Kill Me Now (Modern Cliches, #1)

The Werewolves

This is where I meet a pack of shirtless men with very few women. The concept seems a bit... homoerotic to tell you the truth.

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It turned out the surprise Alpha Douchian had to calm down my hysterics brought on by the sudden existence of werewolves was to introduce me to even more werewolves. I wasn't entirely sure in what fucking universe in his mind that would ever work but he apparently believed it... so its what he did.

"Honey, this is the pack!" He had me tucked uncomfortably close to his side and my skin crawled unpleasantly at his close proximity. Not to mention the fact he had handcuffed me to his side. I'm not joking. He handcuffed me to his side. I was literally attached to him.

There were about thirty people in front of me. Stacy and her group were there and she gave me a smile and a wave. I gave her a shaky smile in return as my hands were currently connected to Peanuts McGee, you know? Cause he's fucking nutty.

Minus the six women, the rest of the group were all men. Annnnd they were all shirtless.

That was the only, the only, good thing about the meeting. I had never been exposed to so many gorgeous, muscular men before in my life. I was on single girl cloud fucking nine. Not to even mention more than half of them were posturing at me. Their muscles glistened in either sweat or baby oil. At that point I didn't care. They were just gorgeous eye candy at that point.

Looking them over I realized there was an apparent gender imbalance. There was a serious sausage fest going on. The six women seemed to be the only women. Now the display seemed a bit... homoerotic. I glanced them over, trying to hide a giggle as I tried to spot any sign of homosexuality.

I know, I know. My behaviour was a tad off but keep in mind I had been awake for nearly twenty-four hours, has some serious mental stress and emotional strain and my previous reality was no longer my current one. I was allowed to act strange! Moving on!

"This is my Luna..." His voice trailed off before he bent down. "Sweety, what is you name?" Fucking asshole. I didn't want to tell him and I kept my mouth shut. He could fucking figure it out on his own. I would have kept my mouth shut forever but the grip he had on my waist grew to the point of pain. I winced against it and he tightened it more and I bit back a groan of pain.

"Sasha! My name is Sasha!" It came out quickly and his grip loosened immediately. I was going to fucking bruise.

I hated him.

I glanced up and Stacy gave me a small frown as she glanced at Alpha Peanut Brittle and then back at me. She had seen what the bastard had done.

"This is my Luna, Sasha." He patted my side and I shied away from the contact, my skin sensitive from the large amount of pressure he had placed on it. I could almost feel the bruise growing.

"Alpha Female Sasha." Stacy said it brightly as she waved at me once more. The rest of the women looked rather unimpressed by her declaration but they didn't speak up at it either.

"Luna, Stacy." Alpha Drink My Kool-aid, said it lightly but there was a harsh warning to his tone. I shrunk under it.

"I prefer Alpha Female." Stacy said it rather casually and I felt something sharp poking into my side. I glanced down and I felt the blood drain from my face as I realized he had sprouted fucking claws.

"She is a Luna." His tone had turned sharp and I stared with wide eyes at them. That was not good.

"She is your Alpha Female." Stacy gestured lazily at me and I tried to signal her with my eyes that she was going to end up getting me hurt but she was staring at Alpha Kidnapper. I felt like I was about to get shanked.

"Know your place!" His voice was booming and growls rattled in the air. It must have been the human in me because I had the sudden urge to hit the fucking deck. Duck, run, do something other than be stuck next to a predator. However the handcuffs I was currently in prevented that.

"Fer-"

"You shut your mouth!" It was a roar and without warning those rather dangerous looking claws sunk into my side. I couldn't scream as his arms tightened around me, cutting off my breathing but Stacy could and scream she did.

Several of the men hurried forward only causing his claws to sink further into my side as he yanked me away. This was brutal. I felt light headed as I looked down at where the sharp things were spitting my flesh open.

"Alpha, you are hurting her." The voice was gruff and the claws were gone instantly but the woozy rushing feeling my head got, was not. The skin on my face and neck prickled unpleasantly and I stared at the holes in my shirt before the prickles seemed to all rush out of the wounds on my side. I blinked and my legs felt suddenly wobbly as blood started rushing from the split skin.

I was vaguely aware of more growling and shouting as hands grabbed at me but my entire focus was on the fact I was bleeding.

"That's a lot of blood." My words were almost eerily calm and knew I could lose that much more blood but still. I never had anything worse than a paper cut and a stabbing went a few more levels above that. I wanted to laugh.

With the handcuffs and the detainment, I half expected someone to jump out and scream, 'You just got shanked, bitch!' in my face because there was no way I wasn't in fucking prison. After that little thought, I fainted.... like a little bitch.