The Pack Slut

twenty three

‼️ before the chapter : here's a slight trigger warning. this chapter gets a little bit intense with people forcing themselves on people. If you choose to skip over the chapter, (which is fine!) I've provided a short summary of what had gone down, at the end of the chapter. Much love!

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I wanted him, that much was undeniable.

But I couldn't help the feeling of stupidity that washed over me when my mind trailed to actually being with him, if he was truly sorry. I hated feeling dumb because I certainly was not, but I couldn't help the fact that I had been made a fool of by Kalthius multiple times.

I felt stupid. Really stupid. The stupidest even. I let him play me, more than once, more than twice, more than anyone has before. I was supposed to be the one who played people, not the other way around. I could feel the irritation stir in me, as I sat there in my bed, watching the rays from the sun beam into my room.

It truly would've been a beautiful sight for sore eyes, if I hadn't had been so...agitated. The beautiful green forest outside collecting the suns rays as the sun set slowly, but surely-

A knock sounded on my door.

Who would come knocking at my door at past 8? I had already eaten, Jax was on patrol and Kal...perhaps it was him.

"Yes?" I called, standing up from my bed and making my way to the door.

No response was heard, but instead a more aggressive knock on the door.

"Calm down, I'm almost-" I swung the door open, expecting to come face to face with Kal's, but instead was met with 2 rough looking males and a girl.

Two males, one with black hair and a smaller body type then the other one who was taller, more built, and scruffy light brown hair. The girl had long hair, and brown eyes. She was dressed in leggings and a dark flannel

But it all happened so quickly.

"Shut up," one of the males said putting  his hands on my shoulders and shoving me towards the bed. The girl with long dark hair began fiddling with the door handle, locking it. My heart filled with fear.

The scrawnier male had my hands pinned behind me, the other one had his hand over top of my mouth. I tried to scream but all that could be heard were my helpless muffles.

The lone female was finished with the door and turned around. "So this is the alpha's new plaything?" She asked taking a look at me with something unreadable in her eyes.

I bit the hand in my mouth, but I was met with nothing. The man didn't even flinch.

"She's not even pretty," said the girl with disgust.

The man that held my mouth released one of his hands to tear my t-shirt open. My bra and breasts were on full display. "Really?" He said lustfully and putting a rough hand on my breast. "Because I think she's pretty hot."

My body cringed. I wanted to gag. It felt so wrong. His disgusting touch made me want to vomit.

"Cover her mouth with your other hand," the man who was fondling me said. "I want two hands."

For a brief second the hand on my mouth was released and I let out a scream. Another hand was over my mouth faster than I could think.

"Shut the fuck up," the girl stalked over to me and drew back her backwards which came back the slap me hard on the cheek. The ring on her middle finger cut me and I felt my eyes water.