Gemoira

ten

Fuck.

Hands grabbed me, pain scorching my body as I stumbled. I swallowed, staring up at the male who held my biceps in his grip. Dark blue eyes were narrowed, nostrils flared as he stared down at me. I grinned sheepishly at the wolf, trying to hide the wince from how tightly he held me. He scanned my face before his eyes drifted to the loose, long strands of my hair.

Footsteps came from behind me, and I dared a glance to see dumb and dumber limping toward us. Shifting my gaze back to Henrietta, I pretended his sudden fascination with my hair was totally normal.

"So are you going to be a bad guy or..." I grinned up at Harold.

He glared, his fingers flexing on my biceps, before he cast a glance over his shoulder. Looking that way, too, I noticed Bleak was behind him, with a scowl on his face. They shared a look before Harold's hand moved and snatched the key from my hand.

"I will have that." He clicked his tongue, throwing the key behind me.

I frowned when one of them caught it and unlocked the cuffs.

"Spoil sport." I muttered.

Surprisingly, Harold's lips quirked in the corner, but it was so slight I could not be sure.

"Want to tell me how a five-foot-five human beat the two of you senseless?" He asked, moving his grip to hold onto my elbows.

Damn, his hands were warm.

I rolled my head, wanting to watch the admission. I looked over my shoulder to find the both of them glaring down at the ground. It was Nasty who spoke, Grumpy staying silent.

"It caught us off guard." He muttered.

I huffed, rolling my eyes to look back at Harold's chest. It rose deeply before he exhaled rather loudly. His shirt was neatly pressed, unwrinkled and untainted. It was the nicest I've ever seen Harold, and the closest we've been. It'll be a shame if my bloodied wrists ruined it.

"Get back in there and shower." Harold demanded, tightening his grip on my arms.

"But-

"Human..."

"Harold!" I begged, widening my eyes. "I... can't."

I didn't want to admit I feared what would happen. I couldn't help but let the scary thoughts rampage through my mind. Harold could not be that cruel. He thought I was hilarious, right? And I was not a virgin, but the last thing I wanted was to be taken advantage of.

"Wash him with his clothes on." Harold commanded them, releasing me. "Teach him a lesson."

"Yes, Beta." They bowed.

I glared at Harold as they took an arm each. His eyes narrowed, looking down at my face before darting his eyes to my bloodied wrists. His nose twitched, and a strange emotion that looked a lot like disapproval passed through them before he clicked his tongue and turned.

"Harold! I will get you back for this!" I hissed.

Bleak remained, watching as they dragged me back into the shower room. He grimaced as well, taking a hesitant step closer before the door swung shut behind us.

Thank goodness, I didn't have to see his ugly ass handsome face anymore.

"Stand there," Nasty snapped, pushing me into the wall. "And stay still."

I glared, pressing my tired weight into the wall. Every day in the cell I would do a little workout, just to keep my stamina up, but it seemed even that was not good enough and made my wounds only burn more.