Filed To Story: Their Bullied and Broken Mate by Teri Petry
I was just getting dressed after my bath when a tall blonde girl came into my room. “Miss, the Alpha requests your presence. Please dress in only the robe you were provided when you got here, and meet me in the hall,” she requested.
My whole body started to shake, and I knew a panic attack was coming. “Stay calm, Lette.” I heard Alaska say. “Don’t let him sense your fear. Our mate is on his way,” she continued. I focused on that, and hopefully that will help me get through the night. More so, I hope he gets here sooner rather than later.
I returned to my closet, and undressed. I grabbed the dark red robe, and slid it over my naked body. The feel of the velvet repulsed me. I swear when I get out of here, I will burn anything velvet that ever comes into my sight. Once I was covered, I did as I was told. I left my room, and entered the hallway.
There were a large group of girls, mostly older and blonde, waiting for me. None of them spoke, and were in groups by robe color. There were only two other girls who had red robes like mine, and I joined them. I overheard one of the girls that was sent to retrieve us, and she had made a snide comment about how there were only 3 virgins this time. The girl she was speaking to glanced at my group, and I knew she was talking about us.
The leaders started to move down the hallway, and descended the stairs. We were taken to a hallway outside a large banquet room, and instructed to stay quiet until we were called for. The tall one walked inside, and quickly returned. She motioned for us to follow her friend, and as we walked by she instructed us to not look down. “Maintain eyes forward at all times. Don’t cause a scene,” she said.
I was last to enter, and last to be called. When the Alpha called for me, he used an alias for my name. I stared at him with confusion, and his glare told me I needed to play along.
I was introduced to an average-heightened male, who was grotesquely obese, bald and had a thick white beard. He smelled of cheap sandalwood cologne, and sweat. The Alpha handed him a small baggie containing unknown contents, and a bottle of wine. He led me to a table filled with food, and made us both a plate. “Eat up, little girl. You will need all the energy you can get.” he laughed.
The perverted old fart was about to meet Alaska before I remembered I was gravely outnumbered. I gave him a forced giggle, and started to pick at the food on the plate. I kept avoiding his advances, and when he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him, I snapped. I stood up and punched him in the face, knocking him out of his chair. I started to scream at him for touching me without permission, and before I realized it, I was being reprimanded by the Alpha.
The Alpha’s touch made my skin crawl. Just the idea of him being near me struck fear in my soul. He dragged me into the hallway and kept screaming at me, before finally threatening me if I didn’t comply with his client’s wishes. He led me back to the table where the pervert sat, and pulled out my chair.
Before he left, he reminded the pervert of the rules against harming one of his girls. The man who was my supposed owner for the evening apologized again, and handed me a glass of wine. “Let’s start new. Cheers to a wonderful night,” he said. I took the glass and clinked it against his. I swallowed the tart wine in on gulp, and tilted it towards him to be refilled. If I had to be in this situation, I would be drunk.
The wine must have triggered my hunger, because I started to eat more of what was on my plate. The old pervert tried to speak to me and tell jokes. I pretended to be amused. How much longer do I have to endure this, I wondered. I was staring into space, trying to drown out what he was saying. My head started to feel woozy, and I knew I hadn’t drunk near enough to feel this way. The last time I felt like this was that day at the beach.
“Alaska?” I called out to my wolf. “I’m here, but barely,” she replied. She was still kind of with me, but fading quickly. So I assumed it was Wolfsbane. “What’s wrong with me?” I called out to anyone who would answer. The rotund man started to chuckle. “Guess it’s time,” he said. He snapped towards a couple of the guards standing nearby. “Take her to my room, and undress her,” he ordered.
I tried to protest and fight, but I could barely hold my head up. No words left my mouth. The biggest guard picked me up and carried me out of the banquet hall. He continued walking down the hall to a door. On the other side of the door was a set of stairs going down into a basement-type apartment. He threw me on the bed, and removed my robe, leaving me naked.
I was growing more and more dizzy and discombobulated. “Help,” I tried to say. It came out as a small moan. The last thing I remember was seeing the man who wanted me for his date, and given me Wolfsbane, coming out of the bathroom in nothing but his underwear. He was holding a whip in his hand, and instructed the two guards to tie me up.
He relentlessly hit me with the whip, causing me to internally cry out in pain. I could feel the tears streaming down my face, and the more I showed any type of reaction to the pain, the more he hit me.
I felt him crawl on the bed, and his stubby hands started to caress my body. I couldn’t open my eyes, and I didn’t want to. He started to move further down my body, getting closer to my private area. I started praying to the goddess to help me before I finally blacked out completely.
*Maddix POV*
Talking to my mate on the phone made me feel a little better. I missed her so much, and I hated that I had been away from her and our daughter for so long already.
New Book: Returned To Make Them Pay
On her wedding anniversary, Alicia is drugged and stumbles into the wrong room—straight into the arms of the powerful Caden Ward, a man rumored never to touch women. Their night of passion shocks even him, especially when he discovers she’s still a virgin after two years of marriage to Joshua Yates.