13

I needed to figure out who would pay someone to find me. That nobody would be there to save me was the saddest part of things. Even if they had, I doubt they would have even noticed that I had departed.
They probably didn't give a damn, did they?
That little red-headed devil had brainwashed them into thinking I was a bad guy. She made it appear like I was just there for the status and power, as she was the only power-hungry b*tch present. I was at a loss for words to tell her, even though I don't typically use such harsh phrases to describe individuals.
I didn't even know why I was worrying about what other people might say when I should have been worried about getting out of this position.
I searched the room for anything that could free me from the chains, but I could only see a space. There was nothing else besides the chains that kept me in place.
Windows were absent. Only a metal door, which could only be opened from the outside, was present. Since there was nothing else I could do, I moaned in defeat.
I am curious to know how long I have been contemplating while gazing at the wall. It was too dark for me to tell what hour it was. I was curious to know if it was day or night. I decided to check on my wolf to see how she was doing.
I said, "I'm sorry," to my wolf.
Nothing.
I dialed 'Alana.
Nothing.
I started to freak out since I didn't know if they had injured my wolf.
I frantically yelled, "Alana," in my head, wanting to know if she was alright.
I was once more faced with silence. She was not at all like this. Even when she was furious with me, she always replied by criticizing me and giving me a piece of her mind.
I was now really panicking. I made at least five additional attempts to contact her, but I got no response each time. I attempted to focus on her with my eyes closed to check if she was obstructing my view, but once more, there was nothing. It appeared as though she had cut off all contact with me.
They may have drugged me to make me unconscious. She might not have awakened yet. I was powerless to stop as my mind was like a broken record as all the many "what ifs" played back and forth.
It had to be the medications.
The last time I tried it on, there was still quiet.
The door opened just as I was ready to attempt again. A man entered after a woman who was dressed as a maid. The man approached the woman ahead of him and took a position before me.
The man smirked and pulled out an injection, saying, "It's time to go to sleep."
I backed as far away from him as I could while furiously shaking my head. I wouldn't say I like needles. Therefore, I had no intention of letting him pierce me with it.
He complained, "Be still."
I shook my head and begged you not to as tears ran down my face.
He grinned and grasped my neck, saying, "Don't worry, it won't hurt.
He injected me while holding the needle near my neck. I wanted to yell or do anything at all. It was useless. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. I attempted to move, but all I felt was numbness.
The moment my eyes rolled to the back of my skull, I was out.
I had the impression of floating above clouds. Everything had a lovely, velvety feel to it. I didn't want to wake up from this dream because it was so enjoyable, and I had to face reality.
My head was pounding when I woke up. I cautiously opened my eyes to survey my surroundings. I was no longer in that horrible location; I was now lying on a bed. I had a bed fixed for me.
I was in a room I had never seen before, dressed in a long white nightgown. There was little to no personal property in the fully equipped room.
I had the impression that a man lived in this apartment because of the pictures on the wall depicting girls dressed scantily.
I finished scanning the area and then focused on my clothing. I was last seen sporting a hoodie and pants.
Who altered my attire?
I wouldn't say I liked it when people saw me naked, and when I found out that someone had, I couldn't help but feel violated.
A door to my left opened, and a man entered wearing nothing but a towel that was carelessly slung about his waist. He approached the drawers and pulled out some clothing. He ultimately dropped his towel while oblivious that he wasn't the only person in the room.
He either didn't notice that I was awake or didn't give a damn. I hurriedly averted my gaze after catching sight of his ass, flushing in shame.
Like what you see? Asked a recognizable voice.
I glanced back at the individual briefly before stopping and becoming shaky. I tried to crawl away from him despite the bindings cutting into my skin as I gulped in terror.
Aren't you glad to see me? he Posted.
"YOU!" I screamed.
"Yes, my love. Me. "He grinned before returning to getting dressed.
This is not possible.
Marina's POV
Where am I? I questioned.
He replied, turning away from me, "You're at my parent's cabin."
'Why am I here?' Are you the one who hired those men to search for me?
Naturally, I paid them to locate you. I wouldn't have wanted you to miss your father's burial, now would I? I heard him say that and noticed he was wearing a black suit.
"He's dead?" In disbelief, I enquired.
"Yes. That asshole North pack alpha killed him, "He snarled, his mouth clenched in rage.
What's going on? I'm not even sure why I gave a damn whether he was alive or not. For a very long time now, he has been dead to me. I suppose I was stunned to learn that he had passed away.
