Chapter 5:

                                                                      ~Jane~

                                                                   

"We're so close, Jane. Keep going. Don't give up now. The borderline is just past those trees." The voice came again, steady and sure like a thread pulling me through the darkness.

I pushed my legs harder even though they screamed at me to stop. My lungs burned. My chest heavy. Branches tore at my skin as I sprinted through like it was the last breath of air I'd ever get.

Than, just as I passed through a gap between two ancient pines, it happened.

A wave of energy rippled through me. It wasn't physical, but it was as real as the blood pounding in my ears. Familiar. Like deja vu wrapped in something holy. A memory I never lived- but always carried. That feeling.

The same one I had two years ago under the full moon when I shot awake in the dead of night, heart racing, certain that someone out there was calling to me. I had felt it again now stronger. Real. But how? I was only sixteen. My wolf hadn't awakened. My mate shouldn't be able to feel me yet.

Was I imagining it?

I stumbled to a stop and turned in a slow circle, scanning the treeline, praying someone- anyone- was there. But the forest stood still. Empty. The wind carried no scent but pine and damp earth.

No one came.

I'd made it across the border, but I wasn't safe. Not really. Not from him.

Not from Zander.

My heart dropped as I heart it- the sharp, rhythmic pound of boots behind me. Closer. Closer.

He was coming. And he wasn't going to stop at the border.

"There you are, Jane."

Zander's voice cut through the trees like a serrated blade. Cold. Mocking. Confident.

"That's cute. You thought crossing into Moonlight territory would save you? Did you really think a line in the dirt could stop me from claiming what's mine?"

He stepped into the clearing, eyes locked on mine. His dark hair was tousled, his black shirt stained with sweat and fury. His gaze roamed over me with the same hunger I'd seen before- back in my room, before I jumped. That look made my stomach twist.

"Please, Zander..." My voice broke before I could even finish the plea to him. "You don't have to do this."

He laughed- actually laughed. "You think begging will work on me? Jane, Jane, Jane... You belong to me. You always have. Your body, your soul- your future. It's mine. And mine alone. It's just how it is in this pack. All you females belong to me, there's no running from that."

My pulse thundered in my ears as I took a step back.

"I don't belong to you Zander." I cried, desperation making my voice crack. "My mate is out there- he's real, and I'll find him."

Zander's eyes flashed with something dark- darker than anything I'd seen in him before. "You really believe in that fairy-tale? You think some perfect little wolf is going to come save you?" He smirked, stepping closer. "He'll never find you, or have you Jane."

I turned to run, but I wasn't fast enough.

His hands closed around my arm like a vice. I screamed twisting in his grip.

"Don't!" I gasped, fighting to break free.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "You'll stop fighting me soon. You'll submit to me Jane Foster. They all do."

I tried to knee him, but he anticipated it. He grabbed me by the waist and threw me to the ground like I weighted nothing to him.

My hands hit the earth hard, pain shooting up in my arms. He was on me in a second, straddling me, pinning my hips to the dirt.

"You're mine, Jane Foster," He whispered like a lover, but his words burned like poison. "The more you fight, the more I want you"

Tears spilled down my cheeks as I pushed against him, trying to wriggle free. But he was stronger- so much stronger. My strength was running out. My hope was flickering like a dying flame.

"This is where it ends," I whispered to myself, barely able to hear my own voice. "This is it."

Zander grabbed my wrists and forced them above my head, holding them there with one hand the other ran down my side, over my waist. toward the hem of my shirt.

"No!" I cried thrashing beneath him. "Don't do this!"

He didn't stop.

Terror clawed at my chest. I looked up at the trees, at the sky, at anything but him- anything to avoid the hunger in his eyes.

Please, I begged silently. Please someone help me. Voice, where are you?

I waited, still as stone beneath him, holding on to that last shared of hoping - pleading- that voice would return and tell me what to do.

But the silence stretched. Nothing came.

The voice that once gave me strength, that told me to jump, to run... was gone.

It was like the moment I crossed over into the Moonlight Pack's land, the voice disappeared- vanished into the shadows of the trees around me. Silent. Gone.

Why? I wondered, panic rising inside me like a flood. Why now? Why go silent now?

I had believed in it. Believed it would protect me like a lifeline. That it was tied to something bigger- maybe the Moon Goddess herself. That it would guide me to safety. That I wasn't alone. It gave me courage and helped me jump from the window. It had given me directions when I didn't know where to go. It gave me hope that everything truly was going to be okay.

But all I heard now was Zander's breath on my neck and the pounding of my own heartbeat.

What's going to happen to me now?

Why isn't it speaking to me anymore?

I thought I was meant to be protected...

And just like that, fear devoured me.

With tears rolling down my face, I just didn't know what to do anymore. Every breath burned in my chest. My body ached from the chase, and my heart felt like it was being torn apart.

And yet... There was still this tiny ember buried deep within me, flickering through the storm.

A part of me- small, almost drowned out by desire- that still wanted to fight.

To fight him.

To fight fate.

To fight whatever cursed destiny said I had to belong to Zander King.

