Alpha Roman

Five

Roman's POV

I wanted to rip the man's head off and take my mate, but the knife on her neck was stopping me. Logan and Issac were at my side in an instant, growling, to protect their luna. In the dark, I could only make out her beautiful eyes that were full of fear.

"Let her go!" I roared. First, he tortured my mate, and that is a death sentence on its own, but now he is threatening to end her life well now!? This man is going to be a new torturing experiment.

"And lose the only leverage I have other you? I think not" He smirked and I wanted to beat that smirk right off his face. Issac ran with werewolf speed and grabbed the man's mate and held her head as if he was going to snap it. "Let the Luna go and your mate lives," He said in a serious tone that he rarely uses.

The man's eyes filled with fear that I'm sure reflected mine. The man look at my mate and then his mate, seeming to think about it. He's thinking about it!? That is not right, I almost felt bad for the woman, but then I remember that she was the one that painted in my mates blood and any sympathy I would have had for her was gone instantly.

I growled at the man. This is taking too long. "Honey, just let her go," The woman said still at the mercy of Issac. The man took one more look at my mate and licked his lips. "Alright hand over my mate and I will give her to you" As if I would ever believe that "Yeah right, how about you hand her to me and I give you your mate."

The man laughed, and it sounded like a cow just dying. He pushed the knife into my mate's neck, and I saw that there was blood dripping down her pale neck. I roared and lunged at the man. My mate was shoved from the mans embrace as I tackled him. I felt my wolf take over as I growled and I could do nothing as I used my claws to cut the man up but not enough to kill him.

Once I made sure he passed out cold I felt my wolf giving me back control, and I looked over to where my mate fell. I saw that she hit her head on the kitchen counter, knocking her out cold. I ran over to her and looked at her better. She had dark brown silky hair and pale skin. Beautiful.

I picked her up bridal style and looked at my gamma "Where's Logan?" I asked in my alpha tone, meaning that I mean busness. "He went to go get the car," He said and bowed down to me, but I didn't pay any attention to him, I just walked out the door.

As I walked outside, I saw car lights shinning coming towards the house, and I knew it was Logan. I just kept walking, and soon the car that we took was in front of me. Logan came out, and once he saw his Luna in my arms, he opened the back door and let us in.

A few minutes later the two adults that abused my mate were knocked out and tied up in the trunk of the car. And then we were off to my base pack.

Abigail's POV

All I saw was darkness. I looked everywhere around me, but all I could see was an inky blackness as far as the eye could see. Then the floor below me disappeared, and I was falling, and there was nothing to grab onto.

Down at the bottom there was this blinding light, and I was falling straight into it. I woke up with a start and opened my eyes but immediately closed them. I was blinded by a bright light, but as soon as my eyes got used to the light, I took in my surroundings.

I was in a large room on a big bed that feels as if I was lying on a cloud. I was alone, and as I sat up, I found a small detail that I somehow didn't realize when I woke up. I wasn't wearing any clothes. I see father sent me to one of his friends again, I thought sadly.

Father would sometimes send me to his friend's house to please them. I heard footsteps coming this way, so I had to hide. I don't remember what this guy did to me, and I don't want to remember any of it. Did I hit my head or something?

I hid under the bed and quieted my breathing while slowing down my heart. I heard the door open and talking "I'm just saying that you could-" The voice suddenly stopped, and in front of me I saw a pile of clothes drop on the floor where two sets of shoes.

I had to calm my breathing because one of the sets of shoes walked over to the other side of the bed and sat down on the floor. I only saw legs, a stomach, and half a guy's arms but it wasn't that it was a man it was the mussels of the man that had me scared. I am betting that he is bigger than a redwood tree.

I stared at the big man in front of me and was startled when the other guy that I forgot about picked up the clothes and walked over to the other man and I assume handed him the clothes. The man sitting by the bed put the pile of clothes in front of him. He wants me to come out and get them so he can grab me.

"The clothes are for you," A deep voice said, and it made my heart skip a beat. The man pushed the clothes closer to me, and I thought for a moment. I'm not wearing any clothes, and I don't recognize anything in the room or the man's voice so things couldn't be what they seem. I scoot over closer to the light shining from the light above and grab the clothes fast before the man could try and grab my hand, but he didn't even move an inch.

Since it was so dark under the bed, I had to feel the clothes to know what they were. I felt undergarments, and sweater, and a pair of shorts. The shorts were a little too short, but it was better than nothing. "I can probably imagine what you thought when you woke up with no clothes on, but I swear I didn't see anything."

I was confused when he said he didn't see anything. What does he mean? Didn't he... And that was when it came to me. Of what happened the night before. My father, the knife, and the men in the house. What does he want with me? Is he going to sell me? Is he going to hurt me?