The sound of his pants unzipping is as loud as a gunshot, making my body flinch. His knee moves to pull himself out, and my brain seems to flip back on. Somehow, that pulls me out of my paralyzed state, and I push on the stun gun’s on button as I shove it against his exposed calf. Something about how he treats omegas has weakened his alpha bark, and it can’t hold me anymore. His pants ride up his calves, giving me something to attack.
“Let go of me!” I yell, knowing that making a lot of noise will help me. Being quiet isn’t an option. Not if I can’t get him to let me go or beat him into submission. Scrambling to my knees, despite my half naked state, I attack him. There’s no way he’ll let me run far at this point.
His body jerks up and he backhands me, his hand tangled in my hair holding my body steady. I can feel blood drip from the cut of his ring, and my head is snapped back from the force of the blow.
“Stupid girl,” he mutters, throwing me against the wall beside him. It’s made of cement, and it fucking hurts. I can’t stop fighting, or he’ll kill me. I can see the truth of that in the way that Seth McCreuger snarls at me.
His Irish features are pinched as he adjusts his cock in his pants, his cheeks red with anger.
“I’m going to fuck you one way or another,” he warns.
“I’d rather fucking die,” I gasp, slapping his face as he pulls me back toward him. “You tried to ruin my life!”
Now that he’s not holding my hair, I slam my forehead against him, ignoring the black spots in my vision as he falls backward onto the ground. I should run, scream for help, anything other than what I do next.
I lose my shit. Straddling his chest, I crank the stun gun to high and shove it into his neck, holding it there as his body bucks and jerks.
“You raped me,” I scream, digging the heel of my boot into his cock.
I’m precariously propped over his body as he groans, and I punch him in the face with the hand that has my ring on it. Blood explodes from the blow, but I’m nowhere near done. McCreuger will kill me if he gets the chance.
So I won’t give it to him.
“My father trusted you assholes,” I hiss, hitting, kicking, and burning him with the gun. Little round marks are appearing on his neck and face, and I can’t stop.
“Caelia!” a male yells, lifting my body off of the alpha’s body. His hands pin my arms so I can’t move, because I’m ready to fight him off too. It’s not until the scent of icing fills my senses as he holds me that I realize it’s Santo. “Breathe, baby. I got you.”
The sound of a foot kicking something vibrates off the walls, and I realize that Miles is here too. His nice leather shoes are currently stomping and kicking McCreuger’s body. I’m shivering as I watch, my vision still messed up from when I headbutted him.
“You’re bleeding,” Santo says, gently taking the stun gun from me to pocket it.
“McCreuger,” I mumble, allowing Santo to sit on the ground with me bundled in his lap. “He chased me down here. He was going to rape me again.”
“Again… Miles, fuck him up!” Santo yells, his hands moving over my body as if looking for broken bones.
“I know,” Miles mutters, bending down to pull McCreuger up onto his knees. The alpha holds onto his dick, groaning. I have no sympathy. I think it should be cut off at the root so he can never use it again.
“I would have shared her if you’d asked nicely,” McCreuger says, spitting blood onto Miles’ white dress shirt.
“I would never let you touch my omega,” Miles growls. I watch as McCreuger begins to see how badly he just fucked up.
“How is she yours? Curtis Freedman is insane over his precious little girl,” McCreuger snorts.
“Scent matched, dickweed,” Miles says, punching him again.
The world is slowly coming back into focus as Santo holds me, and I groan as my head throbs. McCreuger spits again, and I notice one of his teeth goes with it.
“Caelia.” A small voice says, pushing off from the wall. Addie’s cheeks are streaked with tears, and Santo loosens his hold on me so I can open my arms for her to fall into them. “I’m so sorry. Your poor face.”
Addie wraps her sweater around my waist to help cover me, my leggings and panties a scrap of ripped material lost somewhere on the ground.
“I’m fine,” I whisper, hugging her. “Miles, don’t kill him!”
My lack of clothing isn’t helping to override my alpha’s anger, and I know that he’s just going to have to allow himself to ride it out.
Miles kicks McCreuger down and I glance around Addie to see that he’s knocked out.
“He needs to pay for what he did to you,” Miles growls. “...And what he tried to do again. Who else, Caelia? Tell us.”
