into the car. I clench my thighs and slowly shake my head.
“Did they tried touching you?” This time he asks me gravely. His voice deep and urgent and I bite my lip and shake my head. I just want to go home. *Safely*.
He turns on the ignition and hard rap music floods in through the side speaker and he scowls at the beats. He instantly lowers the music to a background sound.
The anxiety swirling in me calms down as we get on the road. His driving skill is very smooth and somehow a feeling of safety rushes over my nerves as we enter a familiar locality and I know he is dropping me home.
“Thank you.” Shyness takes the front seat as I thank him. All this time, I thought he was a brute who wanted to butcher the butt of my evil-butt prince and capture me in his dungeons, just to find out that he is a noble man who is delivering the lost princess back to her father’s land.
Dakota nods in acknowledgement and focuses his eyes on the road, overtaking every car in front of him. Raw masculinity oozes from him and I couldn’t help but let my gaze follow him around. Black hair, thick eyebrows, rough beard.. He looks like a caveman in modern clothes.
My eyes drift up to his green orbs which are fixated on the road and I see how long and thick his eyelashes are. He has really good genes.
Jeans? My eyes slowly crawl to the region it is banned to enter. I couldn’t help but notice his broad thighs that could crush my skull like a papaya if I accidentally fall in between them and that chunky mea-
“What were you doing there?” Dakota asks after a long silence and I instantly look down at my lap. “I wanted to see someone.” My voice comes out like a sad whisper.
“You didn’t find him there, did you?” Dakota mutters, looking straight on the road. “No.” I purse my lips disappointedly. I thought my detective skills were top-notch!
“Guessed so. Nobody knows where he is.” His deep voice pours out of his throat and I look up to examine it as well. I think I can write my next book on him.
“You were his best friend.” I whisper softly, not sure if I should have spoken it. *Just asking for a plot twist.*
“Curious.” He tilts his head and smirks lazily at me. His jawline glaze like a razor, which reminds me how intensely he touched my face back then in the basement.
‘She is my price and I can do anything with her.’ His rough voice echoes in the empty compartments of my head and I wonder did he really mean it, or was it just a show off between dicks?
Dakota increases the volume of the song as Maroon 5’s Lips on You flushes in from all the corners of the car. He licks his lips and bites them unconsciously as we stop at the red light. His long fingers tap on the steering wheel as he sings softly, “When I put my lips on you.. I get shivers up to the spine..”
I look out of the window with an odd feeling in my stomach and tingles on my skin. I am feeling like a pink Bugatti.. And I don’t know what this feeling is.
“Can I ask you something?” I say and turn my head to find he is already staring at me. Lights flashes in his green eyes and I realize they are not completely green. Flakes of brown scatters around his iris but the green dominates the most. Not so toxic afterall.
“Yeah.” He lowers the music, and paddles on the gas as the traffic opens. “Zydic-Zydus said my father broke you in the bars. I didn’t get it.”
Dakota’s muscles tensed. His knuckles turn pale as he grips the steering wheel tightly as I if I stepped on the wrong nerve. “I..” He takes a deep breath before saying, “I was arrested on your father’s order for smuggling of some kind of illegal drugs, that I had no idea about.” I look away from his fresh veggie eyes and bring them slowly to my lap.
“I was downtrodden for interrogation for seven days but I didn’t break and stayed true to my words that I didn’t know anything. I knew something was going on in the circle but it was illegal drugs that I did not know. It’s all Ken’s business and we were just models for him. But your father didn’t take my statement seriously.”
I knit my fingers all together nervously while listening to his voice that goes deeper than the black depressive state of earth. “He threatened me to destroy my life if I didn’t confess and he nearly did it as a criminal case of selling drugs was filed against me and the probe went to my work place.. and.. and I lost my internship with Tesla.”
My body tenses, something breaks in my chest and I could feel my heartbeats fading away. “I am so fucked, Emara.” Dakota takes my name with a deep sigh and I couldn’t help but look into his broken eyes that beg for comfort.
My fingers itch to hold his hand in a hope to take away some of his pain but like a coward, I fist the hem of my dress in guilt. Tears burn up my eyes and I keep them low, knowing I spoiled this man’s life.
“Why didn’t you get a lawyer?” My voice finds its surface and I wonder why he didn’t fight back against the accusations done by my autocrat father.
“I do not have rich parents like Ryan or Zydus who would pull me out no matter how much shit I create. I mostly studied on scholarship, scored money from fights and was finally getting to settle in life with my new job, I was so proud of and..”
My chest feels heavy as my heart keeps sinking down to a place which is dark and filled with my demons of regret. I close my eyes in hope to not hear his breaking voice.
“Now, I lost my dream job, plus I got a criminal record under my name for being involved in smuggling. Fuck!”