Page 58 of Stalked By the Alphas
Tears stream down my face as he lathers shaving cream over my pussy. The cold foam makes me flinch.
“Please don’t do this,” I beg one last time, even though I know it’s futile.
Ayden ignores my pleas, methodically dragging the razor over my sensitive skin. I bite my lip to keep from crying out as he works, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. When he’s finished, he wipes me clean with a wipe. It stings, and tears seep out of my eyes.
“There we go,” he murmurs, running his fingers over my now-bare mound. “Nice and smooth, just how Uncle David likes it.”
I turn my face away, shame and disgust washing over me. Ayden grips my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“You’re going to be a good little omega for us, aren’t you, Hazel?” he growls. “I want my turn with you after he is done, and I don’t want you to fight me. Surrender that omega to the alphas who can take care of you, Hazel. Let us taste that sweet slick and knot you so you can breed a child with us.”
My eyes widen, and I die inside as the meaningbehind that is too much for me to even form into a full thought. “Never,” I whisper. “You will never have that from me.”
Ayden’s grip on my chin tightens painfully. “You don’t have a choice, little omega. You belong to us now, and you will do what we say when we say it. Your life is no longer your own. You will live only to serve us. You will speak only when we require an answer from you. You will keep your eyes lowered and legs open so we can ravage that sweet, bare pussy of yours whenever and wherever we want, even if it is in the middle of the park in broad daylight with everyone watching. They will know you are ours, and no other alpha will ever touch you again. Your life belongs to us now, Hazel.”
I stare at Ayden in horror as his words sink in. The full weight of my situation crashes down on me. I’m trapped here with these monsters, powerless to stop whatever they have planned.
“No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “No, I won’t let you do this. I’m not your property!”
Ayden’s eyes flash dangerously. “You don’t have a choice, little omega. Fighting will only make it worse for you.”
His hand trails down my body, fingers ghosting over my pussy. I shudder in revulsion, straining against my bonds.
“Such a pretty little girl,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait to have my turn with you.”
Footsteps approach and David appears in the doorway,a predatory smile on his face. “Well done, Ayden. She looks perfect.”
Ayden steps back, allowing David to approach the bed. His eyes roam hungrily over my exposed body.
“Please,” I whimper, one last desperate plea. “Please don’t do this.”
David ignores me, running his hand up my thigh. “I’ve waited so long to have you again, Hazel. My sweet little omega.”
As both David and Ayden step back, taking their time undressing, I squeeze my eyes shut and retreat into myself. There’s no escaping the horror of my reality, but I can try to block it out as much as possible.
36
NOAH
Frustration and angerboil inside me. We’ve wasted precious time coming here, and Hazel is still out there somewhere, suffering God knows what. Carter and I emerge from the building, searching for Zach.
Carter’s face is a mask of barely controlled rage. “Nothing,” he spits out. “Not a fucking trace of her.”
I nod grimly, processing, trying to think rationally when all hell is breaking loose in my soul. “We need to regroup and figure out our next move.”
Zach strides over to us, his phone held up in one hand and three black masks in the other. I eye them up curiously but don’t comment on them yet. “Guys, I think I’ve figured something out. The sign says Westmoor School forBoys.”
I frown, not following. “So?”
“So Leah said to try the Old School House in Westmoor. It got me thinking. Why would magician fuckface bring Hazel to the school for boys? So, I did a search...there was a Westmoor School forGirlsfurther up the road, around the back. It’s lesser known because it was so small and closed down only a few years after it opened.”
“Are you sure?” I ask steadily.
He nods and holds his phone up. “Look.”
I glance at the page he has up that indeed states there was a Westmoor School for Girls. “Fucking hell,” I growl and march off where Zach had vaguely indicated the road for the other school is.
Carter curses violently, slamming his fist against the crumbling brick wall. “We’ve wasted so much time!”
