Page 13 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
The drive away from my grandmother’s home is long and silent.I’m sandwiched between two burly men.Hours slip by as we continue to drive when we pull into a dimly lit gas station.As the car slows, an idea forms in my mind almost instantly; this is my chance to escape.
The limo comes to a sudden halt at a gas station.Dion, the bane of my existence, steps out, his cold gaze resting on me for a moment before he instructs one of his men to refuel the car.My heart thunders in my chest as an idea sparks in my mind—I can run.I move to slide across the seat and open my door when Alpha Dion speaks.
“Where do you think you’re going?’Dion snaps at me.
“I need to use the restroom,” I lie, injecting as much innocence as I can muster into my voice.He growls, climbing out of the car, and so do I as I stare at the restroom just inside, the neon light lit up above the door.
He looks at me suspiciously for a moment before nodding.“Fine, make it quick.”
A hushed conversation with guards and I am allowed to leave under the watchful eyes of Dion’s guards.The air is filled with the buzz of conversation from a group of teenagers loitering outside the store, though I don’t doubt that Dion would hurt them if I tried to ask for help though it is taunting seeing so many people who could.However, it is not worth the risk to their lives.The screech of the car door opening and closing has me glancingaround, the sound of the pump nozzle sucking the gas, and the low thrum of the music playing in the store.
Stepping through the sliding door, I notice the fluorescent lights give off a sickly green glow.The cashier’s face is grayish under the lights, her lips pulled down in a permanent scowl as she rings up a customer.I make a beeline for the restroom, knowing I won’t have long before they come looking for me.
The restroom door swings shut behind me, and I’m alone.Alone with my thoughts.Alone with my fear.I take a few deep breaths, steadying my racing heart when I spot a back window, an escape route.My hands are shaking as I fumble to open the window.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I manage to pry it open and clamber out into the fresh air.My feet hit the pavement as soon as they leave the window ledge, and I stumble out of range of the gas station, hoping not to be seen.
I take off running, not sure where I am going but determined to put as much distance between me and him as possible.
Only I don’t get far.Dion’s guards are quick and brutally efficient.My legs pound against the asphalt as shouts erupt behind me just as I hit the tree line.Twigs and branches scratch at my bare legs.Tearing at my dress even more.The dread propelling me forward drowns out the stinging pain in my lungs until suddenly, I’m jerked back.A hand closes around my arm, halting my progress.The next second, a vice-like grip clamps onto my wrist harshly.Glancing up, I find the hand belongs to Alpha Dion as my eyes meet his furious ones.
Chapter 4
Fear and desperation surge through me as I’m hauled back to the car, dragging my feet, my pleas ignored.Dion has an eerie calm look etched on his face.He growls, his arm wrapping around my waist before he tosses my thrashing body over his shoulder.I twist and kick my legs when he snarls angrily, his hand slamming down on my ass.
“Enough,” he growls, and I fall silent, feeling his movement under my dress.His hand rubs up over my cheek, his thumb pressing between my legs.I gasp, feeling his thumb placed over my core.“Keep thrashing and I will knot you here and let you bleed out,” he threatens.
“Pop the trunk,” he orders one of his men.
The cold realization of what’s about to happen grips me.The claustrophobia I’ve lived with for as long as I can remember surges to the forefront of my mind.My protests fall on deaf ears as I’m tossed into the confining space of the car’s trunk.
My deep-rooted fear of confined spaces has been embedded in me since the first time I disobeyed my father.He locked me in the closet for three days after I was caught trying to play with another girl at the park across from the pack house.
I’d snuck out; she was the daughter of another Alpha who was visiting.She kept throwing stones at my window until Ishimmied down the vines to play with her.I was my brother’s age at the time.Those were the longest three days of my life.That was the first of many trips to that dreaded closet until eventually, I gave up trying to have any semblance of a normal life.
Alpha Dion tosses me into the trunk, despite my protests and pleas.I try to get out, my hand gripping the opening, when he slams the lid shut, my fingers crushed.
My scream is deafening when the trunk opens.Alpha Dion backhands me, causing me to see stars momentarily.I can taste blood filling my mouth.Darkness swallows me whole, my heart pounding against the confines when my consciousness wanes.Waking up, it’s pitch black, the scent of my blood is heavy in the air.I wipe my eyes, trying to remember what happened, and sit up.Only my head collides with something.It takes me a few seconds to realize everything that happened was not a nightmare my mind conjured up but is reality.
“Hello?”I stammer, banging on the trunk, praying someone hears me as panic slowly sets in.I get no answer when we hit a bump, and I am tossed back.
I kick and scream, my cries echoing in the tight space.Panic closes in, pressing in on me from all sides.It’s twenty minutes of sheer terror before the car pulls over.The trunk opens, and Dion’s face appears above me.
“Knock it off,” he growls.But as I sit up, attempting to escape the suffocating space, something in his eyes shifts.He moves, gripping my shoulder and shoving me back down.
“No… wait.Please.”He slams the trunk shut.
“No!”I boot the trunk again, my air seizing in my lungs, and I start feeling lightheaded when I hear a growl.The trunk pops open, and he grabs my dress.
“I said stop.”
“I’m claustrophobic!”I blurt, feeling like an idiot.
“You’re claustrophobic?”His question is almost casual, belied by his careful scrutiny.When I nod, tears glistening in my eyes, he sighs.“Why are you claustrophobic?”he asks.
My face heats, but I don’t answer, too busy amidst gaspsfor air, my hands gripping the edges of the trunk.He seems to watch me for a second.“You’re lying,” he accuses, about to shove me down, but I grip his suit.
“No, please,” I beg, pouncing out only to crash into him.He grabs me, holding me against him, then moves to force me back into the trunk, but I wrap my legs around him, my grip on him tightening.
