Chapter 2

• He stared at me with his amber eyes, a vicious smile on his lips. His fingers dug into my bicep as he held me tight. “I waited for you at the front door but you didn’t come. I thought maybe you were playing hooky.”
• “What and give someone else the chance to beat the shit out of me? You know we’re exclusive.” Missing school was worse than attending. Tyler and his friends might use me as a punching bag, but the torture that came with being truant was far worse. I’d tried a few times in high school, but it wasn’t worth the pain.
• He pushed me forward into the women’s bathroom. The door swung open and two girls standing by the sinks screamed.
• “Out. Now.” Tyler growled.
• “I don’t know why you waste your time with her,” Tenny, a tall blonde who was a few months older than me said.
• Every female at school wanted Tyler. He was going to be the next alpha, after all. Even without the promise of power, his looks would buy him a lot of attention. He was over six feet of solid muscle. With wavy black hair, piercing amber eyes, and a strong masculine jaw, he was like a walking wet dream. Thankfully, his good looks were wasted on me. He’d been a ruthless boy and by the time he resembled a fucking Greek God, I knew what kind of person he was.
• “Ditch the loser, Tyler,” Tenny said in what was probably supposed to be a seductive tone. “We haven’t had a tumble in my back seat in a while.”
• “I said. Out!” Tyler repeated.
• “She probably doesn’t even know what you like,” Tenny whined.
• “What exactly do you think he’s doing with me?” I asked. “Because I promise you if he put his dick anywhere near me, I’d bite it off.”
• Tyler’s hand made contact with my face, slapping me so hard it nearly knocked me on the ground. The sting made my eyes water and I forced myself to clench my jaw and hold my breath rather than cry out. I’d learned long ago that when I reacted, it made things worse.
• Tenny giggled. “Well, since she’s not meeting your needs, you know where to find me if you want a real wolf.”
• “Out,” Tyler repeated impatiently.
• The girls left the bathroom and I pulled free of Tyler’s grip. “What do you want, Tyler?”
• “You shouldn’t be here,” he said. “My father should have kicked you and your whore of a mother out the day your grandfather crossed that witch. Better yet, he should have let you starve in the caves.”
• I swallowed hard. The worst punishment in our pack was being locked in the caves on the south end of town, right near the border. Locked in without food or water with other criminals meant that wolves often went feral and fed on each other.
• It was gruesome and had only been used once in my lifetime, but the threat was always there. Only, this was the first time Tyler mentioned it. He’d told me I shouldn’t be here in previous encounters, but he’d never talked about the caves. Ever since his first shift, he’d been more emotional and less stable. I was grateful he wasn’t the alpha yet.
• “Don’t worry, I’ll be out of here soon and you’ll never have to look at me again.” I glared at him.
• Before I saw it coming, his hand was around my throat and he pushed me back, slamming me against the wall. I heard the cracking of my head as it made contact and hoped it didn’t mean I had another concussion. Pain blurred my vision and I winced despite myself.
• He was faster and stronger than he was before his first shift. When we were younger, I had a chance against him. As we got older, he got stronger, feeding off the energy of his wolf. I didn’t have that advantage. It was hard to tell if the beatings had gotten worse or if he’d gotten stronger.
• When we were in elementary school, he teased me but by middle school, things turned physical. In the last year, I had learned I didn’t stand a chance fighting back anymore.
• I was well aware that without the wolf within me, it’s impossible to protected myself from the future alpha.
• Tyler scowled at me. His expression reflecting pure hatred. I never knew what I did to make him so mad, but it had gotten worse recently. Beating me up had always seemed to be a sport, something he did with a laugh to show off to his friends.
• That’s when it hit me that here only left two of us. My heart pounded faster. In all the years of dealing with Tyler, he’d always had others with him. There were always witnesses. He liked the audience and there was always someone to pull him back if he took things too far. We’d never actually been alone before. For the first time during one of our little torture sessions, I was worried. This wasn’t just a game anymore.
• “Let me go,” I demanded.
• “Like I said, you shouldn’t even be here, little wolf.” He squeezed harder, making me gasp for air. My vision blurred, growing darker around the edges. For a moment, I wondered if this was it. If he took my life, I would be free of this place, done with the pain. I considered it for a heartbeat. A flicker of anger urged me forward, I wasn’t ready yet. I could see the murderous intent burning in his eyes.
• “Please...I beg you, let me go...” In order to ensure that I could live to embrace my freedom, I had to plea for mercy to divert his attention.
• Tyler's hand, tightly clamped around my neck, suddenly slackened, a trace of doubt creeping into his eyes.
• Risking retaliation, I kicked Tyler right in the nuts. He let go, groaning, as he grabbed his manhood. I sidestepped him then bolted for the door, sucking in air as I fled.
• The hallway was empty. His friends nowhere in sight. Whatever Tyler had been after, he didn’t want any witnesses. If he hadn’t already had his mind set on murdering me, he probably did now. I might have just signed my own death warrant.
• Fuck. Surviving for the next six days was going to be harder than I thought.