Me getting raped or even worse..
I took a long deep breath. My hands were trembling. I slowly glanced back in their direction. They wore hideous grins on their faces. I could see the burning lust in their eyes. I had the urge to start running. I'll take my chance of running in to another person than waiting here for them to attack me. “Sorry, but I'm good.” I answered them, my voice cracking. The fear had gotten a grip of me, and I let it take over. Hearing my innocent response, almost stirred up their list even more. “Come on sweet! You know you want a ride with us. We'll take you home safe.” Their drunken voices continued, this time even more persistent. Suddenly, one of them hopped down from the car and began walking towards me. “Hey come here.” Panic surged through my veins. I picked up my race the more but without trying to run. My eyes wandered around hoping to find even another person. No! I was completely alone to these men. I picked up my phone from my hand bag. I was about to call Mom, when a man's firm grip held my worst tightly dropping the phone to the floor. “Were trying to give you a ride, but you're very ungrateful.” I slowly looked up, to see a blond hair man, his eyes looked jaded. “Leave me alone!! I don't want a ride.” I struggled with him as best I could, but his grip was just too tight around my arm. “Let me go!! Please!!” my voice grew louder echoing through the empty streets. “Hey shut up!!” The man yelled in a stern voice. My loud screams seemed to have angered him. “Xander, Elvis. Get out now, she's screaming.” Oh no!! My heart raced even more when the man called out the two other men in the car.I couldn't break free from one of them, if two others join him then... I'm done for. I have to do something!
With a little bit of courage. I kicked back my leg to his knee, forcing him to loose his balance and then his grip. “Arggh!!” He let out a loud groan in pain. This was my chance! Using the opportunity of his distraction, i took off from them in flash. I took long strides, my legs stretching out on front of the other as I tried to quicken my pace. I took off in the opposite direction of where they were. “Hey come back!!” They chased after me as fast as they could. But I had a head start on them “If I get you girl, I'll kill you!!” “Don't try to act tough girl you'll regret it I promise!” They yelled out a few threats to my ear. My heart raced even faster. And in the heat of the moment, I took my mind off trying to escape them. My leg went against the other, taking me off my feet in flash. I lost my balance and fell on the concrete floor. A surge of pain was all over me. My head went in hard against the floor and oof swarmed out like an endless stream. I wanted to cry out in pain, but I held myself. Crying right now won't be of any help. It will only make me weaker in their eyes! My head ached terribly, my eyes were getting a bit heavy. They slowed down their pace seeing me helpless on the floor. They slowly approached me, like a predator stocking his prey. “Please... let me go.. Please.” I pleaded desperately, tears rolling down my cheeks. They showed not even a flicker of sympathy inspite that. “Dont worry princess. When we’re done with you, you can go home.” The blonde hair man said, as he wore a sick smile on his face. My eyes widened in fear hearing his words. I mustered the last ounce of strength I had left to rise back to my feet.I could barely even walk only limp. Before I could even take another step, i felt painful yank on my hair collapsing me to the floor again.
“Enough of this. No more child's play.” The blonde hair guy yelled out. The two men beside him began to fold up their sleeves. I crawled back to the wall resting my back against it. My eyes were now even more heavy, I could feel myself drifting out of consciousness. The men began to approach me yet again, but this time, I was helpless as ever. “Save me, please.” I muttered a short prayer. I could only hope for a miracle to save me right now. Suddenly i heard a loud roar from a corner . Almost like that of a dog but more fierce and louder. I wanted to look at its direction but I couldn't shift my head. I glanced at the three men after me. I saw fear and terror in their eyes. It was as if they saw a ghost. “Please don't kill us.” “Stay back beast.” I heard faint voices pleading desperately. I was beginning to drift in and out of consciousness, when suddenly I saw a huge beast jump out of nowhere and bounced on the men. There cries of fear, soon turned to pain. I was now half conscious when a figure appeared in front of me. I couldn't even muster the energy to look at whoever it was. Suddenly I felt a warm breath around my neck before I felt a sharp pain. It was as though the sharp teeths of a dog sank into my flesh. But my body and my mind was too weak to pay attention to it. Soon, my vision began to blur, my eyes fluttering. Before I became completely unconscious I heard a faint voice, almost like it was from another world. “You are now my mate, Arie.” And then I gently shut them and let the darkness envelope me.Chapter 91Victor POVThe wind blew strongly across the high ridge, strong and heavy.And below, the valley stretched wide and waiting—bare of movement, thick with tension. The Blackmist border loomed in the near distance. So close I could smell it.Enough waiting.I turned from the ridge, eyes sweeping over the warriors assembled behind me. Two hundred of them. The best. Trained in fire and blood. My shadow wolves, bound by oath and fear and the quiet promise of power I had yet to unleash.They were watching me now—silent, focused, waiting for my word.I bared my teeth in a grin that held no warmth. Only hunger.“I’m done waiting,” I said, voice low but sharp enough to cut through the wind. “Every hour we waste gives them time to prepare. Time to doubt. Time to hope.”A ripple of unease moved through the front ranks. I welcomed it.“Hope,” I spat, stepping forward. “That’s what makes them weak. That’s what makes them foolish. That’s what ends tonight.”The crowd began to shift—eyes
