Alpha Elijah

Chapter 8

I screeched in pain as teeth broke the skin on the back of my neck, attempting to force a mating mark. As we weren't mates it wouldn't take without consummation but the thought of it alone bought vomit to my throat.

Cameron's teeth stayed latched to the back of my neck as I violently thrashed in his grasp, feeling more of my skin being ripped away. He was trying to pull my clothes off of me as I was starting to see black.

I fought hard for my consciousness and neck as his teeth sunk deeper and I was losing blood at an alarming rate.

It felt like hours before the Sigma of Black Shawl arrived in wolf form to attack the invading rogue. At that point I was basically a naked rag doll that the monster had nearly finished stripping. I was a meat shield that the half man half monster was standing behind, still trying to *have his way with* whilst being encircled.

It was at that point that I lost consciousness. I had never felt more vulnerable or alone. I was naked, covered in mud, blood and vomit and in the hands of the man who had already and was trying to further ruin my life.

Alpha Elijah's POV

A rogue attack was nothing new, though the organisation and timing was unusual. It was rare for there to be any organisation among rogues, but there seemed to be some structure and order to the attacks. They were only going after those arriving for the conference and many were running as soon as the Sigma got close.

"Can't this thing go any faster?" My old friend James growled out, worried about his friend who had been travelling with the convoy of elders.

"We're nearly there." Elias called from the front. "Don't get your knickers in a twist."

A pure scent like honey and lime washed over me from the open window. For a moment I felt pure bliss and knew a true heaven... before the hellish stench of blood crashed down.

I flung my body from the moving vehicle, knowing my wolf could take me there faster, and sprinted at full speed towards the scene.

I wasn't usually a violent person. Did I know how to kill a man? Yes. Would this be the first time? No. But this was the first time in my life I had felt nothing but pure rage and hate towards the monster baring down over my half-naked unconscious mate.

 The Sigma were all wasting their time, slowly circling as he was trying to *have his way with her*.

I couldn't contain my rage. Flying at the beast with as much strength as I could muster and ripping it's arm from it's body. It howled in rage and pain, unlatching my mate from it's teeth for long enough to allow me to drag it's body from hers and start ripping it apart.

I didn't kill it, I wouldn't grant it the mercy, but I tore chunk after chunk from it until I knew it was unconscious as the screaming had stopped. Once I finished with the beast I returned to  examine my mate and stopped any other male from touching her exposed flesh.

"Alpha..." My Beta, said, slowly approaching me a I bared my teeth at him. "We need to move her, she's loosing too much blood." He said, staying low to the ground and baring his neck to show he meant no harm. "The Zeta is here to see to her.... She's losing too much blood."

I stayed by my mates body as the woman approached and examined her. She said something about blood loss and her spine but I couldn't think of anything past the flap of torn-up skin where my mark should lay on her small neck.

My mate was kept face down to ensure her injuries would not get worse.

I jumped in the ambulance with the Zeta, trying to imagine what her long hair looked like without the blood. It wasn't black but I couldn't tell anything other than that. I had yet to see her face and couldn't stop myself from imagining what she looked like. What colour eyes did she have? Were her features delicate or were they bold? Did she have any scars? Did she have freckles?