Chapter 6

Alyssa's POV

“Try this one.” My fiance, Taylor, ordered as his eyes trailed over me.

As my father promised, he arrived at our pack in the early morning and I was pushed to meet him. My father thought a shopping trip for our future wedding would be a good bonding experience so we were in a store with me trying on dress after dress until Taylor was satisfied.

It made me uncomfortable that there seemed to be no one else around at the moment. Maybe he wanted a chance to get to know me alone, but I didn’t like the thought of being with this man. Not with the way he looked at me.

I left the dressing room in a blue off-the-shoulder dress that clung to my curves dramatically with a low cut on the chest. I tried to convince him I didn’t like it but he insisted. It felt like I was naked.

Suddenly, Taylor pulled me against him so that we were face to face and my body was against his. I tried to push away but he held me tighter, admiring my exposed skin and curves with an evil grin.

It was clear what he wanted.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, my bride?” He asked, pressing his mouth against my neck as he inhaled my scent, “It almost makes up for your crimes.”

I shuddered in disgust, still trying to get away from him.

“I’m not your wife yet.” I reminded him fiercely.

His grip tightened and one of his hands moved to my chin, lifting my face to look into his eyes filled with power and lust, “I think you forget yourself. You were promised to me, you’re already mine to do with as I wish.”

I twisted my head out of his hands, refusing to look at him, to give him that satisfaction that I was the slightest bit afraid.

"If you touch me I’ll make you regret it.”

Taylor chuckled, bruising my arms with his fingertips, his nails cutting into me sharply, “Oh yeah, you and what army?”

I knew what he would do if I didn’t get away. I could picture the marks and the pain and the tears. I wouldn’t let him. So much had been taken from me already: my youth, my family. He would not take more from me.

Taylor got distracted as his hand trailed down my side, thinking I had accepted what he was going to do. I only had one chance to do this. So I swung my knee with all my might right between his leg, sending him straight to the ground, tearing my dress along the way as he tried to stay upright.

He tried to get up, but I sent a kick to his face, my sharp-toed heel landing in his eyes. Blood spurted as I removed my foot and he screamed in agony as he held a hand up to it, trying to stop it bleeding.

"You Bitch!" There was hatred in his eyes as the blood trickled down his face. He was like an animal, so angry it looked like he wanted to shift.

I ran to the door, reaching for a handle but a burst of fire shot towards me, almost singeing my hand.

Shit! I forgot he was from the Fire Bone Pack.

And he didn’t look like he had any mercy left for me.

I backed into a corner, my body shaking as I yelled for help, but before the words could leave my mouth he reached for me, wrapping one hand around my mouth and dragging me further away from the door. I tried to fight back, knowing I wouldn’t escape this unscathed if I didn’t try.

But my strength was nothing compared to his and he threw me to the floor, towering over me and kicking me in the stomach with a cruel smile as his eye slowly stopped bleeding.

I yelped, clutching at my stomach, I think he broke a few things.

“You will regret crossing me, wife.”

It chilled me more thinking he had no intention to kill me. This was only a glimpse of the torture I would face as his wife.