Page 185 of Forget

A hand covers my mouth as I walk around the corner of the street, while the other bands around my arms tightly. All I can smell is pickles as I gag and scream, raising my legs and kicking the alpha behind me.

“Fuck! A little help please,” Taylor snarls as he half drags me into an alley as I kick at him.

Shoving my hand into my coat pocket, I flick off the safety on the stun gun Dad gave me when I saw him for brunch three days ago. I don’t think he has any idea how perfect of a gift this would be.

Taylor shoves me toward Fredrick, who uses the momentum to backhand me across the face. Seeing stars, I use the excuse of grabbing him to hold onto him as I shove the stun gun into hisknot. Grinning as I catch my balance, I spit in Fredrick’s face as he screams and drops to his knees.

“This looks like a party,” I say with an unhinged grin, looking for Harold. He’s the only one I haven’t seen yet, and they’re always together. “I think you all should have showered first, though.”

“You’re frying my cock!” Fredrick screams before I step away.

Finally seeing Harold trying to sneak up behind me, I pull my knife with my other hand and brandish it at him. Thank God for dresses with split skirts.

“Maybe you should learn to keep your hands to yourselves, friends. It’s so simple, kindergartners are even taught this,” I say condescendingly.

“You bitch, you ruined our lives,” Harold snarls. “Our parents kicked us out.”

Homelessness must be why their scents are more rank than usual.

“That’s sad, but I didn’t do a thing,” I tell him. “I’m just living my life, which is something you wanted to take away from me. The auctions, really?”

“You’re a pretty little slut, you’re going to sell well,” Fredrick grits out, trying to stand.

“Wait…” I mutter.

Did he say that as if they still plan to sell me?

“No waiting,” Taylor growls. “Emilia promised to find us good jobs if we delivered you to Madam Ophelia, so that’s what we have to do. There’s no use begging, Aisling. Though, maybe if you’re sweet to us, we’ll let you suck our cocks.”

“I’m not a whore!” I scream, my knife leaving my hand without fully realizing my intentions. These alphas are fucking delusional, and they’ll never learn unless I end their bullshit.

Taylor’s eyes bulge as the blade slides into his neck like butter. The knife Aiden replaced his with is wicked sharp, andperfectly balanced. My lips spread into a smile, happy he’s not going to be a problem anymore.

“I have a pack, boys, and they’re very protective,” I drawl, grabbing my phone in my pocket with my free hand and texting nine-one-one to Aiden without taking my eyes off of them all.

The idiots don’t even notice. Thank fuck he’s the last person I texted. “I think getting into bed with Emilia is a bad idea, though I hope she’s a good lay.”

Harold grabs my arm and lifts me with a scream as his other hand lifts me by my leg. I can’t fucking defend myself from this position as he throws me further into the alley. My body rolls as I slam into the ground, though I manage to keep my grip on my stun gun. Ugh, that’s going to leave some bruises.

“She really fucking hates you, Aisling,” Harold growls as Taylor drops on to his side. Harold looks down at him in pain before stepping over him, continuing toward me. “This is for Taylor, bitch.”

Fredrick cups his dick as he groans, slowly forcing himself to stand. “How many bruises are too many for the auction?” he asks, making me gasp as I scramble to my feet.

“There’s no fucking way I’m going with you,” I growl, hitting the button on the stun gun so it spits out volts of electricity at them. This is one of the better models, Dad said, and I shove the slider to increase the voltage. “For the record, I think this is a really bad idea. I’m packed up with some pretty scary alphas.”

My smile is bright as I talk to him, gazing at Harold as my next victim. Fredrick is walking a little funny already, so he’s less of a threat and less balanced. Harold is a fucking brick house. He threw me as if I weighed nothing. Dickcheese needs to go.

“No you’re not,” Harold snarls. “I can’t see any marks, bitch. Even if it’s true, some alphas like knowing they’re taking an omega away from their pack.”

Walking closer to me, I take deep breaths to attempt to keep the anxiety from making me pass out. I talk a lot of shit, but I’m still scared right now. My training only gets me so far in real world situations, especially when one of these alphas is way bigger than I remember him being.

Taking a step back, I make it look as if I’m going to run, even though I already know there’s no exit to this alley. Just as Harold growls and leans forward to run toward me, I take a running jump at his body, using his hair for leverage as I climb him to shove the stun gun into his neck.

“Aisling!” Aiden yells, making me gasp in relief.

“Alley!” I yell.

Thank God for Caelin. I found a tracker the other day in this coat, and decided there was no harm in leaving it. It had Caelin’s handiwork all over it. It also makes perfect sense since he always has a way of finding me.

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