Chapter Two

Kara's POV

The loud music was carrying away the worries of the night; people were on the dance floor, happy and free. I wasn't happy, and I wasn't free.

I shifted my gaze to the bar and immediately went to sit down on the footstool. All I needed was alcohol to get drunk on. I had no money to pay for the drinks I intended on buying, but I just wanted to get rid of the pain my conscious mind feels.

The barman shot me a look I knew very well to be one of disdain, but I ignored it.

"Tequila shots, please," I demanded, and I saw the reluctance in his eyes. Yes, he hadn't expected an Omega to be allowed inside such a big nightclub.

I lower my head when the sharp pain slit past my heart again, and when the drink was handed over to me, in no time, I took it to my lips and gulped it down.

I winced softly at the bitterness, and a tear slid down my face. I collected another almost immediately after the first one.

Sincerely, I don't want to spend another minute with my right senses.

The second, third, and fourth drinks weren't a pleasure either, but they were drifting me away. My mind wasn't clouded by distress anymore. I am starting to feel my heart burn, my tongue is very dry, and my eyes cannot open very wide either.

In a few minutes, I had finished quite a number of glasses, and I was feeling better—much more light-headed.

It felt like I was floating, and for that moment, a lot of things did not matter anymore.

The entire world could reject me for all I care. As long as I had myself and this liquor, it was enough. Now that I think of Chris, I wish I had cut his face harder so that it would leave a mark.

"And what is an Omega doing here all alone?" A man asks me all of a sudden. He sits across from me. I groan and ignore him, which makes him shift his chair next to me. I was concerned with drinking alone. 

"Ouch. I'll pay for her drinks." He tells the barman who shot me yet another killer gawk.

I turned my face to the man but couldn't see his appearance well. He appears to be in his late twenties or so, and my wolf doesn't agree that he's a gentleman at all.

"C'mon, I am a nice man. Come here. Let me help you up. I just want to help."

"I didn't ask for your help." I disagreed, and my words slurred.

"Don't be such a tough one to deal with. I can give you some extra money if you behave." He reached his hand forward to touch me.

I flinched and leaned back.

"Don't touch me, please." I said to him in an almost pleading tone.

He chuckled softly and looked at the barman.

"I will take her home."

I have such a dense alcohol tolerance that I couldn't raise my voice at that moment for help. The man pulled me up, and with one of my arms around his shoulders, he took me out of the bar.

The night has gotten more chill after the rain. My head is all fuzzy, so I can't see properly where he's taking me, but I am sure we aren't in an open space.

"Leave me be." My voice didn't come out as dangerous as I wanted.

"I am just a good man watching out for you, girl." He ends his words with a chuckle.

After some time, he left me with my back against a cold wall. My face was down, like I was barely alive.

"No," I protested in a weak voice. I would have run away if I was in the right state of mind.

"Be a good girl now. I have been gentle enough," I heard him say in a warning voice as he started unbuckling something. "Don't give me trouble for the little penny you're worth." His lips touch my ears, and he adds. "If you let me slide in easily, I might just increase your pay."

"Please, let me go," I cried weakly, starting to realize I was going to be raped.

"Just shut up and enjoy it!" He turned me around, pressing my face into the wall.

"No panties? You are a slut, aren't you?" I heard him laugh while I cried.

I wasn't wearing pants only because there wasn't one at the cloth station.

"Stop, please." I whimpered. 

I felt his hand on my ass, and his touch was nothing short of irritating. I hated the fact that I was so weak compared to this man that I could not fight against him.

He kept shuffling his body against mine, wanting access to my core, and I closed my eyes, preparing myself for yet another horror in my life. He had pinned my hands against the war so hard that it also hurt.

Just as I felt something hard pressing against my ass with his chuckles filling the dark air, I heard a barging sound of a door slamming open and hitting against the wall opposite it.

I heard a low, deep growl before the man got away from me, and I heard his figure hit the trash can hard.

I turned in shock and quickly pulled up the gown before I stared at the scene before me.

There's a man towering over me with his back facing me. Something about him inflicts a frown on my face. I wasn't sure if I had seen him before.

"Turn around and close your eyes." It was a tone I dare not bid on.

Hastily, I turn and stare at the wall, anticipating what is about to happen. I wasn't sure of the next sound I heard, but it sounded like something broke after a muffling sound from a person.

A few seconds later, I heard nothing. Everything is now silent.

"A lady like you should know better than to drink mindlessly like that." He says so, and I turn around to face him.

He was the man who helped me inside the club earlier. Now, after the incident and the chill of the air, I feel a little sober and can see his face better too. He's so handsome with his chiseled jaw, perfect shaved beard, and beautifully shaped skull.

With him standing close to me, I could see how short I looked compared to him. A strand of hair fell off to the side of his head, slightly covering his thick, dark silver-tinted brows and silver cerulean eyes. He's the most perfect being I have ever seen, and he looks just unrealistic.

Before I could say a word of gratitude, he began to walk away.

"No, wait." I chase after his long legs. "I didn't get your name."

"You may call my undivided attention many times tonight, but don't push it." He murmurs words to himself that I'm not sure I interpreted well.

I stopped suddenly when something dripped onto the back of my palm. I stared at the thick, slimy, crimson-red liquid, and then it ticked in my head when I saw more of the same liquid washing off the ground. I looked up to see the man from earlier hung up and dead.

"Jes..."

"Your wolf says Jesus like the humans?" Asked the man when he turned back at me, but my brain went hazy afterwards.

He had just killed a man.

As I lost my sight, I heard him say, "Take her to my room. I'll come meet her when she wakes."