Chapter 7
Elowen's POV
I couldn't breathe. Drake's grip on my wrist burned like fire, his fingers digging into my skin as he dragged me out of the garden and into the needle-strewn forest at the edge of Thornwood Pack's territory. My feet stumbled over roots, and I nearly fell, pain shooting through my ankle. His stench—sulfur, sweat, and something rancid like leftover cum—hit me hard, making my stomach churn. I gagged, but he didn't stop.
"Fucking slut," he spat, his voice low and vicious as he yanked me deeper into the trees. "You think you can let some other bastard fuck you? I'm gonna shoot my load down your throat today, or I'll send a video of you kneeling and sucking my cock to the whole damn Pack!"
I tripped, crashing to my knees on the damp, rotting leaves. My skin tore, blood seeping from the scrapes. Sharp agony bit into me, but before I could scramble up, Drake grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head back. I gasped, tears stinging my eyes. Then I heard it—the harsh "zip" of his belt. My heart stopped. He yanked his pants down, and that thick, ugly cock sprang free, black veins bulging, matted hair around it crusted with some other woman's dried mess. The smell was suffocating, a sour, filthy wave that made me want to puke.
"On your knees, bitch," he growled, shoving me down harder. My knees dug into the wet mud, pain exploding as rocks bit into me. I sucked in a ragged breath, fighting the dizziness. He gripped his cock, the swollen head smearing across my clenched lips, leaving a slimy trail. "Open up, you whore! I fucked that slut next door last night, saved all the flavor for you."
I clamped my mouth shut, teeth grinding so hard my jaw ached. My hands clawed into the dirt, nails breaking as I braced myself. Inside my head, Juno's howl ripped through me, raw and feral. "Bite it off! Tear his fucking throat out!" she screamed. I wanted to. God, I wanted to. But my body trembled, frozen under his weight. Drake snarled, pissed, and slammed my head toward his crotch. His cock slapped against my cheek—once, twice, three times—each hit splattering that disgusting wetness across my face. Then he shoved his pants lower, baring those saggy, hairy balls, dragging them over my skin. The rancid heat made me gag again.
"Lick them clean, now!" he barked, voice thick with rage. "Or I'll play that vid of you getting fucked 'til your eyes roll back at Cindy's wedding for everyone to see!"
I jerked my head to the side, spitting out blood and saliva. My throat burned, but I forced the words out, rough and raw. "Go to hell, Drake."
His hand swung down, cracking across my face. My lip split, blood trickling down my chin, warm and coppery. "You fucking cunt! You're gonna—"
A deafening "CRACK!" cut him off.
Casper's boot slammed into Drake's crotch like a damn sledgehammer. Drake flew half a foot off the ground, a choked scream tearing from his throat as he crashed into a thorn bush. A dark stain spread across his pants—he'd pissed himself. I stared, chest heaving, as Casper hauled me up with one arm, pulling me behind him. His body was a wall, tense and radiating heat. His amber eyes glowed, pupils tight like pinpricks, as he glared at Drake. His voice dropped to a deadly hiss. "Cutie, close your eyes. Don't let this filth dirty your mouth."
He glanced at my bloodied lip, and I saw murder flash in his gaze. "I'm gonna show him what happens when he touches you."
Drake groaned, trying to crawl up, clutching his groin. "You bitch! You've already fucked this mutt, haven't you? I'll send that video of you slurping my dick to the whole Pack right now!" he wheezed, blood and spit dribbling from his mouth.
My body shook, terror gripping me. I screamed, voice cracking. "Casper, stop! Don't do this!"
Casper licked the blood off his knuckles, a dark chuckle rumbling from him. "What video?"
Drake's face twisted, still trying to talk shit. "Casper, fuck you! Just 'cause you're the Alpha's kid doesn't mean I—"
Casper didn't let him finish. His foot smashed into Drake's chest, flipping him onto his stomach in the dirt. Drake wheezed, unable to move. Casper grabbed the back of his pants and ripped them down—underwear and all—in one brutal tug. That pathetic, bruised cock hung limp, balls swollen like overripe fruit.
Casper let out a harsh laugh, then noticed me still trembling. His eyes softened for just a second. "You don't have to look away, cutie. See what you've been afraid of all this time?" He gestured dismissively. "He's nothing. Just a pathetic little man with delusions of power."
He barked another laugh, loud and mocking. "His balls are smaller than fucking marbles! Nothing but a sad excuse for a wolf."
He whipped out his phone, snapping pictures of Drake's exposed junk, flash popping over and over. "Love filming so much? I'll help you out. How's this for a title—'Reid's Tiny Dick Gets Blasted by Alpha Heir'?"
I couldn't look away, nausea and relief crashing through me. Casper stomped down hard on Drake's ass, grinding his boot into those swollen balls. Drake howled, a pathetic, broken sound, as a stream of moisture leaked down his legs, mixing with blood in the mud, turning it a sick pink. He sobbed, voice barely audible. "Please… let me go… I won't touch her again…"
My hands trembled, voice weak but steady. "Casper… just let him go. Make him leave."
Casper bent down, grabbing Drake by the neck and lifting him like a ragdoll. His gold eyes burned with ice-cold rage. "Listen good, Reid. Come near her again, and I'll cut that rotten cock off and shove it down your own fucking throat." He threw Drake into the bushes with one last kick. Drake scrambled away, pants still down, humiliation and shame trailing behind him as he stumbled off. The air stank of his defeat.
Casper turned to me, his face softening in an instant. His voice dropped, warm and aching. "Cutie, come here."
I stepped back, tears mixing with the blood on my face. My chest hurt, but I forced the words out, shaky yet solid. "I'm not anyone's prize. Thanks for that. But next time, I'm ripping his throat out myself."