Alpha Brothers - The Cold Hearted Sister (book 5)

Chapter 18

Chapter 18
Allie
It had been an hour and twenty-one minutes since Nick had left. Not that I was counting.
I had never felt so bored. My only friend was the bed that I lied upon, trying to think of something to do.
The thought of leaving the tent crossed my mind but I quickly pushed it away when I remembered my promise to Nick and yesterday's events.
Sighing, I forced my mind to empty. I stopped thinking about Nick, Callum, Hector, Foal Coillie and the Macangus Pack. Nothing was allowed to enter.
I groaned, sitting up and giving in. Who was I kiddin'? It's all I could think about. There was nothing stoping it.
Come on Allie, I egged myself on, you can do this. Just think about -
"Ah-hum."
My eyes opened. My body froze. His disgusting scent filled my nose making my skin crawl. Just when I was on my own once again, he decided to show his ugly mug.
I shut down my fear, having faith in Nick that Hector would keep his word.
"What the hell do you want?" I snapped, "I don't feel like bein' a chew toy today, so piss off."
"Still pissed about that are you?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
"Aye, I am. So if you don't want to be ripped to shreds, I'd suggest goin' back the way you came," I growled, his very presences causing my wolf to stir.
She didn't trust him and neither did I. Hector's mind was sick and unpredictable. Anything that he wanted, couldn't be good.
"I'm glad you haven't figured out that you have no say here," he said, sounding way too happy for my comfort.
"Why would you say that?" I asked.
"Because it will make what happens next so much easier."
And that was all I needed to hear. I scrambled off the bed, loosing my footing a little before I found myself backed against Nick's desk. My eyes darted around for a weapon but only found a book.
"What?" He asked stepping into the tent like he owned it, "no longer tough, no longer brave? Not when the big bad wolf is around."
I swallowed, "I've seen what you've done. I know who you really are."
Slowly, he stalked his way around the bed to my side of the tent, "then why aren't you beggin' for your life."
To hell with that. I took the shot. Snatching the book, I sung at him. The impact of the book against his chest shook my arms as the book crumbled to the ground. My mouth dropped as I realized that Hector was still standing. He hadn't moved.
With a snarl, he seized my arms. Screams escaped my lips before I even realized, fear filling my body at the idea of the punishment he had install.
"You said nobody would touch me!" I screamed fighting his grasped, "you gave your word!"
Yanking me to his body, he growled in my ear, "I said, that I wouldn't let anyone touch you. I said nothin', about, myself."
Oh no.
He didn't.
He couldn't have.
There was no possible way.
Nick was tricked. I was tricked. And now, I was stuffed.
Hector dragged me outside, not allowing me to catch up. He through me up against a tree like a rag doll, the pain numbing my body and sending a pounding through my head.
"Your not as strong as you use to be," Hector growled, his voice echoing.
The world around me was spinning as I struggled to get my bearings. Sticks scratched my arms and my hair was in my face. Was I on the ground?
"Your family connection is broken! You have no one to turn to!"
For a second I was airborne. My stomach tightened trying to contain the pain that was ripping through my muscles before I returned to earth again.
"Or is it because you have lost faith in them? Don't you believe their comin' for you."
I felt the familiar pain of Hector's knife-like boot stabbing my stomach. But instead of being kicked into the air, I was pushed up against the tree again, the hard trunk numbing my spine and the ruff bark scratching my skin.
"My family is comin'!" I forced the words out of my mouth, feeling my lungs tighten in an attempt to keep all the air in my body.
"Why would they?" He questioned, "why would they come for a little slut like you?"
Before I even had time to process the insult, he snatched my arms and pulled me to my feet. Just as I thought he would stop for a moment, pain ripped through my cheek and my body crumbled at the impact of the hard ground.
"You screw vampires, why would they want you back? You even slept with me once!"
My skin crawled at the memory.
"I was drunk," I groaned, "and I have regretted it ever since."
And just like that, my world turned. I now faced the sky and the ground was against my back. Hector suddenly came into view as his mounted himself on my squirming body. The air flow to my lungs stopped as his hand cupped my neck and began to squeeze.
"You little bitch!" He growled, "let's see if you reach the standards."
Before I knew it, his mouth was on mine and his tongue was inventing. I screamed so loud it felt like my lungs would burst. My body thrashed like a fish out of water, fighting against his hold on me.
"Almost as good as Malcolm's little Wolf. But not quite," he said, his grip on my neck, loosening.
"You bastard!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, "get the hell off me!"
"But I'm not finished," he stated, his hand grasping my hands and lifting them above my head.
His grip on my wrist became an unbreakable lock, worse than the chains. One hand let go only to be pressed on my breast. My squirming grew, my wolf stirring inside of me, wanting to be let loose.
"Get the hell off me!" I screamed even louder, trying to roll him off me but it was a loosing battle.
"Oh don't worry Allie. I'm not goin' to rape you," he reassured me.
Like hell I would believe that. He tricked his own brother into getting what he wanted.
"Your dirty now, soiled," he told me, grazing his hand up and down my belly, "I have bo idea what I can catch from a vampire-screwin' Cold-hearted bitch like you."
That was it. I was no longer going to be insulted, especially from The Devil himself.
I needed to get him angry enough to want to hit me, releasing my hands in the process. And I think I knew my weapon.
"Is that why you had to kill Bonnie?" his face dropped and his anger grew, "because she had been soiled by another man?"
With a growl, he released my hands and went to swing. I saw my second-long chance to hit him in the gut with my combined fists. He groaned, cupping his stomach. With a strong push, he tumbled off me and onto the ground.
This was my chance. Scrambling to my feet, I stumbled into a sprint.
Run Allie! I screamed at myself, run Allie, run! Get to the tree!
I didn't know what I would do after that. Perhaps by the time I was that far away, Hector would give up.
Get to the tree!
Just as I was half way something took me from behind. Screams escaped my lips before I even realized hitting the ground once again. I groaned, my body crying out in pain from the sudden stop.
"You bitch!" Hector shouted at me, pulling me to my feet.
Pain ripped through my head as my cheek stung. I struggled to move but found a solid force keeping me against what seemed to be a tree.
When I felt Hector's hard pelvis being pressed against my behind, I screamed struggling to get free. His grip on my hair felt like my head had been lit on fire, every strands bringing pulled against its will.
"Tarna learnt the hard way of what I do to people who don't shut up!" He roared, turning me deaf for a few seconds as he pushed me harder against the tree, "do not make me rethink not rapin' you. Because I will if I think you deserve it!"
He pulled my head back before forcing it forward.
Pain numbed my body turning the world black.