What is Love, Alpha?

Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

*Emily*

            I stumbled back into Anton, feeling him cage me with his arms almost impulsively. Like a drum, my heart thudded in my chest as I felt, more than saw, everyone's eyes on me. My skin got uncomfortably cold, even though I was wrapped in Antons arms. I forced my eyes shut when another memory hit me, showing me the reason behind my fright at that moment.

            Christian leered over me, his sick enjoyment at my suffering obvious on his face. I was too sore to stop him when he reached for me, fisting the material of my tank top in one hand and yanking. I was lifted halfway off the ground before the fabric ripped in his hand, exposing my chest and sending me slamming back to the ground.

            The air was forcefully pushed from me, causing a strangled sound to rip past my lips as I thumped to the ground. I arched my back automatically in hope to release some of the pain.

            I heard the men all around me laugh at my display of discomfort, simply encouraging Christian. My hair was the next item to be used. He grabbed fistfuls of it, splitting some strands from their roots as he wrenched me to my feet. I bit back another cry as he let go, allowing me to stumble slightly before I balanced myself.

            I crossed my arms over my chest in an attempt to remain decent against all the male eyes aimed in my direction.

            "Aw c'mon little Emily; we've seen it all before!" Another man yelled, his rude comment followed by obnoxious laughter. I felt Christian grip my hands in an attempt to pull them apart.

            "No, no!" I screamed, thrashing. He easily silenced and stilled me by turning me around and slapping me across the face. The hit was hard enough to send me to the ground, by his iron grip on my wrist held me up.

            He spun be back, pinning my arms to the side and forcing me to flash the crowd.

            I was jolted back into reality abruptly when the front door was slammed shut again, blocking me from everyone's view. Antons arm still had me encased against him, allowing me to feel every shift of his muscles against my back, and the vibrations his growling was causing.

            The pulsation of my heart made breathing hard, causing my breath to come out in loud, labored pants; probably the most noise Anton had ever heard from me.

            He twisted me around to face him, pulling me close so that the cool bite of the air didn't affect me. I buried my face into a chest, taking the comfort he offered me.  As my world continued spinning unevenly, I clung to Anton, trying to make it stop.

            I was a fool, it was that simple. It was idiotic of me to think that I could easily stand in front of a crowed after my many ordeals. It didn't happen just once, in fact, Christian had decided to make it a monthly thing. Then again, something inside of me, common sense, had told me that I wouldn't be able to handle the people; so maybe I wasn't totally clueless.