The Alpha's Toy(2)

Watching the man haul the girl up onto the stage, Mary had to look away. Jessica wasn’t a bad kid. She was young, sweet, and hadn’t been polluted by other members of the pack. Jessica didn’t see full blood or half blood. The young girl saw people who happened to change into wolves. The innocence within her eyes was something to be cherished, not ignored. Mary had been ignored most of her life. The only time she hadn’t been overlooked was when she’d been bitten. At twenty-five years old she’d not even had a sexual experience with a man. It was pitiful, but being a fuller woman came with its own set of issues. She’d been on the receiving end of cruel jokes, and she saw the real intent in the eyes of the men who asked her out. Mary preferred to keep everyone at arms’ length rather than risk getting her heart broken or even crushed through bad decisions. Keeping her guard up allowed her to live her life in peace.

“No, no, no, no, please. I’ve done nothing wrong,” Jessica said, begging for her life.

Staring down at the ground, Mary felt the fear through to her bones. Jessica’s pleas were getting to her. There was no way she could let anything happen to the young girl. Glancing up she watched as someone tugged on the chain around Jessica’s neck. The cries were too much, and before Mary could stop herself, she’d shouted at them.

“Leave her alone. She’s a young girl and has done nothing wrong.” Her voice carried through the air travelling over the rest of her pack to land on the man doing damage.

Biting down on her lip she heard the rest of her pack curse as their enemies turned to her. The men had attacked before she had gotten a chance to get naked and run. Some of the pack were not that lucky and were in fact naked. Even though she’d been this way for the last eighteen months, Mary hadn’t gotten used to seeing other men naked. She’d seen more cocks and breasts than she cared to remember in the last few months.

“You speak out for this piece of sniveling trash?” the man asked. He was the Alpha, and when he spoke Mary felt something answer within her. It was like her wolf knew his voice and was kicking at her skin trying to get out.

She didn’t have a clue who the man was. She’d never seen him before in her life. Mary knew she would have remembered him from the way he looked alone. He was well over six feet, and down one arm going up to his neck was a black tattoo that interlocked and wrapped around his thick arms. The Alpha didn’t wear a shirt, only a pair of really tight jeans that settled on his hips but outlined his thick legs. He wouldn’t be put down easy in a fight, and every part of him oozed power, masculinity. Mary hadn’t met another man like him. From his aura alone she was bowled over, and not just because she was bound within silver chains.

Across the distance she couldn’t make out anything else other than the fact he was a giant hunk of a man.

He’s killing your pack.

“She’s a girl,” Mary said, forcing herself to speak up. If no one else would speak up for Jessica, then she would.

There’s no way to get out of here alive.

The man smiled, grabbing Jessica around the waist. “You want to bargain for her life?” the Alpha asked.

Mary nodded. Any confidence she had vanished as he ordered the man beside him to grab her. The rest of her pack tried to move away from her, hoping not to gain the wrath of the other pack. Crap. Why couldn’t she have stayed home and taken to the city woods? It was guarded by high security, but she could have at least turned and gotten the run she craved. Instead, she’d come back to a pack who despised her, and now she was looking at the possible end of her life.

The open air, the never ending forests, and the scent of the waterfall attracted her more than the artifice of the city walks. She hoped to one day settle down away from the city.

“Max, I want her in one piece. I want to see who wants to bargain for this sniveling little pack,” the Alpha said.

Jessica whimpered on the stage. Marry stared up at the one called Max as he approached her. He looked deadly with a scar down one side of his face. Max had been the one to grab her from behind the trees as she was undressing. There hadn’t been any time to run, but she’d tried. He cut the links that bound her to the others. There were only about thirty within their pack. The number had fallen as the dead bodies were amassing.

Her arm was grabbed, and she was dragged to the stage. She didn’t know the proper etiquette when it came to pack men. “You will bow,” Max said, forcing her down to her knees.

Going to her knees, she cried out as the silver seemed to pull on her wrists.

“Well, you’ve got my attention. Now, what do you want?” the Alpha asked.