Tears ran down my face as pure, unfiltered terror ran through my blood.
The gun shots slowly got closer and I knew I couldn’t just sit on my bed frozen, waiting for the inevitable.
Even though hiding under my bed was the first spot I knew they would look, I had to do something.
The minute I finally slid under my bed,my door shot open, hitting the wall with a bang.
I slapped my hands to my mouth, holding back a scream that wanted to desperately escape.
Dark chuckles that sent a chill down my spine seemed to echo through the room.
I knew that I was done for.
That I was only biding myself some time.
But I prayed to every God that they would leave. That they would decide that I was too hard for them to deal with and they just left.
My luck ran out when rough calloused hands gripped my ankles and ripped me from my hiding space.
No matter how much I kicked and screamed—yelling as many obscene curses as I could—the grip never faltered as I was dragged down the hall to my parents’ room.
The scene that welcomed me has my earlier dinner rising up in my stomach.
My mother and papa lay on the floor with bullet holes in both of their heads. Their eyes were blown wide, shock on their features even in death.
Puddles of blood surrounded them where their bodies had fallen after more bullets had peppered their flesh.
“Ah, finally. Our Omega has arrived just in time.”
The hands that had been dragging me, finally let my legs drop, allowing me to sit up and get my bearings enough to try to escape them.
I was stopped by a force behind my back before I could get too far.
With a whimper, I turned my head to find the hard glare of Trey behind me.
“Not so fast, Omega.”
The sound of his slimyvoice had chills running over my entire body. A sick feeling clenched my stomach as Trey caught the reaction. His eyes heated with pleasure at seeing my reaction.
No.
No. This can’t be happening.
In a lightning fast motion, Trey bends down, grips my ponytail in his fist and yanks my head back to where my dad and pa are sitting on the bed.
Their hands have been tied behind their backs. Gags have been secured around their heads.
Their eyes are what kills me the most.
Grief has already taken hold as they look from me to my mother and papa in horror.
“No. Please no,” I whimper, even though I don’t mean to.
“Too late for begging, little girl. You should have allowed us to court you that first time. But like the brat you are, you denied us time and time again,” Scott, one of the Alphas, says as he slowly steps towards us.
Out of all four of these Alphas, he is the one I despise the most.
Since the moment I saw him, his attention sparked caution in my chest. His scent of rotten apples turns my stomach even more now as his slimy hand grips my chin.
