Assault by Mason !

EMMA

"Get out of my room, now!" I shouted at him. If he thought I was weak, he was sorely mistaken. I knew how to fight back.

"What if I don't?" he challenged, and it was clear now—you can't judge a book by its cover. I had once thought he was genuine, but seeing him like this made me feel disgusted.

"Alpha might not say anything to you because you’re his mentee, but my sister is the Luna of the pack. I wonder what she'll do when she finds out you assaulted me," I warned, my voice steady.

He stood up from my bed and moved closer, but I took a step back.

"Tonight, I’ll come to your room, and we’ll see who can stop me from having you," he said, reaching out to touch my face. I jerked my head away, the disgust on my face clear.

His expression showed annoyance at my resistance, but thankfully, he left the room. I let out a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

I called Elijah, but he didn’t pick up. He didn’t respond to my messages either. What game are you playing, Elijah? I thought, fear settling in. I was scared to be in this pack house, and I didn’t even feel safe in my own room. I was locked in and had no idea who to contact.

Violet wasn’t in the house; Carlos had sent her on holiday. And here I was, stuck with these devils.

I sat in my room, hungry and alone. I couldn’t contact my dad—he couldn’t do anything, and I valued his life more than anything else. I looked out the window, waiting for dawn, holding onto the hope that Elijah would come and protect me. I knew the love I had seen in his eyes was real. I kept my eyes fixed on the door, waiting for him to arrive and rescue me.

Later that night, I was startled by the sound of the doorknob turning. The door creaked open, revealing Lily, her face expressionless. She held a cheap, scrappy dress in her hands. I grimaced at the sight of it, praying it wasn’t what I thought it was.

"Beta Mason sent this for you," she said, placing the dress on my bed. It was a red, transparent dress—something I would never wear for the sake of some sadistic man.

"Tell Mason to shove it up his ass," I said, my voice cold.

"I can't do that," Lily replied. "I’m only here to follow orders. I don't know what’s going on in your life, but you’re in deep trouble," she added before turning and leaving the room.

I stared at the dress one last time before tossing it across the room. In my frustration, I broke the glass with my hand. The shards scattered on the floor, and my hands were bloodied. But I didn’t care. I grabbed a shard of the glass, holding it like a stake, preparing myself. If Elijah had abandoned me, I wasn’t going down without a fight.

It was time for Elijah to prove his feelings. Tonight would reveal a lot of things, and I was determined to witness it all. I sat on the bed, blood dripping from my hands. Half an hour passed, and I began to feel lightheaded from the blood loss. Just as my vision started to blur, I heard the doorknob turn again.

Mason walked into the room, his eyes locked onto me as he advanced. I tightened my grip on the glass shard, preparing to defend myself. He came closer and sat down on the bed next to me.

"I see you didn’t wear the dress I sent for you," he said, his fingers trailing up my legs in a way that sent shivers of disgust down my spine.

I saw my chance and moved to thrust the glass stake into his chest, but he caught my wrist mid-air, his strength overpowering mine.

"Baby, you're too slow," he mocked. "I’m a trained wolf, while you’re just a silly little thing who doesn't even know how to shift."

He tossed the glass stake aside, and before I could react, he was on top of me, attempting to kiss me. I turned my face away, unwilling to let any man touch me—especially not him. Only Elijah.

"So, you want to play hard to get?" he sneered, a smirk curling on his lips as he roughly groped me, his hands tearing at my clothes.

I screamed, desperate for someone, anyone, to hear me. Why is no one coming? Why hasn’t Elijah, the one who claimed to love me, shown up? My thoughts raced, but I was met with silence. I felt utterly abandoned. Everyone here was a liar, and I was just the fool who had believed Elijah would stand against his father for me.

Exhausted and broken, I stopped fighting. Nothing could save me now. I was nothing compared to the man hovering over me. This was the end.

His hands are slowly creeping into my sex and I no longer want to feel anything, his hands are just going to reach my vagina when the door gets open and reveals the angry Elijah.

He entered my room, grabbed Mason by the collar, and threw him to the floor. I stood up from the bed, retreating to the corner as the tension in the room thickened.

“I fucking dare you to come near her again, and I’ll have you chopped into pieces,” Elijah growled, pulling Mason up by his collar.

“Alpha, it’s Carlos’s order, we’re doing this for your welfare,” Mason stammered, fear now evident in his eyes.

“You’re special to me,” Elijah said, his voice cold with menace. “But if you ever touch her again, you’ll regret the day you were born.”

Mason swallowed hard, clearly terrified.

“If I ever see you anywhere near Emma again, only God can save you from me,” Elijah continued, his grip tightening on Mason’s collar. “And one more thing. You’ll tell Carlos you spent the night with Emma.”

Mason’s eyes widened in shock, but before he could respond, Elijah’s gaze turned deadly. “But why are you protecting her?” Mason sneered. “Don’t you want your own pups? Or is there something I don’t know?”

Elijah’s eyes narrowed, a predatory gleam in them. “I’ll claw your eyes out for even looking at her. And as Alpha, I order you to respect my every command.”

Mason bowed his head in silent submission, his fear now palpable.

Suddenly, Elijah shoved the glass stake into Mason’s hand, and Mason screamed in pain. I closed my eyes, unable to bear the sound.

“Is this the same hand that dared to touch her?” Elijah’s voice was low and dangerous. “Let this be a reminder—never touch her, never look at her. She is untouchable, and you’re not worthy to even think about her.”

Mason left the room, his hands dripping blood, the room now stained with the remnants of his punishment. The scene was horrifying, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of terror in the air.

Elijah turned toward me, his crimson eyes softening as they met mine. But then they moved to my bloodied hands, concern flashing across his face.

“What have you done, princess?” he asked, his voice tender as he walked toward me.

I couldn’t hold back the tears. A moment ago, I had been convinced no one would come to my aid.

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” I whispered, throwing my arms around him and staining his clothes with my blood.

“It hurts to know you didn’t trust me,” he murmured, pulling away slightly to meet my gaze. “I’d burn the entire world to protect you.”

He gently took my hands, carefully inspecting the wounds. He cleaned them and wrapped bandages around my hands, wiping away my tears in the process. His tie was loosened, and his hair was messy, but in that moment, he was my protector.

“You’re not just a human anymore. You’re a wolf, and with that comes power. You need to learn to heal your wounds,” he said softly, his words filled with quiet authority. “Your life has changed. You’re no longer helpless.”

I chuckled, the sound bitter. “But it doesn’t feel like it.”

“I’m the weakest woman who can’t protect myself from danger,” I said, feeling a wave of depression wash over me. What happened to me was an eye-opener, showing me just how vulnerable I am.

“You don’t know the history of your bloodline, do you?” he replied. “Every woman in your line is a warrior, each with special powers. And you, my little wolf, are no exception. You are special.”

He spoke as though he knew my bloodline inside out, and maybe he did, given his position as alpha. But right now, I didn’t want to ask him anything—I just wanted to be held by him.

He fumbled with a few things before, within minutes, entering the room with cleaning supplies.

“Lily, clean everything here. I don’t want to smell any other wolf in this room,” Elijah commanded, his voice cold and stern. Lily nodded, visibly fearful.

Then, Elijah gently scooped me into his arms, cradling me like a baby, and carried me into the bathroom. I was taken aback by how comfortable and intimate he seemed in front of Lily.

He set me down on the bathroom counter near the sink and looked directly into my eyes.

“Lily was the one who told me that Mason sent you that disgusting dress,” he explained, his tone hardening. “She also saw him entering your room.”

I was shocked. I hadn’t known that Lily had been the one to help me.