Page 54 of Stalked By the Alphas
“Let’s get you more comfortable,” he says, hauling me to my feet. “Then we can have a proper reunion.”
He leads me to a narrow bed, pushing me down into it. As he secures my bonds above my head, I take in my surroundings. Dingy, cold, damp and underground. That’s about all I can make out. He leans forward and, with a big pair of scissors, starts cutting my dress off my body in small pieces, taking his time, enjoying every second of it. I shrink away from his touch, but he leans in closer, his breathing heavy and aroused. I shudder, and tears seep from my eyes.
“Please let me go,” I beg, even though I know it’s completely pointless.
“No, Hazel. I’ve missed you, and I know you’vemissed me. I was your first. How can you ever forget that?”
I choke on the bile that rises in my throat. My first. I was five years old. The memories I’ve spent years repressing come flooding back in vivid, horrifying detail. The pain, the fear. The blood. So much blood.
“Please,” I beg. “Please don’t do this.”
He ignores me and continues to cut away my dress, piece by piece. When my knickers are visible, he groans softly and snips the sides before he pulls them away from me.
I sob, pressing my legs together. He forces them apart and breathes in deeply, but he doesn’t touch me there.
He goes back to his cutting, less carefully now. He nicks my skin with his carelessness to get the dress off me. Once it’s gone completely, he presses the scissors underneath the middle of my bra and cuts that. The slicing of the fabric is loud in the air, and my breasts fall free. I’m completely naked. I whimper and mewl when he rubs himself through his pants. Then he unzips them and pulls his cock out. I look away in disgust and fear, but he grips my chin with his other hand.
“Look at me, Hazel. Look at how much I want you.”
He jerks off slowly at first, but then he starts tugging roughly on himself, panting.
I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to bear the sight of him pleasuring himself. But he grips my face harder, his nails digging into my skin.
“I said look at me,” he growls, the alpha in him coming to the forefront.
As an omega, I can’t not obey him. It’s in my biology to do what he wants. This is the part of me that I hate, that I wanted to get away from, that I’ve tried so hard to become independent from these baser instincts.
But it’s impossible.
Reluctantly, I open my eyes. His eyes are wild with lust as he strokes himself faster. I feel sick to my stomach.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he pants. “A little warm-up for you to remember me by first.”
Another sob escapes me. “Please stop. Please don’t do this.”
But he’s too far gone, lost in his own twisted fantasy. With a guttural groan, he comes, splattering my naked breasts with his cum. I retch, my stomach heaving at the feel of it sliding over my nipples. I lie there, frozen, as he nuzzles my neck, grazing his teeth over my jugular.
“I’ve missed you so much, Hazel,” he murmurs. “We’re going to have so much fun together.”
Terror grips me that this is only the beginning. What else does he have planned for me? How long will he keep me here?
As if reading my thoughts, he chuckles darkly. “You always were my favourite little girl, Haze. I just wish we’d had more time together before I had to leave.”
Leave?
My mouth goes dry. Slowly, he pulls the mask fromhis face, revealing what I already know. The masked magician is David Johnson.
Leah’s father.
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ZACH
The car joltsviolently as Carter takes a sharp turn, snapping me out of my spiralling thoughts. I blink, trying to focus on the present moment. How long have we been driving? How long has it been since Hazel was taken? Is she okay? What if she’s hurt? Or worse?
I let out a low moan of agony that we are helpless. How did we let this happen?
But I know why. We were too arrogant to think that we were the only ones who could look out for Hazel. We didn’t stop to think that someone else was after her, and they would stop at nothing to get to her.
