“That explains it.” I said. When mom got home that night I got her to take the stitches out of my back. The wounds were pretty much healed up again, but she was afraid that I would have scars. I didn’t really didn’t care about that. The following morning I went to work like I always did and eve
Jack was trying to use his body weight from stopping me from fighting back. But I managed to knee him between the legs at one point, but that didn’t stop him. “Good girl. I like it rough.” He laughed. He tore my shirt and then leaned back slightly to unbuckle his pants. I tried to use that to m
“Is that all now? Is it safe to walk out of here or do you want me to wait until night time?” I asked. “Why are you always such a smart ass?” He asked. “Because I can be. And because no one in this pack has earned my respect for me not to be a smart ass.” I said. “You know that I’m not the one
Logan pushed me backwards until I was flush against the wall behind me and he pulled back to look at my face before he started kissing down my jawline and down to my neck. His hand slid down to my thigh, lifting it up to his waist and pulling me up off the ground, wrapping my other leg around his w
I wasn’t sure when I had fallen asleep, but I wasn’t the only one. I woke up really early the next morning and I realized that we were still in my mother’s bed. I bet she wasn’t expecting to see this when she got home from work. I got up and threw on some clothes that were in the cupboard and I w
He looked like hell after being in the dungeon overnight. I guess they didn’t treat him that well. I stood there watching while Logan got on with what he needed to do. He accused Jack of sexual assault, but he never named me as the victim. He kept my name completely out of it. “I, Alpha Logan Bren
When I got to the trailer I slammed the door and I was pacing back and forth. I didn’t know what to do or what to think. I was angry, frustrated, pissed, hurt…every feeling that a person could have, I was having them all right now. I could barely keep one thought straight in my head, but once the
I left the driver’s door open and I had to cut my hand again because that wound was already healing as I was walking through the woods. Letting the blood drop from my hand. Knowing that this would leave a false trail. I took my exact steps back to the car and I grabbed my bag out the back of the c