Chapter Two

Chapter Two

My Warlock. My Saviour

Elena

How long have I been running? I can't recall. However, I can't stop now. I have to keep running. I have to run until I am out of the pack borders.

"There she is!!!". A sudden voice growled loudly from a corner, and before I could even dash off, four guards grabbed me harshly by both arms.

"Let go of me". I managed to utter, my voice trembling as my hands grew clammy.

"Shut up you poor stupid pig. We are taking you back to the royal pack house, and nothing shall save you from the Luna's wrath".

"Please just let me go. I don't want to go back there, you know how much every one in the Pack despises me especially the Luna". I cried out, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Hey is okay, we aren't going to take you back there, but that's if only you can take us all". One of the guards leered at me, licking his lips suggestively and rubbing a hand on his crotch. The others snickered too, their eyes flickering over me with want and lust.

I shook my head, backing away from them, my heart slamming against my ribs.

"You better not try to run away Elena. We know you want this". The red haired guard gestured to his body, and my stomach churned in disgust.

"You've been stuck in the palace for three fucking years and we know you want this pleasuring experience. So is either you let us ride you the easy way or we will ride you the hard way". They all laughed and began to close up on me.

"You perverts should get the fuck away from me, or else I will unleash my beast and kill you all". I sneered - or I tried to. It came out more as a wheeze and the guards burst out laughing, clenching their stomach tightly as tears welled in their eyes.

The red haired guard took the first step closer and I felt his disgusting breath against my skin. If only the beast in me will be unleashed like that night, but like all other times I have prayed and hoped it remains locked up in it's cage. The red haired trailed his fingers along my face, and I instantly spat at him.

That's when the first blow hit.

I groaned in pain, and clenched my stomach tightly gasping continuously for breathe, but before I could even recover, another hit came, this time from my back. I crumpled to the ground, blood spilling from my lips as hot tears blurred my vision.

"Please..." I whimpered, my tears falling freely as I sobbed. The guards laughed harder, their hands roaming my body. Strong arms grabbed my shirt ripping it off - the hands moved freely on my breasts, cupping it with my bra still on. Another hands slipped into my trouser, and inside my laced blue underwear caressing my groan.

My blood ran cold and my eyes instantly grew double the size. I was about to be raped and maybe even killed. I felt my tears roll freely down my cheeks and just as my bra was about to be ripped off an order came from the corner.

"Get your filthy hands off her this minute!". The deep masculine voice thundered and in an instant a sharp cracking of bones filled the air, followed by a gut wrenching scream from the men, then gurgles, and finally silence.

I craned my neck to see who my savior was, and the moment our eyes met I immediately stopped - not just one thing but all things. I stopped hearing, breathing, thinking and I drank him in like the brandy the Luna always kept hidden in her wardrobe. Dangerous. Forbidden. Yet too damn hot for me.

His eyes were a beautiful pair of green that reminded me of the forest; I could literally get trapped in them, and his jet black hair was dischelved and dripped water, adding more sheen to his appearance.

He had a fair porcelain skin. His nose was perfectly sculpted, and his jaw line was so sharp it could slice. Tattoos peaked out from his half bottoned shirt and I felt warmth spread in between my legs.

"Are you okay". He asked leaning towards me, and resting his hands lightly on my knees.

"You saved me". I murmured turning my face towards his, my heart rate rocketing at his words and touch, then escalating further when I realised how close his face was to mine. And then, that's when I breathed in the Warlock scent coming out from him. We were trained to hate Warlocks and raise alarm whenever we saw one. But today, a Warlock, who was supposed to be our worst rivalry saved me from my own people.