My Hockey Alpha novel Chapter 207

Nina

As I ran down the street, my heart racing while the men behind me chased closely behind, I couldn’t help but feel completely defenseless. Even if I screamed, no one would hear me; there was no one around, no houses or open stores. For all I knew, these men were Crescents as well. And without the help of my wolf, I was just a human who was outnumbered by three men who were potentially werewolves themselves.

“Get her!” I heard one man, the driver, say. I heard their footsteps pounding closer and closer on the pavement, and I could only run so fast in my high heels.

I spotted a narrow alleyway, so I took my chances and darted in between the buildings. I stumbled over discarded trash and debris from the Crescents’ attack a few weeks prior, and for a moment I thought that I had gained some distance between myself and the three men who were chasing me.

And yet, as though the universe simply didn’t want me to escape, I heard a snap and suddenly lurched forward. My hands and knees scraped on the pavement, destroying my tights and turning my palms raw and bloody.

My heel had broken. As I struggled to remove my broken shoes so I could keep running barefoot, however, I knew it was a useless effort when the men surrounded me. Two men came up behind me while the other circled around and entered the alley from the other side.

“Thought you could get away?” the driver asked.

“Fuck you,” I whispered. I balled up a wad of spit in my mouth and spat it straight at his face, causing it to land right in his eye. The man grimaced and wiped it away, then snapped his fingers. The other two men advanced on me; one grabbed my hair and hauled me to my feet while the other lunged for my skirt. I kicked wildly and screamed, but it was no use. The men were too strong, and the three of them easily overpowered me.

During those moments, I was prepared to accept whatever was about to happen to me. I couldn’t fight back, and no one could hear my screams. There was no knowing how close or how far my friends were, and for all I knew the men would get their way with me before my friends could come to my rescue.

If only my wolf were here. If I had my wolf’s strength, I knew I would at least be able to stand a fighting chance for a few minutes until my friends arrived. But my wolf was gone — whatever tiny flicker of her existence that I had felt the other night when I looked into Enzo’s eyes was now nowhere to be found — and I was just a defenseless human.

The men began to rip at my clothes. I tried to bite, kick, and scratch, but it was no use; the man holding my hair only ripped at my hair even harder, causing me to cry out in pain, while the other two men worked at my skirt and tights. Eventually, I finally went limp in the hopes that the men would at least not kill me; although at this point, I thought that I would prefer death over the way that they were about to violate me.

“This is too easy,” one man said, his rough and sweaty hand sliding up my thigh while his other hand worked at his belt buckle. “Look at her. She just gave up so quickly.”

The man who was driving the car earlier grinned and roughly slid my shirt up to expose my breasts. “Hmm,” he said, tugging at my bra. “Lacy. Did you know we were coming or something?”

I didn’t answer. I could only stare lifelessly at the brick walls on either side of me as the men began to have their way with me. All I could do at that point was pray that someone would come to my rescue, or at the very least that the men would get this over with quickly.

But then, something strange happened. Out of nowhere, as the men were ripping my panties down and unbuttoning their pants, I felt something inside of me.

My wolf.

Her presence was waint, but it was undeniably there.

“Help me,” I thought to her. “Please.”