Semua Bab Running Wild : The Cruel Alpha Kings: Bab 1 - Bab 10

One year ago…I shouldn’t be here…My eyes narrowed on his tattooed knuckles as his grip tightened over the motorbike handlebars. And not just any motorbike.It was a freaking Ducati Panigale V4 R. I didn’t know what made my body burn hotter. The beauty of the metal gleaming beneath the lights or the beast of a man sitting on it.Holy shit.I was standing inches from Darius Monroe–aka the Savage–in the blazing hot, over six-foot tall, golden, muscular flesh!I didn’t know if it was nerves or me missing lunch and dinner, but my skin tingled, and my heart was doing unusual movements inside my chest.Or maybe it was the insane need to touch him. For my hands to slide over those firm shoulders and–Heat sprouted across my cheeks at that mere thought as an elbow buried in my ribcage. “This is a terrible idea, Elise.”I tore my gaze from Darius for a brief second to meet Loren’s. “Very,” I bit my lip and turned to resume my drooling fest. He was in the middle of a sea of leather-clad, badas

The light faded from my vision as a large figure bled into view. Not a second later, there was a thumping sound, followed by Dwane’s fingers going limp around my throat, and we fell backward together.I tried to block my fall, but the dizziness was so overwhelming it was a fruitless attempt. I barely landed on Dwane’s motionless body when a low whistle sounded, and strong arms scooped me up.I was halfway stuck between slipping into the never-after and fighting my assailant–the person carrying me–thinking this was another attempt on my life.But the more I aimlessly tried to push away from this person, the stronger his hold became. “Hey, I’m trying to help you here. Knock it off.” The voice was calm, clear, and had a mischievous kick. “Any reason our alpha’s beta is trying to kill you?”I recognized this voice from somewhere. I faintly recall it being paired with me getting a face full of mud pie in middle school. “Holy shit, it is you!” the voice cried out, stopping for a moment. “Yo

Jace spun me around and shoved me against the side of the car, locking my hands together behind my back and pinning me there with his weight. The rusty scent of blood caught my nose before a rush of hot wind danced across my cheek as he spoke in a dangerously low breath. “You’re going to regret that.”“I already regret a lot of things,” I wheezed, struggling to speak as he was practically crushing my lungs. Fury burned like a furnace inside my veins and the need for vengeance was clawing for an escape. “Beating the shit out of you isn’t one of them.”He cursed, pulling one hand away and making a motion as if he was wiping blood from his face.Sucker.“How does it feel to get beat-up by a girl?” Oh, I was not even close to done. “Bet it tastes as bad as setting someone up, huh?”“What the hell are you on about?” He bared his teeth.“No, wait. It doesn’t taste nearly as bad as getting set up. I lost a year of my life and there is nothing left of my reputation but shitty scraps. Tell me,

I almost spun on my heels and fled from the room.Almost.I was halfway through backing out when the need for revenge twisted like a dull, rusted dagger inside my gut, and I stopped.“You owe me fifty bucks,” Darius commented. “Typical spoiled rich princess.”Hunter muttered something incoherent as I turned in time to see him fish out cash from his pocket and toss it across the table at Darius. “As if you need it.”“I still won.” Darius pushed the potted plant aside, and I didn’t miss the once-over he gave me. My heart did this stupid tumble inside my chest, and it took everything out of me not to run off as I initially planned to do.No. I was going to ruin his day. I had no idea how I would go about that, but I sure as heck would try.I clenched my fists to my sides, the need to beat the trash out of them like I did with Jace, but I had to be realistic here. The Savage–or should I call him by his real name now that we were acquainted?–was an almost-alpha of a rival pack. Hunter was

I didn’t know how long I was locked underneath the pool cover, stuck in the limb-freezing cold water–on the lowest temperature setting purely intended for my suffering.It had to be hours.I screamed until my lungs burned and tried to push the cover off, but to no avail. And no one came to my rescue.Not that I think anyone could, considering I heard the door to the room shut and the lock turned. It wouldn’t surprise me if the men took turns guarding the door for extra measure.The sun was setting, and I was shaking so badly that my teeth chattered. My skin had turned blue, and the horrifying conclusion settled over me; what if they left me here overnight?Or until…Panic swelled for the hundredth time inside my chest, and I tried to lift my arms to slam against the glass, but my limbs were too stiff and sore to move. When I tried to scream, my voice was a mere cracking sound followed by a gush of breathlessness.If they were working for my dad to supposedly babysit me, then they woul