My Alpha

Chapter Six

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME SEXUAL STUFF SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, WHEN YOU GET TO IT, JUST SKIP IT. YOU HAVE BEEEN WARNED! THERE IS WARNING RIGHT BEFORE IT HAPPENES.

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I move backwards using my hands and feet.

"W-what are you d-doing?" I ask nervously.

He gets on his knees, next to my legs and begins to take his belt off. I can see him a little better in this light. He's probably late teens, early twenties. He his black shaggy hair and a scar above his top lip.

"Well I wanted to have some time alone," he strokes my leg once his belt is off.

I try to stand up but my head spins, making me dizzy and the guy pushes me back down and straddles my waist.

"W-what do y-you w-want?" I ask trying to make my head stop spinning so I can fight back.

"You," he says. He takes off his shirt and I begin to hit his stomach and thrash around, making my head spin more.

He slaps me across the face, "Don't fight me."

"Help! Help m-" I yell before he takes his shirt and shoves it in my mouth, muffling me.

I try to pull it out, but he grabs my hands and manages to tie his belt around my wrist extremely tightly.

I thrash and tears begin to roll down my cheeks.

"Now stop moving baby," he stands up and takes his pants off, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

I cry more. 'Isla!' try to yell to her, but I get nothing back. My head is too foggy.

He gets back on his knees, next to my side and lifts my dress up to my boobs and begins to kiss my stomach, leaving a trail starting right below my bra and stops right above my panties. When his head gets close to my leg, I bring my knee up, connecting it with the side of his head. He falls to the ground holding his head.

I wiggle my wrists, trying to free my hands. I can feel blood running down my arms, from the belt. I know the only way to get my hands free is to dislocate one wrist. I take a deep breath and bit down hard on the shirt in my mouth as I turn my hand, feeling the bones pop out of place, sending a shooting pain down my arm. Once it's dislocated I free my hand, leaving enough space for my other hand to easily slide out. I take the shirt out of my mouth and turn to face my attracter.

His eyes widen, seeing how fast I got out of the belt. I stand up and my head spins but that doesn't stop me from kicking him in the groin. My dress falls back down my sides and I fumble with the doorknob, having to unlock it with one hand. Right as I get the door unlocked, the man grabs me from behind and pulls me back. I wrap my leg around the back of his leg and pull it forward, causing his knee to buckle and fall slightly, giving me the chance to use my elbow, I pull my elbow forward and release it, connecting it with his head. He then lets go and falls to the floor. I run to the door and throw it open and run as fast I can without falling over, from the booze and pain in my arm. I take a deep breath and breathe in and find Liam's scent. I run in the direction of his scent until I'm about twenty feet from him, standing at the bar. I can tell he catches my scent because his head snaps in my direction. I run into his arms so fast, keeping my dislocated wrist to my chest, he still is processing what happened, but holds me.

I cry into his chest and he hugs me, then stiffens, "Why do I smell blood?" he asks.

I pull back about a foot and show him my wrists.

He eyes widen and are filled with anger, "What the fuck happened Esme?"

I begin to sob again and Liam touches my wrists and I wince when he touches my dislocated one. He carefully holds it, his touch soothing some of the pain.