Chapter 28

SYLVIA

Darkness surrounded me in the boot of the car. I tried not to panic, breathing slowly, feeling around in the darkness for something, anything to keep me grounded. Cold metal, carpet, more cold metal. It felt like a metal coffin. Must just breathe.

The road became bumpy and I was thrown around against the sides of the car. My body hurt. I felt like crying, but I had no tears to cry. I was so thirsty. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. Where was he taking me?

My poor Nina. She was terrified, but so brave, trying to rescue me from the monster. Yes, he was a monster. What he was going to do to me, I could only imagine. Worst he could do was to kill me. No, I knew from experience that there were things he could do that was worse than death. Death would be merciful. And he had no mercy in him.

I prayed to the Moon Goddess to save me. I prayed Hunter should find me. I prayed Drake would kill me. I prayed until I passed out.

***

Rough hands lifted me out. He threw me over his shoulder again. I couldn’t open my eyes I was so tired.

“Welcome home, little Mouse.” He threw me down onto a bed.

I forced my eyes open. We weren’t in the pack house or his home. I didn’t recognize the place. It was a wooden cabin. Of course, he was many things, but he wasn’t stupid. He couldn’t take me back to his pack. That would be the first place Hunter would go to look for me.

“Where have you taken me?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

“Somewhere he would never find you.” He sounded sure of himself.

My heart pounded fast, it was more than fear that made my heart sped up, it was anger. A deep, boiling anger and I plan to hold onto it as best I could.

“Hunter would never give up. He will find me and when he does, he will rip your black heart out.” I ground my teeth together, my fists were balled so hard my nails cut into my palms.

Those red eyes blazed over me. The scar on his face lifted in a grimace. He roared with laughter.

“The little mouse wants to bite?” he reached for me. “Come here, my pet. Have you forgotten your place so soon?”

I kicked him in the chest, but he grabbed my ankles, twisting them until I screamed. He laughed, pulling me closer. I fought him all the way. Screaming and hitting him, scratching his face, it only made him burn with lust.

“I like this side of you.” He said as he ripped my panties off. “It makes me want to fuck you hard.”

“No! I hate you! Don’t touch me!” I was hysterical. He was about to rape me and I couldn’t fight him off. He was too strong.

He grabbed hold of my wrists with one hand. The other hand he loosened his belt, pulled his pants down to free his engorged penis.

“Please, don’t do this. Please…” I couldn’t scream anymore, my throat hurt. My voice was all but gone.

He forced my legs apart and entered me forcefully. My eyes flew open wide. I was dry and it burned, but he thrusted over and over again. I feared he tore my vagina open. The pain made me nauseous. Finally, he grunted with his release spurting into my womb. He collapsed on top of me. I cried soundlessly.

He raised himself up on an elbow and glared down into my face. I turned my face to the side; I couldn’t look at him. His fingers impaled my cheeks as he turned my head around.

“If you ever dare to hit me again, I’ll not be so gentle with you. Do you hear me?” he said, the words spoken so softly it sent shivers down my spine.

I stayed silent.

“Words, Sylvia.!” He growled in my face.

“Yes!” I spat at him.

“Yes, Alpha,” he demanded.

“You are not my Alpha! Hunter is my Alpha.” I glared right back at him, feeling the anger coil inside my insides, ready to strike like a hungry snake.

He ripped my dress and saw Hunter’s mark on my shoulder. He traced it with a finger. I saw to my horror his claw extending. Drake sneered at me while he traced the mark with his claw, leaving a bloody trail in its wake. I bit back my screams.

“This mark means nothing. I will tear if off you, little Mouse. You are and always will be mine.” He licked the blood off my shoulder. It made my skin crawl with disgust. I tried to get up to get away from him. But he grabbed hold of my breast and squeezed it hard. I yelped.

“Now behave and I will give you some water. You must be thirsty from all your screaming.” He got up from the bed.

I scanned the room, searching for an escape route. He saw right through me.

“Now, now, Sylvia. You can try to run, but you know what will happen when I catch you. Don’t try my patience.” He went to the cupboard and took out a collar.

I felt faint. Oh Goddess, not that, please not that. I shook my head vehemently.

“No, no…”

He grabbed me by the hair, pulling me off the bed and attached the collar. Throwing me down on the floor, he dragged me by the hair towards a chain attached to the far end of the room where he joined the collar to the chain with a lock.

“There you go, my pet. Behind you is the bathroom. Clean yourself up. You reek.” He left the room.

***

When he left, I sat on the floor, my legs jelly. I was stunned. I was living my worst nightmare. Every part of me hurt. I wanted to die. I thought about Hunter. Could he feel it when Drake raped me? I felt soiled, would Hunter want me again?