But I just... couldn't.

There was nothing left in me. No strength. No voice. No escape.

Just fear.

Just exhaustion.

Just him- hovering over me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, praying the tears would somehow drown the nightmare. That I would wake up in my bed, and none of this would be real. That my mother would knock on my door and tell me breakfast was ready. That my sister was still alive. That Zander hadn't destroyed everything we loved.

But when I opened them again, he was still there straddling me as I continued to lay here in the grass.

Still smiling down at me, with his hand touching the skin of my waist.

He had that look- the one predators give right before they strike. A glint of cruel hunger in his eyes, like he enjoyed watching me fall apart.

I bit down hard on my lip, tasting blood. I didn't want him to hear me cry anymore. Didn't want to give him the satisfaction. But the sob that broke free wasn't something I could control, it tore from my throat like a dying scream.

And still... the voice stayed silent. Gone. Abandoning me here alone with Zander.

I felt like being left in the hands of a storm with no shelter. He continued to hover above me, his weight pressing into the earth on either side of my body. His breath fanned against my face, think with pride and power. I could feel his gaze, devouring, dark and hungry, and it made every muscle in my body tense with fear.

"That's it," Zander murmured in a low, threatening tone, his voice slithering in my ears. "Give in to me, Jane Foster. I am your Alpha. You were born to obey me in every-way."

He leaned closer, his face just inches from mine, the pressure of his presence unbearable.

"You will belong to me- mind, body, and soul. And if you resist, you'll regret it. I can break you, Jane. I will."

I couldn't move. My arms were pinned above my head, my back pressed into the cold grass beneath me. My heartbeat was so loud it drowned out everything else.

"You will obey," he whispered, his voice like poison in the night. "And if you try anything... it will be worse for you. Much worse."

I closed my eyes, wishing I could disappear. My voice wouldn't come, my lips barely able to form words. The weight of him- of his dominance, his entitlement- pressed into my chest like a boulder, suffocating me. I wanted to scream, but even that had been taken from me.

With his left hand he continued to hold my arms above my head, and with his right hand it moved from my waist. Possessive, claiming, and I felt dread poor deeper in my stomach. My body trembled with helplessness. I tried to twist away, but his grip only held me down more.

I was trapped. Completely at his mercy.

"Look at me," he demanded. his voice suddenly sharp. I refused.

He pulled back slightly, shifting his weight to his knees while keeping me pinned with his stare. "You think you're strong? You think you can resist me?" His voice turned mocking. "Your sister thought the same. You remember what happen to her, don't you?"

The mention of Sara twisted a blade in my chest.

"She fought me too," Zander said with a smirk. "She begged. She cried. And eventually- she broke. They all break. They all give into me."

Tears burned my eyes, but I wouldn't let them fall. Not in front of him. Not for him.

Where are you? I pleaded to the voice that spoke to me earlier. Please don't leave me now. You said I wouldn't be alone. You said I'd be safe. Where are you?

But there was still nothing from it.

No whisper. No guidance. Only silence.

Zander leaned in again, his hand starting to move upwards on my body. "No one's coming for you," he said quietly, almost gently- like a predator claiming it's pray. "It's just you and me now, Jane. the way it was always meant to me."

Taking his hand from inside my shirt, he brushed my cheek. I flinched.

"You're so beautiful when you're afraid," he whispered. His voice filled with darkness and desire.

The words slithered over my skin like cold water, chilling me to the bone. Opening my eyes, his eyes bore into mine, and the look in them wasn't human- it was hunger twisted into power. A predator savoring the helplessness of his pray.

"You look so beautiful beneath me, Jane Foster," he said, his voice low and sickeningly tender. "I've waited so long for this moment."

My stomach turned.

Then I felt it- his hands moving down my legs, slow and possessive. I stiffened, heart hammering against my ribs as panic flooded my senses. His fingers brushing the outside of my knees, lifting them gently, deliberately, as though savoring my terror.

"No," I breathed, the word barely escaping my lips.

He paid no mind.

With calculated calm, he positioned my knees upward and apart, caging me in the cold grass, his movements confident and unhurried. I tried to resist, tried to lock my legs, but he was stronger. His grip was unrelenting.

"I love this," he murmured, almost to himself. "I love seeing you open. Right where you belong."

Tears continued to well in my eyes, blurring the canopy of the trees above me. My body trembled with fear, my mind racing with desperate thoughts. Is there really happening? Is this how it ends- for me, like it did for Sara? This is truly to become my fate?

I felt so helpless. So trapped. So powerless beneath his weight and his dominance.

And yet even in my desperation for help from the voice, there was still only silents from it. I haven't heard a word come from it and that scared me.

Fear continued, clutching in my chest like a vice. I felt like I was sinning, drowning in it. I could hear nothing but the sound of my own breathing, ragged and shallow.

"I told you this would happen," Zander whispered, his face hovering close to mine again. "It was always meant to be. You're mine, Jane Foster and there's nowhere left to run."

I squeezed my eyes shut.

Is this it? the end for me?