Is that the only explanation for why you brought me back? I questioned, curiously glancing at his back.
He turned around and gave me a perplexed look while seductively licking his lips. He moved slowly and painfully in my direction before stopping at the side of the bed. He breathed deeply as he bent over me and buried his head in my neck.
He swiftly retracted and glared at me as soon as he smelled me. Because I could not move, I had just to lay there as I awaited his next move because I was perplexed by his behavior.
He accused me of doing something wrong, saying, "You smell different."
I responded with a raised eyebrow and "New body wash."
"Not at all. You have an alpha male scent."
I declined to respond because I owed him nothing. I didn't have to give him an explanation because he wasn't like my partner or anything.
"Isn't that him? You're a whore, aren't you? I may not have been misled by your portrayal of a broken, sad girl, but everyone else certainly was."
"Please respond to this. How many men in the group have you already had sexual relations with? 10, 9, or possibly 8?" He continued, grinning.
I didn't even try to respond. Why bother? It seemed like everyone thought I was a whore, and there was nothing I could say to make them feel otherwise.
Once more leaning over, he drew his face up to mine. I could feel his breath tickling my cheek from only an inch away. We would be kissing if he came a little closer.
He rasped, biting my cheek, "I have desired you for some time.
He fixed his gaze on mine, and I felt compelled to return the favor by fixing my gaze on his. I was unable to move at all.
"You don't realize how much I want you.
Right now, "He moaned while we tightened our lips.
Even now, I'm not sure why I was shocked. I still wasn't ready for it, even though his actions had made it clear that it would happen.
He pressed his lips against mine, but I slammed my mouth shut. He hissed impatiently when I refused to open my mouth and give him access. He bit my lips, but I remained immovable. He drew back and gave me a sneer.
"So you're trying to be modest now. I can't have a taste, but everyone else can. "He exploded in rage.
Before I could react, he had returned. Despite my resistance, he gave me an intense kiss. Soon after his hands started to trail lower, I felt a chilly air brush against my thigh.
I desired to repel him. I made an effort to repel him but to no avail. I tried to warn him to stop, but he took advantage of the opportunity to stick his tongue inside my mouth.
His fingers moved slowly along my thigh as my body was fastened to the bed. I succeeded in biting down on his tongue, and when I released him, he hissed in agony.
He said, "You bitch!
I spat in his face when he reclaimed control over me. After wiping my spit, he went onto the bed and sat across from me.
He yelled, taking his belt off, "I'm going to give you a lesson.
I cried, "Ray, don't, please.
Then he said, "Shut the fuck up."
I cried out, "Please" Hey man, what's going on? A voice by the door said.
The speaker questioned in a familiar tone, "What are you doing?"
Ray replied, "Get out!"
What the hell are you doing with my sister, anyway? Benjamin enquired as he drew nearer to the bed.
"Sister? She is now your sister, then." With mockery, Ray questioned.
He said with a tone of caution, "Get off her.
Then what? Ray answered with a snide grin.
Instead of responding verbally, Benjamin hit Ray in the face to make his point. Ray quickly jumped off me and hit Benjamin with a punch. As their argument heated up even further, they both continued to strike each other.
I couldn't figure out what was happening at all. Benjamin is defending me, that is. There was no way Benjamin was genuinely beating up his best friend for me. Therefore it must be a dream.
Another voice boomed from the doorway, "What the heck is going on here?
The person quickly sprung into action and broke up the fight. Benjamin stood on one side of the room and Ray on the other. They were both giving one another diabolical looks.
Can someone please clarify what is going on? Jackson looked back and forth between them before focusing on me.
Why is she bound to the bed? He questioned, raising his eyebrows.
Benjamin's irate remark, "This fucker tried to rape my sister," was directed toward Ray.
"Sister?" was mockingly spoken.
"Just let's all calm down and make a decision.
This reminds me of sage elders."
Jackson had a thought. I don't have time for this bullshit; Ray said as he raised his hand and left the room.
All that was left to do was stand here in the cold and wait for my obstructed faith since I could not use my powers. In the end, my hands were restrained.
The individual swiftly leaped into action and dispersed the brawl. Ray stood on the opposite side of the room from Rodent. Wondering what will happen next, with so much surprise. And all the look on his face tells that something was actually not right.
The person quickly sprung in action and was able to break apart the fight. Rodent stood on one side of the room and Ray on other side. They were both glaring daggers at each other.