Bloodbath (The New Order 1)

Chapter 15

As much as I wanted to scream, I didn't want to attract attention nor resent being the weak once. The old man followed me and every time I looked back, rage furthered across his face. What was he even doing here? How did he even know? Shivers ran down my spine as I scrambled into the room, assuming it was a hallway but it wasn't. My heart beat dropped and I gasped upon the realization.

"You slut!" The man snapped as he closed the door behind himself.

I ignored my fear and turned to face him with a few apologetic words. "I'm really sorry. I was hungry that evening and you were the only one—drunk and naive enough to drink from." I explained while raising my hands in the air and protecting myself from any sudden movements.

The man growled, "Oh, you surely fucked me bad." He inched closer, destroying the distance I was trying to maintain. A nerve in his jaw pulsed and his mouth locked in anger.

I took in a shuddering breath, "I'm so—sorry." My back pressed against the wall of the bedroom I had accidentally walked in. There was no one around and the windows were shut along with all the doors.

His frown deepened before he grabbed a chunk of my hair and pulled me to himself. His warm, disgusting breath trickled down my neck, causing an itch to rise on my flesh. "I know exactly how you can repay me back for your mistake. No one fucks with me, you little whore." He tugged on my hair harder, forcing a muffled scream out of my throat.

My eyes widened at the threat standing in front of me and holding me taut. "No!" I exclaimed before the struggle began. I tried to push his preyful hands of my hair and body but they returned to me everytime I did so. His expression stayed hard and his hold harder.

He buried his fingers deep into my wrists and pushed me back against the wall. The scent of his lust dispersed into the air and I trembled in absolute fear. I flattened my palms against his as his face leaned in to force a kiss. He stalked over me with intentions as dirty as his blood. He forced his body upon me and for a moment, I lost control of myself. Dread flew through my head, my eyes watered as I continued to reject any of the old man's touch.

"Get off me." I shut my eyes and turned my head away from his.

He grabbed my jaw and demanded for something in return for what I had done to him that evening at the bar. "It will be equal once I have you." He said, his voice rough and violent just as his hands.

Without a warning, he slipped his hand around my inner thigh and clenched it tight. My attempts to knee him failed when he bought his leg and forced it between mine. This was it. It was either going to be my ego or life.

I swallowed my ego and a loud scream of help left my throat as I opened my mouth. Several more screams followed till the door to the room burst open and my saviors walked in, confused and disgusted, both at the same time. The man didn't flinch at the appearance of the twins, he glanced over his shoulder for a second before continuing to assault me in every vicious way possible.

"I'm simply taking my revenge." He laughed at my face.

"Not my candy," Knox growled, stepping forward with the intention to rip the man away from my body. The man was unbothered, forcing me to assume that he was among them—higher in the wolf hierarchy.

Another attempt to push him away failed but after a few seconds of hearing and processing the threat, the man moved aside by himself and faced Knox. "She bit me. I'm not letting this go." He hissed before his lustful eyes caught with mine. It was barely my fault in the first place. The only thing I did was bite him and he wasn't supposed to remember my face—not at all.