Page 77 of Alpha's Redemption

‘Marcus!’I shriek.

“Oh, we’ll have fun with you, alright,” the man growls, flashing his teeth as I try to free myself. I scream when I feel his tongue roll across the side of my face and he groans lewdly. His friend behind him is laughing. I try to alert Marcus, but a fist connects with the side of my head. I gaze dizzily up at the sky, my eyes losing focus before I’m hit again and see nothing but darkness.

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Ava

Motion and bumps wake me. We’re in the back of a van and my hands are tied behind my back. My fingers feel like they’re losing circulation and I hit the side wall before hearing a chuckle.

I look up only to be kicked in the stomach by the man sitting along the side wall; his legs are what I slid into. I grunt at the impact and a whimper escapes me as I roll on my trapped arms. I can’t even catch my breath before I’m winded again when the van stops, causing me to roll onto the other side. The double back doors are swung open and I suck in a harsh breath as pain rattles through all of me. I can taste my own blood and smell… smell...

Turning my head, I search for Zoe to find her also tied up and another man with ash blonde hair pawing at her and squeezing her breasts. Her chest is littered with bite marks, her shirt has been torn off her, and she’s only left in her bra and black pants. Zoe is unconscious and completely limp. Fear coils and slivers through me.No!I gasp. I struggle against my restraints and growl at him.

“Don’t touch her, you sick fucks!” I scream at him when I see the man push his hand down her pants. At the same time, I feel a pinch in my neck and the dark-haired man waves a syringe in front of my face.

“That'll do bitch. Now quiet, or you’ll get a taste of what she gets,” the man who kicked me says. He sweeps his dark hair from his eyes before gripping my arm and dragging me from the back of the van. I feel funny. My vision tunnels, though I remain conscious. However, I’m helpless as I feel the drug take effect; I can feel the wolfsbane burning through my system, stunning my wolf and muting the mind-link. I curse at myself—I should have played dead and alerted my father.

I’m tossed onto the cold, concrete floor. My head bounces off it painfully when Zoe falls beside me.

“Zoe?” I groan. She’s drenched in blood. I know I am too, but she has a deep gash across her forehead and blood is dribbling out of the corner of her mouth.

“Zoe!” I cry when I see the man who stabbed me in the neck also stab a needle into hers. She doesn't respond. When I hear more footsteps, my eyes try to glance around, but my body is paralyzed, and it isn’t until the footsteps draw close enough that I can see his face.

Carter.

A growl vibrates and dies in my chest. He’s wearing a dark blue suit and looks like his father, only more unhinged. His eyes are half red and half green like snake eyes, the aftermath of being forsaken. His scent is also off—not rogue but also not like a pack wolf either. His hair is styled messily, like he’s run his fingers through his gelled hair. Tattoos on his chest poke out from under the open buttons on his white dress shirt and on his arms where his sleeves are rolled to the elbows.

“Who is that?” Carter asks, motioning toward Zoe with his hand.

“Some whore she was with. I think Ava called her Zoe?” the dark-haired man says while looking over at his buddy, who shrugs.

“Uh… just a rogue whore,” the blonde man says.

She isn’t. She’s Beta Marcus' mate,I try to rasp out, but my tongue thickens, swelling in my mouth and my words are not even audible with the way they are slurred. My heart races in my chest when I see him bend down and grip her face, turning it to look at her.

“She’s marked,” Carter sneers.

I watch as Carter stands up and nudges her onto her back with his foot. He sighs, looking at his men before his eyes roam over her half-undressed body.

“Do what you want with that one. No one touches John’s daughter, though; I need her alive for now,” Carter says, and the two men chuckle darkly. The blonde man licks his lips as he bends down to grab her.

My heart sinks into my stomach, a pit forming as I watch her get tossed over his shoulder before I’m also grabbed. We appear to be in some sort of warehouse, but as they move toward a door, we’re suddenly descending stairs. I try to take everything in, looking for an escape and trying to remember my way through the tunnels as they navigate the twists and turns.

We seem to be in the old emergency evacuation tunnels that run beneath the city. They were all supposed to have been closed up years ago. But it’s obvious Nixon’s pack has been opening them, because after about 10 minutes of walking, I’m deposited onto the cold floor in a part that opens up wider, creating a large space. Zoe is dumped beside me and when she hits the hard ground, she grunts as she comes to. She blinks rapidly as she wheezes, trying to catch her breath.

Her eyes fall on me. Tears burn my eyes and she opens her mouth, but like me, she can’t get her tongue to work. Yet, it doesn’t stop her blood-curdling scream when one of the men starts ripping her pants off. I want to help her, yet I’m powerless to do anything but watch and listen to her screams. I sob when Carter wanders into the room, his shoes loud on the concrete as he saunters over to me and crouches beside me. He peers over his shoulder as his men fight over who will get her first, then smirks and taps my face in his hand.

“Don't worry, Ava. I will make sure you get to watch,” he purrs, sweeping my hair away from my eyes. “Should have taken me up on the marriage proposal. Oh well.” He clucks his tongue.

“Your sister and father made an enemy of the wrong person. But,” he pauses and laughs when Zoe screams again and I watch one of the men run a blade between her breasts, cutting her bra away. All she can do is lie there and watch what they do to her—feelwhat they do to her. A whimper escapes me.

“Now, if Valen and your father don’t meet my demands, that will be you next,” he says before rising.

The dark-haired man shoves her legs open and pushes inside her. Zoe cries and pleads for a while before her screams die out and she just stares off vacantly, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, like she suddenly becomes an empty shell.

I scream and cry, clenching my eyes shut, unable to watch as they rape her, praying someone will get to us before they kill her. But as the hours drag on, I lose track of time. At regular intervals, I’m jabbed, just like Zoe, with a needle.

I have no idea how much time has passed. We must have dozed off when I hear footsteps of the two men and Carter returning, along with another man. Carter nods toward his men, who then drag a screaming Zoe from the room, down the tunnel, and around the corner into the next room. Once again, her screams ring out loudly, and I throw up, choking on my vomit as it suffocates me.

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