Chapter 64

Sarah POV

In a strange way, I was glad I had gotten drunk with Zane. Otherwise, the feeling of the room as it spun around my head and the way my arms and legs wouldn’t do what I wanted would have frightened me more than they already did.

They had forced some sort of wine down my throat before they brought me to this private room with its bed, its bondage equipment on the walls, and fake curtains covering only a bare wall. Whatever they put in it made me feel happy and horny, and I was pretty certain those feelings were going to intensify when the drug really took hold of me.

I looked around the room trying to make sense of what was going on. The idea that I’d been “mistaken” for a slave was obviously wrong. Someone had paid money for me to be here, dressed in this ridiculous costume and holding a prop flogger in my hand.

It had to have something to do with Zane, I thought, though even my thoughts seemed to slur and wander inside my mind. I wasn’t important for the bother of all this, the cost, the secrecy. This had to be something about Zane.

I nodded, satisfied I was right. The room started spinning faster.

The door opened, and an alpha stepped inside. He wasn’t wearing a mask, and his blue eyes looked familiar. He’d been one of the bidders at the auction. It seemed I had been up for sale and hadn’t known it.

He smiled at me, and it was almost childlike. “I simply cannot believe my good luck. Can you believe this?”

“Alpha Zane won’t like this,” I told him, though I sounded to myself like I were speaking underwater.

“Oh, he won’t like this at all!” The alpha giggled. “But I’ll be out of the country before he finds your body in his daughters’ bed, so who cares?”

“You keep away from me!” I backed away and almost tripped over the bed corner.

“Why would I want to do that, you sweet little piece of human meat? Can I tell you that you smell delicious in every way?” He rubbed himself through his tuxedo pants.

“Goddess, this is going to be good,” he growled. In a few steps, he was in front of me, and with another painful wrench of my neck, my mask was gone. He threw it to the side, put his hands on either side of my head, and lifted me up so I was on my tiptoes.

Slowly, he leaned in and set his teeth over the end of my nose. One bite, and I knew I’d lose flesh. His breath streamed into my mouth and tasted foul.

He let go and leaned back while I tried to stay up on my toes. As I wobbled, his fingers pulled on my ears and ripped out strands of my hair. His face was almost a blur in front of me.

And yet during all this, the drug was working its dark poison in my system. My skin was flushed, I’d gone wet between my legs, and I wanted to be touched. My breasts ached with it.

The alpha sniffed at me and smiled. “Yes, the alcoran is powerful, isn’t it, little Sarah? You hate this, but soon you’ll want to be fucked so badly you’ll beg me for it. I’ll have cut you by then, broken a bone or two, and you’ll still spread your legs and scream for it.”

“Fuck you,” I said.

“Something like that,” he said with a laugh. “My only regret is that I won’t be there to see the look on his face.”

He looked like he was done talking, so I gasped out, “Why? What has Zane done to you that you would hate him so much?”

The alpha sent me an indulgent look, but he still answered. “If not for him, I’d be alpha of this pack, and we wouldn’t be making nice with the humans and allowing you and your revolting spawn into our schools and public spaces. You’d all know your place.

“He’s weakened the entire werewolf line with his peacekeeping and liberal bullshit.” He reached down with his right hand and squeezed my nipple, chuckling when we both felt how hard it was. I shuddered, or shivered, and he gloated.

“So the whole thing, the auction, the charity, it’s all just to cover up a human sex trafficking ring?”

“Of course it is. The sight of you standing there, watching people bid on your fellow humans while you were cooing over the dog and the photo. You didn’t have a clue.”

“How many people in there knew what was going on?”

“What is this, a 60 Minutes interview?” He laughed.

“I’m rather large, even for an alpha,” he said next. “I’ll hurt you, and you’ll bleed, and you’ll still beg me for it. You’ll want it harder and harder. Maybe I’ll even kill you that way.”

He struck like a snake and bit me, then he pressed lips wet with my own blood against my mouth. I retched.

“And oh yes!” He grinned. “After I’ve split you open, but before I put your cold corpse in Chloe and Grace’s bed, Captain Martiveck gets to eat your heart.”

I brought up my knee as hard as I could. It was off-target and unsteady, but he still howled in pain and dropped me to the floor. Holding himself, he staggered to the wall and looked back at me with hatred.

“You scum! “ he shouted, though it was a little strangled. “How, how dare you?”

“You’re a sadistic piece of shit!” I shouted. “A pathetic alpha wannabe who isn’t fit to lick Zane Cavendish’s asshole!”

He reached for me but wasn’t quite upright yet. I danced away from him, laughing.

“All the she-wolves in the pack know it too, I’ll bet! They know you’re nothing to Zane. They talk about you behind your back and make jokes about what a tiny cock you have!”

He roared in a way I’d never heard a roar before, an alpha in full killing mode. I didn’t care. Let him kill me, the sniveling little prick.

He pressed his hands against the wall and angled himself at me. “You think this is going to get me to kill you quicker? I’m just going to take it that much slower, you fucking whore.”

With another roar, he launched himself at me just as the door exploded inward.

Zane instantly had his hands around the alpha’s throat, and in another instant, the wolf lay still on the floor. I wanted to spit on the corpse, but I was worried about my aim.

Zane was next to me then, holding me up, holding me close.

“How did you know?” I asked. “How did you find me?”

“Scott,” he growled. “He wanted me to find you after Eslvier had—oh, goddess. Sarah. Sarah,” he whispered.

“Thank you,” I could only say next. “Thank you.”