Tormenting Her

Sage

I only wanted one thing tonight—to torment her. To make her feel the weight of rejecting me, the Alpha. People beg for my attention; they don’t throw it away like trash. And yet she did. So I planned to give her a night she would never forget. That was the whole point of sending her to that incomplete, abandoned building. I didn’t intend to show up at all. I wanted her uncomfortable. Worried. Crying. Regretting.

But somehow… my feet still carried me there.

I told myself it was curiosity. Control. The desire to see the consequences of her stupidity with my own eyes. But the truth was quieter and irritating—something in me felt off the moment she texted that she was already on her way. Something in me couldn’t stay home.

So here I was, hidden between cracked concrete and shadows, my back against a cold wall as I watched her stumble inside. The place was dark, empty, and dangerous. Exactly what she deserved. But the moment those men showed up—three of them, grown, filthy, the kind that hunted trouble—my jaw tightened.

She froze when their flashlight hit her face. I saw the panic ripple across her body, her hands trembling, her breath catching. One of them barked at her, demanding to know who she was. She choked on her words, fear spilling through every part of her.

I should’ve smirked and enjoyed the show.

For a moment, I did.

Until the leader stepped forward, crouching in front of her like she was prey, and dragged his fingers along her cheek.

My smirk died.

Her whole body shook as she stuttered out useless syllables. He laughed, revealing crooked, brown teeth, and leaned closer as if tasting the scent of her fear.

“Since you’re here,” he said, “why not let us have a little fun, okay?”

She whimpered. Actually whimpered. Tears streamed down her face, and she shook her head frantically. “No… no, please… no—”

He grabbed her hair, yanked her forward, and forced her to her knees.

A low growl tore up my throat before I even realized it escaped. It echoed through the unfinished walls, cold and sharp enough to slice through the air.

The men froze.

And I stepped out of the shadows.

All three men snapped around. One of them dropped his flashlight, and it rolled across the dusty floor, casting a shaky arc of light around the room. The beam slid across my boots, up my legs, and finally over my face.

The instant recognition hit them.

“Al—Alpha… S–Sage?” one stuttered, his voice breaking like his lungs forgot how to breathe.

Good.

Fear suited them.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I walked straight toward the one who touched her—the filth who dared run his fingers down her face like she was something he could claim. His entire body trembled as I reached him. He tried to step back, but his legs gave out beneath him.

I grabbed his hand before he fell completely, lifted it, and bent his fingers backward without hesitation. The crack echoed through the building, sharp and satisfying. He screamed—high, ugly, desperate.

Eve flinched behind me, her breath catching in her throat. I could hear it clearly.

“How dare you touch her,” I said, my voice low enough to scrape the floor. I wasn’t yelling. I didn’t need to. Wolves like me never need to raise our voices to make people listen.

The man fell to his knees, clutching his ruined hand, crying, begging, and unable to form real words. The other two dropped down instantly, their palms flat against the dirty concrete, their heads bowed so low their foreheads nearly touched the ground. They didn’t even dare look up.

Running would have been suicide. They knew it. Everyone knew the Alpha’s speed was death itself.

“Leave,” I said, cold and final. “And never show your faces again.”

They didn’t wait for a second command. All three scrambled up and bolted toward the exit so fast they tripped over each other, nearly falling on the way out. Their footsteps faded into frantic echoes, swallowed by the night.

Silence followed.

I turned to her.

Eve was still on the floor, her legs folded beneath her like they couldn’t hold her weight. Her hair was tangled, her face streaked with sweat and tears. Dirt smudged her clothes. She looked exhausted, shaken, and completely undone.

And all of that… every mess on her body was a result of what I orchestrated.

I ignored the faint strike of guilt that tried to surface.

“Stand up,” I said. “You won’t sit there forever.”

There was no response.

I walked past her and picked up her phone from the ground. Wolves see perfectly in the dark, and the thin beam from the fallen flashlight made it easier. When I turned back, she was still sitting exactly where I left her—frozen, trembling, staring blankly.

I exhaled quietly and walked to her again, lowering my hand for her to take.

She slapped it away instantly. “Leave me alone,” she hissed, her voice shaking more from fear than anger.

I scoffed once, faintly. “You’re being ridiculous.”

Before she could protest again, I lifted her off the floor and threw her over my shoulder. She screamed, pounding her fists against my back, her kicks useless in the air.

“Put me down! Let me down!” she yelled. “You freak! Son of a bitch.”

I tightened my arm around her waist and started walking.