Three Alphas and the Rogue Luna
The hairs at the nape of my neck prickled in alarm, and my body tensed as I prepared to break into a sprint, but it was already too late.
Powerful arms wrapped around my arms and torso, lifting me up bodily from the ground, and as I squirmed a bag fell over my head, turning the whole world black. It was a disgusting thing, but the sudden darkness kicked some animal part of my brain into overdrive and I struggled against the man who was crushing me to him even harder, screaming while I did so.
Rogueland was lawless, but surely someone would intercede if they witnessed someone getting kidnapped in broad daylight and—