Page 45 of The Alpha's Sin
My heart slams into my ribs. I take a step back, fumbling blindly in my purse for my keys. My fingers slip over lipstick tubes, receipts, my wallet—but not the damn keys. Where are they? Why wasn’t I holding them already?
“Leave me alone,” I snap, trying to sound stronger than I feel. “My Alpha husband will get you—can’t you smell him on me?”
Kyle inhales deeply and smirks.
“Yeah, we smell him. But we just don’t give a fuck.”
“You smell ripe,” Leroy adds, his voice low and ugly. “Ripe and ready to be bred—to be fucked. That’s all we care about.”
Terror spikes through me. I shake my head, stumbling backwards toward my car, but they’re circling me now, cutting off my path.
“You stay away from me,” I warn, my voice trembling. “I mean it—my husband will kill you if you touch me!”
Kyle laughs, showing yellow teeth.
“Your Alpha husband will never know what happened to you. We’ll hide the body real good when we’re done.”
His words turn the blood in my veins to ice. Are they drunk? Or just so horny they think they can get away with rape and murder. Either way, I have to get away from them!
I grab my phone like it’s a lifeline and jab at Logan’s number. He answers—thank God he answers. I open my mouth to shout his name, but before I can, Leroy lunges forward and snatches the phone out of my hand.
“Hey—stop!” I cry. “Leave me alone! Help!”
There’s a crunch as Kyle stomps on it, and I know it’s broken. My only link to Logan—gone.
“Now, now,” Leroy sneers, grabbing my arm. “Let’s not make a scene, girlie.”
They start to drag me toward a dented old sedan parked crooked at the far end of the lot. My legs are shaking, my throat tight with panic.
Oh God. This is really happening. I feel like I’m going to be sick!
“Logan!” I scream, knowing he can’t hear me, my voice cracking in the empty night. “Logan, help me!”
But there’s no one here. No one but me—and them. Oh God, I think this is how it ends.
I’m going to die tonight.
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LOGAN
The phone in my pocket buzzes, and the screen lights up with Poppy’s name. I answer instantly, a smile tugging at my mouth.
“Hey, sweetheart?—”
But instead of her voice, I hear chaos. Male voices jeering, ugly and vicious. And under it all—Poppy’s frightened voice.
“Hey, stop! No—leave me alone! Help!”
Her cry slices through me like a blade. My heart stops. My Wolf howls inside me, all rage and teeth.
“Poppy!” I bark into the phone, gripping it so hard I nearly crush it. “Sweetheart, where are you? What’s happening?”
A crunch follows—glass shattering, plastic breaking. The call cuts to static, then silence.
No. No, no, no!
They’ve got her. Those fuckers have got her!
