All Chapters of Torn Between the Alpha and the Vampire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I hardly noticed when the car came to a stop.Fear enveloped me. I couldn't even think. The seconds seemed to transform into minutes as I anxiously waited for the trunk to pop open. I didn't know what happened after they opened it. I had a pretty good idea but it wasn't one that I wanted to think about because it ended with me dead. The werewolves hated me, after all.I nearly screamed when it finally opened but instead I stared at the man standing above me with wide eyes. He looked me over like he was calculating whether or not he would be able to carry me to wherever it was I was going to be taken. With a sigh, he then looked up and said, "Jules, bring the rope."I saw this as the only opportunity I would ever have to escape because after this, I'd be bound and it was over. I couldn't just stare at him and do nothing. This was my life, and I owed it to myself to try.He didn't see me raise my foot to kick him where it really hurts. He bent ov

We kissed until my lips felt chapped and painful.Felix had no interest in keeping his hands to himself. His hands roamed my body freely. The butterflies in my stomach didn't rest, not for a second. I could hardly believe that we were doing this right here. Everything felt like a dream but I didn't mind; I had grown sick and tired of my reality. It didn't take long for things to escalate. His hands were now under my T-shirt and I felt them inching closer to my breasts, which ached with the need of his hands on them. I felt my nipples straining against the material of my bra almost painfully, begging to be released. Felix sensed this urgency, or maybe he read it in the depths of my mind. I didn't know and didn't care. All I could focus on now was how he was peeling my shirt off my body almost impatiently, a wild look in his eyes. I was now only in my bra. The ground beneath me was cold and merciless and his lack of significant warmth wasn't helping, but the fire burning deep inside

I kept staring at Felix, unable to look anywhere else.After his last confirmation of this horrible, unbelievable plan, two werewolves went down the hole again and it seemed everyone was waiting for their return and nothing else was said. I stared and stared at him, hoping that he would shake his head at me or signal that it was all a misunderstanding. I was hoping for this even though I heard his confirmation. I heard him say ‘correct’. He confirmed everything Father said. I was a fool but a fool with hope. Felix stared back at me with an expression so blank now that it was frightening. I was scared shitless now, I couldn’t deny it. Because if I understood things correctly, he wasn’t here to save me. No, quite the contrary. He was here to sell me to these people in exchange for his brother, who had allegedly been starved by a werewolf pack. He told me that personally so what was all of this about?Behind me, there was movement and noise. I had to look and see what the two werewol

"What do you want?" I asked him impatiently. The werewolf stepped out of the darkness and continued staring at me. He never averted his gaze, not once. "You don't feel it?""Feel what?"He didn't answer me. I had got through enough but this behavior of his was really starting to mess with me. He always found a wya to come down here to talk to me and the problem was that whenever he was around me, his expression and demeanor was always indecipherable, so I didn't have a clue what he wanted from me. Even now, he wasn't making sense. He continued looking at me and at some point, I decided that I would just stop paying attention to him altogether. Maybe if I ignored him, he would leave me the hell alone and go about his wolfish business. God, what did werewolves even do all day? How are they rich?When it was clear that he wouldn't go away and that he clearly wanted something, I asked him, "Will you just tell me what it is already and leave? For the love of God! I'm in pain and I haven

"You again," I said weakly. There was mild disbelief in my words.The werewolf approached me and as he did, I realized that his eyes weren't on my face. They were on my neck, on the noose around it. In his eyes, even in the dark, I saw rage."This shouldn't be happening," he mumbled.I didn't have an answer for him. I couldn't even think of one. I was tired, hungry, and thirsty. Every bone in my body was on fire and I was on the verge of giving up completely. I couldn't figure out why I was still standing. I had no hopes, so why was I still on my feet?His fingers skimmed lightly over my cheek and this was enough to wake me up. I inched away from him and stared at him with wide eyes. "What are you doing?"I wasn't angry; I was scared. He creeped me out but I was always safely in my cage. It was never like this. Out here, there was nothing stopping him from hurting me and nobody would care either. I was the witch they wanted dead."Get away from me!" I exclaimed. "I tried to," he told