What will I do if he rejected me? I would kill myself.

I dragged myself up holding onto the wall. Slowly I went into the bathroom. It hurt to walk. Drinking directly from the tap, I managed to slake my thirst. His scent was all over me and I needed to wash it off. The chain was just long enough for me to get into the tiny shower. He must have had it all worked out. Opening both taps I let the water stream over me, not bothering to remove my ripped dress. Sinking to the cement floor, I rested my head against the wall.

“Hunter, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I need you.” I whispered into the universe. “Help me, please help me.”

***

Drake stood in the doorway, watching me, arms folded across his broad chest. I could feel his eyes on my body.

“Get up.”

I pulled myself up, slowly. He threw a towel at me.

“Clothes are on the bed.” He turned around and walked away.

I shivered and my teeth chattered together. Whether from the cold water or from shock, maybe both. I wrapped the large white towel around my body and shuffled to the bedroom. A black T-shirt and black shorts lay on the bed. No underwear. Bile rose in my throat and threatened to come out of my mouth. I swallowed it down.

At least he wasn’t in the room. I slipped out of the ruined dress and quickly pulled the shorts and T-shirt on. Again, the chain was just long enough to allow me to lie down on the bed. The collar chafed my neck and try as I might I could not get my fingers in underneath it to adjust it. The lock lay heavily on my collarbone. I pulled at it, but it wouldn’t budge. If only my wolf was alive, I could have easily broken it off. I felt so defeated. A wave of fatigue washed over me and my eyes closed.

Drake woke me up by yanking on the chain and I clung to the blanket to stop myself from falling off the bed.

“Get up, dinner is ready.” On the table were two plates of food and bottles of water. Some kind of stew on a bed of rice.

I hardly believed my eyes. Did he actually cook or was there someone else here except us? Watching him, I sat down carefully. We never ate together. What was he playing at?

Drake started eating. I just sat and watched him. He dropped his fork and glared at me.

“Eat!” he roared.

I flinched, mentally cursing myself for the reaction. This time I was determined not to let him have control over me.

The food was surprisingly good. I ate everything and drank the water. He watched me throughout, a strange expression on his face.

“What do you say, little Mouse?” he drawled, a smug smile on his face.

“Thank you, it was good.” I said, keeping my eyes on the plate.

Drake sat back in his chair, his fingers drumming on the table, just staring at me with those red eyes. He had his long black hair loose and it fell to his shoulders.

“What do you want from me, Drake?” I mustered all my courage to ask. He could slap me around, but I will not call him Alpha.

He raised an eyebrow at my question, seemingly surprised by my question.

When he didn’t answer I continued. “You don’t love me. So why don’t you just kill me?”

He grunted. “Love?” He slammed his hand down on the table, making the plates jump. “What is love? Do you think your little Prince Charming loves you?”

I squared my chin, glaring at him. “Yes, he does. And I love him.”

He stood up so fast the chair fell over and he came over to me. My whole being wanted to melt into the chair, but I resisted and lifted my head to look up at him.

He bent down so his nose touched mine, his hair fell forward, reminding me of Hunter. My heart yearned for Hunter. If Drake kissed me, I swore I would vomit in his face.

“There is no such thing as love, Sylvia. Your so-called love is caused by the mate bond, the curse of the fucking Moon Goddess.” His canines elongated. I swallowed hard. “Love is for fools who believe in fairy tales.” He growled in my face. “Love is pain, Sylvia. Can you feel it?”

My heart beat so fast I thought I was about to die. “You’re wrong, Drake. You don’t know what love is, because you can’t love anyone.” I said.

Drake grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. His mouth crashed onto mine. He has never kissed me before. I resisted, but he yanked on my hair and my mouth opened in a scream. His tongue invaded me, tasting me. I bit down hard. My mouth filled with the bitterness of his blood.

He jerked back howling and I released him.

“Can you feel the love, Drake?” I spat his blood out.

He stood there staring at me, puzzled, for a few seconds. Then he charged at me and knocked me from the chair. I fell hard, colliding with the wall. I didn’t dare to get up. He was mad.

“Sylvia. You need discipline. I see you have forgotten everything I taught you.” He towered over me. “You have become too big for your boots, haven’t you? But I will rectify that soon.” His big hands reached for me, grabbing my arms and hoisting me up.

“Why don’t you just kill me and get it over with, Drake?” I hissed at him.

He grinned at me. “Why would I want to kill the mother of my child?”

“What? You made sure I could never have any, have you forgotten?” He was insane, of that I was sure now more than ever.

“Tsk, tsk, Sylvia! Such a bad mother. How could you forget our little Nina?” he narrowed his glowing eyes at me, smiling slyly.