Filed To Story: Fated is Overrated Novel Free by Brenda Minnaard
Jeremy feels my discomfort and follows my gaze. “Would you like to head inside again” “yes please”. A little after we have spoken to Nadia, Jason and their group of people, we head towards the bar. I feel it would be best not to drink anymore for me as I am already quite intoxicated by now, and I should probably keep my guard up now with the way Ashton looked at me. As I – along with everyone else from our pack – feel the energy in the room shift into an uncomfortable one, I turn my head to look at the source of the shift and see Chris storming down the stairs heading towards Ashton. F*ck f*ck f*ck. “Sorry gotta go” I run over to Nadia to tell her I am feeling uncomfortable and that I would like us to leave to the woods already, when we all hear a loud growl coming from outside. That is definitely Chris. F*ck. They must have seen my new look as an act of defiance or some sort of nuisance and will want to beat me up again, but I need to have my first shift out in the woods in about 15 minutes now. “Nadia, Jason, we have to go already! Let’s get to the woods before they find me and make me shift here out of punishment. I would be ruined if that happened I want this to be special!” I manage to speak out with tears pricking my eyes, but I stay composed. I can’t let people get to me.
Before either of them can respond I feel a vicious yank on my arm and before I can grasp what is going on, I am basically thrown up the stairs “MOVE!”. This is the first time I have to admit I am actually scared shitless for my life, just by the sound of his Alpha voice. I stumble running up the stairs several times, but I manage to move really fast considering my state, this must be adrenaline kicking in. “THIRD ROOM ON THE RIGHT” and I do as I am told, practically flying inside the room. He is right on my heels and slams the door so hard it almost comes off its hinges. The anger radiating off him is suffocating and making it hard for me to breathe. What have I done to anger him that much?! I hear him puffing loudly for several minutes and from the corner of my eye I can see his eyes flickering between black and blue, indicating his wolf is trying to take control and will probably rip me to shreds if he manages to do so. I stand still as a statue at the back end of the room, as speaking or moving now would mean a death sentence. And I would like to live long enough to meet my wolf at least.
“Why are you dressed like a f*cking wh*re?” he finally spits at me. His words shock me to my core and for the first time in my life I really don’t know what to say, even if I would dare to speak up. “ANSWER ME!” “I… I’m sorry I have offended you” is all I manage to say while he is exuding this much anger. He seems to calm down a little bit at my apology, although still fuming. “THAT’S NOT AN ANSWER. TELL ME WHY YOU CHOSE TO DRESS AS A WH*RE AND EMBARRASS OUR PACK?” “I…. I didn’t think of it this way, I thought this dress would be ok as most of the cheerleaders wear similar outfits or worse than mine at these parties…”. After taking in what I have just said, he stalks towards me and within a few steps he is right in front of me making me swallow a big chunk of saliva, never taking his burning eyes away from mine. His face is now so close to mine I can smell the perfume of the women he has just used a few minutes ago. “And do you know what guys do to little wh*res dressed like you?” he says through gritted teeth, staring straight at me. I can’t help but feel anger rising now. I am a f*cking virgin and nothing like the wh*res he uses for his own pleasure. Hell, he is more of a wh*re than I am. How dare he call me one! I am leaving this world one day untouched and unmarked. While he, at eighteen, has already devoured the entire pack and beyond. “I am not a f*cking wh*re and what I do or do not do is up to me to decide and nobody else’s damn business!”. As I finish my sentence his eyes turn an even pitcher shade of black and a growl so loud it shakes the floor erupts from his chest, as he yanks my arm and tosses me on the bed. My eyes widen in shock and I wonder why I had to open my stupid mouth and couldn’t just swallow it like I always do.
Lola POV
“If you don’t want to answer me, then I might as well show you, don’t I?” he smirks. Not understanding where this is going, I am frozen to the spot at his words. What does he mean? What is he going to show? As he unzips his pants with a vile smirk, his black eyes never losing my widened green ones, anxiety rips through me as I finally understand what the f*ck is going on. It’s like one of those nightmares where you are dying to get away and are screaming internally to move, but you are rooted to the spot. He had s*x with 3 females this evening and is he really going to force himself on me now? At the thought of how disgusting this is and how violated I already feel, I start to gag. Which only seems to enrage him even more as he jolts on the bed pinning me down whilst sitting on top of my chest, growling at me. I can’t help but gag again and this pushes him over the edge enough to grab my throat and squeeze it tightly. As I start to gasp for breath, he pulls his c*ck out of his boxers and says “you should have just been an obedient little wh*re and none of this would have happened. Now are you ready to take my c*ck in and please me as you should? Maybe you can still taste some of the 3 wh*res that came before you tonight”.
Something inside me snaps at the thought of my first ever sexual encounter being forced, and by someone as vile as him. And to top it off, after he had his d*ck inside 3 other women tonight. Seeing him enjoying the thought of me tasting other women on his d*ck brings my blood to a boiling point and suddenly I hear someone say ‘oh the f*ck he isn’t!!!!!!’. I am too furious to take note of the voice or to even care. I have never been so infuriated in my entire life and that is saying something considering the sh*t I’ve gone through. All my built-up anger from the past years comes to a climax when I feel a sudden boost of power surge through me and I manage to not only push Chris off me, but to send him flying across the room. Before I have a chance to think about what the hell just happened, I feel excruciating pain coursing through me. I feel my bones snapping, lengthening and re-arranging. F*ck it’s midnight and I’m shifting! ‘It’s ok girl, I got you. Hand control over to me and we will talk after we deal with this piece of sh*t’. I hand control over despite the pain and within a few seconds it’s like I am a passenger in my own body. Well actually, a wolf’s body apparently because I can see my own paws. ‘Please just run! He is the Alpha heir. We do not stand a chance. Please just run and we can flee this place!’. My wolf only snorts in return and before I know it, she lunges at Chris who is standing in front of the window and we are both launched out the window, crashing into the ground.
She is standing on all fours, watching him getting up slowly, growling viciously. I can see the confused look on Chris’ face, probably because he is deeply wondering how my wolf could be such an idi*t for attacking an Alpha. F*ck what have we done? His father is a good man but the story will be spun around and we will be in so much trouble. That is if we run and get away in some miraculous way and are not killed on the spot for this.
Chris POV (earlier)
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