The Taming Begins ||

Camille's POV

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“Stop! Don't come any closer or I'll scream,” I said, moving closer to the towel rack.

He laughed hysterically, then continued towards where I stood. “I'd love to hear what you sound like when you do.”

Before his hand could touch me, I reached for a towel from the rack and snapped his wrist.

But he was bigger and faster, pulling my hand and the towel at the same time as I landed my butt on the floor.

He stood over me, raising his brows slowly and cunningly to my face as he inspected my body on the floor.

“I like how feisty you are. I think you'll enjoy showing me more of that in bed.”

Slap!

It was quick, hot and damn painful. He pulled my hair, dragging me towards the bathroom.

“Please, don't do this,” I said, fighting to pull away from his grip.

His hand on my neck as he drew me up, the other hand holding my hair as he pulled tighter.

His breath on my face made me feel sick. The cold air in the room suddenly made me feel even worse.

“Alpha, please! Don't do this!”

He smirked wickedly. “Make me!”

The rest of that night scraped whatever was left of my sanity.

The sound of Alpha Sigewuf snoring loudly as he laid beside me made me want to rip him apart.

I sat on the floor, my knees pulled to my chest. My throat was parched and dry. I had screamed for help, and no one had shown up.

I wanted to cry, but the tears didn't dare flow. It felt like my tears had dried up at the first wear of my flesh as he forced his way through me.

I stood up and walked into the bathroom, scrubbing and pulling at the skin I didn't think was worthy anymore.

I wanted to wash away this filth—Alpha Sigewuf's filth from me. But no matter how much I scrubbed, it felt like a stain that would never leave unless the cloth was discarded.

Coming out of the bathroom, I changed into a cashmere sweatshirt and navy blue pants, pulled my hair into a bun, and sat on the chair of the dresser, watching Alpha Sigewuf sleep.

If I stared, this would be the genesis of my end. Picking up the black hairpin from the dresser, I stood beside Alpha Sigewuf as he snored, spotting his vein. I wished desperately to pierce the pin into it, but I didn't. I pinned the note in my hand to the bed, a spot he wouldn't dare miss.

With a swift movement of my hands, I grabbed my backpack from where it sat and jumped through the window.

Landing safely in one piece—a special skill I had discovered I had but kept as a secret from my family.

I ran in the direction of the woods, not stopping until I was sure I was out of sight.

Alpha Sigewuf would meet with me again, but certainly not as the girl he stripped of her innocence.

This time, I would be a woman who had gained back her confidence, and he would pay dearly for what he had done to me.

I ran as fast as my feet could carry me, stopping to catch my breath beside a tree.

I had no idea how long I had run. I opened my backpack, pulled out my wristwatch, and strapped it on quickly.

Then, that soul-wrenching smell hit my nostrils.

I could tell they were there even before I turned to face them.

Rogues!

Shit! Shit! Shit! Could this day get any worse?

I turned. The dagger that was a gift from Grandma Noa in one hand. As I bent forward, I held their gaze, spittle dropping from their canines.

It didn't take long for me to rip the smaller rogue apart. I aimed for the neck, dragging the dagger as deep as I could. The blood from it smelled worse.

Before I could think of taking a step towards the big rogue, lightning-fast movement was what I saw before the head of the big rogue was ripped away from its body, blood splattering everywhere.

Has Alpha Sigewuf found me?

I stood frozen at the same spot as a black wolf appeared, its eyes darker than night.

It stood beside the body of the dead rogue, looking from it to me as if sending a silent warning.

“Stay away from me, Alpha Sigewuf,” I raised the dagger in my hand.

“I'll rather die than watch you lay that filthy hand of yours on me.”

The black wolf stood. Its gaze now focused on me as I moved backward toward my backpack.

Without any drama, it morphed into its human form. Before I could react, I felt what seemed like an insect sting on my neck before my mind zoned out.