Page 14 of Cruel Alpha Daddy

He thrusts his hips, and I can feel his cock pressing against me. A cry of fear bursts through my throat, and he laughs, reaching around to grab my breasts.

“I-I’m your luna!” I stammer, trying to catch my breath. “Let me go, now!”

Laughter rings around the circle, and the others close in. Tobias holds me against his body while the others take turns groping me.

“The entire pack can turn on you for hurting the luna!” I shriek desperately. “Even if you don’t respect your alpha, you should fear the rest of your pack!”

“You really should respect your alpha, you know,” a clear, firm voice cuts through their laughter.

All of them fall silent.

When they turn to face the sound, I see Rider standing casually on the track a short distance away. The relief that floods through me makes me weak at the knees, and when I sag against Tobias’s grip, he immediately lets me go. I fall to the forest floor, barely catching myself on my hands. I can hear the others yelling at each other, but I don’t know what they are saying. There are other wolves surrounding us, pack members loyal to Rider.

After a few minutes, the others all leave, and Rider kneels down in front of me.

“Are you alright?” he asks. I shake my head violently and sit up, wrapping my arms around myself.

“You cannot do this again, Fiona,” he says. “This was too close. If I hadn’t noticed you were gone and called out a search, they could have killed you.”

I glare at him, tears starting to pour down my cheeks. My lip is trembling so hard, I know I won’t be able to speak.

Rider stares at me for a while, then his face hardens as he appears to settle something in his mind.

“The tent isn’t good enough,” he says. “I need solid walls and a door I can lock. There is an abandoned mining town nearby that I was thinking of moving into. We’ll go there immediately. It will be more comfortable for the rest of the pack, and secure for you.”

He grabs my hand and stands up, pulling me along with him. When I stumble, he puts an arm around me, looking me over with concern.

“Are you sure you’re not injured?”

I nod. “I’m okay. Just bruised.”

“Good. Then you can walk. We’ve got a bit of distance to cover.”

“Don’t you have to go back to camp?” I ask. “To get your stuff and tell the others?”

“I will tell them,” he answers. “And the rest of the pack will move tonight. My biggest concern, though, is you. And getting you to a safe location.”

“You could just let me go,” I cry, tugging on his hand.

“Fiona!” Rider snaps, turning to me. “Do you want an immediate repeat of what just happened? Do you have any idea what they would have done if I hadn’t found you when I did?”

I look at the ground, crying softly. I know exactly what would have happened.

I can’t just take off into the woods. I need a better plan.

“Are you ready to come with me and do as you’re told?” Rider asks, exasperated.

I nod, keeping my eyes down. He tightens his grip on my hand and doesn’t let go as we walk through the forest.

The day warms up as we head up the mountain, and every step soon becomes agony. My body is aching, sore from all the recent punishment. I ate a little last night, but not much, and now I’m fiercely hungry and absolutely parched with thirst.

Even Rider is breathing hard when we crest the peak of a low, steep hill. Down below, I see a small cluster of old buildings at the end of a narrow dirt road.

“These hills are riddled with abandoned mines and small towns,” Rider says. “Some of them have become tourist attractions, but there are a lot that nobody knows about.”

I don’t bother to answer. My chest is heaving as I try to get my breath back, and I’m drenched in sweat. At the moment, the only thing I care about is that we are going downhill and our destination has shade and basic amenities.

By the time we reach the valley floor, I’ve gotten my breath back and I’m actually interested in the small town. There are only about ten buildings, most of them close to the old, overgrown road. A couple further back look like private cabins, and Rider leads me to one of them.