Page 5 of My Possessive Alpha

As the front door closed behind me, I let go of a breath and soaked in the cool night air, appreciating the immediate peace.

On my way to the car, I paused the moment my heightened senses picked up what sounded like a scuffle behind the building, along with muffled voices and sneering. My brows furrowed, curious about what was going on.

I was prepared to ignore it until I caught a scent that struck a cord within me. It was familiar, but I couldn't place it yet.

Even so, something in me couldn't let it go. Feeling called to investigate, I did exactly that, rounding the side of the building to find a small group of guys standing around something in the grass.

Lust and interest emanated from them with ease, which made my stomach turn as I approached, cutting the space to find bare skin lying there.

What light pooled out of the bar lit up the space enough for me to make out the shape of someone curled up, clutching their legs in the fetal position and hiding themselves away.

"Now, what is a fine young woman like yourself doing all the way out here alone?" one of the men asked, bending down to run a finger across her bare thigh.

The others chuckled, and another added, "Got someone back home waiting for you, sweetheart?"

My lip curled in disgust as resolve filled my system, and I knew I couldn't just leave them there. I couldn't walk away, not while those shifters only had one thing in mind, and it wasn't the woman's best interest.

"What the hell's going on here?" I demanded, glancing between them and the curled-up woman, who was shivering faintly in the grass.

At my voice, they all turned to face me. Some widened their eyes in surprise from being caught, while two only glowered at me with dark smiles, eyes telling me everything I needed to know.

One stepped forward, assessing me at once as he gritted his teeth. "Nothing you need to be concerned about, pretty boy—"

My fist clipped his jaw before he could finish, sending him staggering back. He put a hand against his cheek in surprise, only to spit blood into the grass.

Fangs and claws elongated, I looked at them all with disgust as another approached in a half-assed attempt to scare me off.

Steadfast in my decision to help the poor shifter still curled up on the ground, I stepped forward, swinging my head forward to crash against the shifter's nose, hearing as it crunched sickeningly beneath the pressure.

He howled out in pain, staggering away as he clutched his face with blood pouring from his nose.

"Back off," I forced through grit teeth as I growled, standing my ground with power surging through my veins.

The untouched shifters were the first to break away, running through the field, while the two injured ones could only look at me with a mix of disbelief and anger as they eventually stalked off.

There was no doubting how pissed they were at me for interrupting their fun, but I didn't care. There was a special place in hell for assholes like them.

Awash with a sense of duty to help the seemingly exhausted shifter, I took a careful step forward and shook my jacket off before draping it over her bare skin.

"I'm going to get you out of here," I murmured, not sure of how coherent she was.

But as I looked down at her, the force of that realization hit me stronger than anything else. That sense of familiarity setin as I breathed in her scent and caught a glimpse of the side of her face.

It was her. After all this time.

Chapter 3 - Lydia

"Lydia…Finch?"

The haze of exhaustion cloaked me with very little comfort, disorienting me even more than I felt before.

I had felt the presence of those creeps, and I heard their sneering and felt their uncomfortable caresses, but given my state, I couldn't do anything more than curl up and try to cover myself.

But with that extra presence, there was a commotion before they left, and that gentler voice uttered my name laced with disbelief.

That sound echoed in my head, replaying again to ensure I heard it correctly. At the same time, a familiar scent circled me along with the light pressure of something covering my skin, triggering some deep memories.

When it clicked in my mind, my eyes opened, and I found myself face-to-face with him.

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