Broken

Flashback

Chapter 3

          My wolf howled at me to claim him as soon as his scent hit my nose. I didn’t even realize who it was until I captured his beautiful brown eyes with mine. Eric. He was the beta of our pack, the northeast pack. He was beautiful, around 6’2 with dark brown hair and rippling muscles. Before I could start towards him, one of his buddies stepped in front of me, cutting off our eye contact. I started to glare at the person, until I realized it was him, the guy who used me, the guy who made me the “slut” of the school. The guy who ruined me…

Flashback:

          I was at a party, my very first teenager party that didn’t include games and cake. There was flashing lights all around, making my eyes burn whenever the rotation hit them. My senses have not come yet, being as I was only 15, but I could still smell the loads of alcohol in the air. I looked around at the crowd, staring at the sweaty people grinding on each other like they had no pride. Only werewolves were here, as this was thrown by our soon to be alpha, so every once in a while I’d see marks on people’s necks, the claims of their mates.

          I felt strong arms wrap around my waist from behind, breaking me out of my scrutiny and instantly making me panic. I knew no one here, what if something happened? No one could help me. “Shhh little Sirena, it’s only me.” I heard a deep voice whisper to me. I recognized it instantly. Tanner.

          He grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the stairs that lead to the bedrooms. I started to yell, but my voice was drowned out by the ear crushing music. I tried to pull away, but even in his drunken state, I was nothing compared to a shifted male wolf. I started to panic, thinking of all the horrible things that he could do to me. He wouldn’t kill me, would he? I felt my eyes widen at that thought. Tonight could be my last night alive. It wasn’t fair! Sure I wasn’t innocent, but I still wanted to live. To be able to meet my mate, have children, live happily ever after. That’s how it’s supposed to be, right? He pulled me through a door, ending my internal rant. I was thrown on the bed, having the clothes I picked so carefully torn off of my body, leaving scratch marks where his nails caught my tender flesh. No! My mind scream, but I couldn’t seem to voice it. It’s as if my lips couldn’t function, couldn’t shout the words that were going through my brain over and over again, I was powerless…I was pathetic.