Luca POVI stared at the maps spread across my desk, my mind still squirling with thoughts. I’d looked at this same terrain for hours, memorized every tree line, every slope. But nothing made sense today. Every route I drew ended in blood.Victor’s men weren’t just testing our borders—they were taunting us.I rubbed the heel of my hand against my temple. Sleep had been a luxury I hadn’t tasted in three days. Aria’s voice had been the only thing tethering me to sanity. Her sharp, grounded logic. Her refusal to let me spiral.But she hadn’t come by tonight. And that silence was starting to claw at my chest.A knock landed against my door, sharp and quick.“Enter,” I said, too tired to care who it was.A guard stepped in, barely able to breath like he ran a marathon to get here. “Alpha,” he said, then hesitated—like he was about to deliver a death sentence.I straightened, already on edge. “Spit it out.”He cleared his throat. “One of the East Wing warriors… Zane… he said Aria collapse
Light slipped through the curtains in lazy stripes, soft and quiet like it wasn’t supposed to be waking me. But my body had other ideas. I shifted under the blankets, trying to ignore the twist in my stomach that had been hanging around for days now. That kind of nausea that doesn’t just come and go—it lingers, waiting to catch you off guard.Today, though, it was worse. Way worse.I peeled my eyes open, blinking against the pale morning light. My body felt heavy. Sitting up was a slow, clumsy thing, and my legs threatened to give out beneath me. I grabbed the edge of the bed, steadying myself with a breath I didn’t know I was holding.Then it hit.The sickness, sharp and cruel. I barely made it to the side before doubling over, the world tilting sideways as I emptied everything I had. The sound of it felt loud in the quiet room, more raw than I expected.When it was over, I stayed there, leaning against the wall, chest shaking, trying to catch my breath. The sting at the corners of
Aria's POV The clang of blades striking echoed across the training fields, rhythmic and sharp. Warriors were everywhere—young, old, seasoned, raw—each one locked in the dance of war, prepping for something they all knew was coming. Elena walked quietly beside me, arms folded, her face unreadable. I kept my eyes on the field but my thoughts wandered.It was strange seeing them all train like this, some of them barely more than boys, clinging to discipline to hide the fear simmering beneath their skin. This wasn’t practice anymore. This was survival prep.“You think they’ll hold if Victor storms the borders?” I asked.Elena gave a dry laugh. “They’ll try. Most will die first. But they’ll try.”We slowed our steps near a group of younger warriors—maybe no older than twenty—practicing close-range maneuvers. One of them broke away when he saw us. He was tall, his black hair tied back, sweat shining down his neck. He jogged over, wearing the kind of smile that had gotten him into and out o
Luca’s POVThe war table was scattered with maps—hand-drawn layouts of the South Wing, border trails, known routes Victor might use. I leaned forward, elbow resting beside a marked-out path leading from the valley toward the ridge.“We double their numbers,” Elijah was saying, eyes narrowed. “But they’ve got the position. If they’ve fortified the South Wing, it won’t be easy picking them off without a loss.”“Then we don’t go in blind,” I said, tapping one of the corners of the map. “We funnel them. Push them toward the ridge and cut them off from supplies. If we force their hand, they’ll slip.”He nodded, his focus locked for a moment—until it wasn’t.A long silence passed between us before he finally spoke, more cautious now. “And Elena?”My head didn’t move, but I felt my shoulders tense.“What about her?” I asked, though I already knew.“You haven’t looked her in the eye since the meeting,” Elijah said, voice low. “And earlier... she seemed like she wanted to speak to you.”I exha
Aria POV The sunlight filtered in, slicing thin gold lines through the curtains and across my face. It took me a moment to remember where I was.And what I had seen.I sat up slowly, the weight of the vision still pressing against my ribs like something physical. I hadn’t dreamed it. I hadn’t imagined Victor’s voice or the blood on Luca’s chest or the emptiness that followed. That was the future. Or… it could be.I ran a hand through my hair and let my feet find the cold floor. Luca had said we’d talk today—in the war room. I didn’t know what that meant for the pack or for me. But I knew one thing: if there was even a chance I could stop that future from happening, I’d do whatever it took.The halls of the packhouse were unusually quiet as I made my way through them. Like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for something to crack. Warriors passed me with nods, their faces grim, their bodies tense. The air buzzed with the memory of yesterday’s clash and the fear of whatever cam