CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE - ROSALIE
CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE - ROSALIE
I can hear noises. Water dripping from somewhere. People walking about on the floors above. Wood creaking. I’m hanging by arms. Suspended from something in the ceiling. They put something over my head so I can’t see.
I keep calling out for Aeron. Calling out for Cain too but neither of them respond. Perhaps I’m too far away, but it feels like they’ve done something to block the connection.
I whimper. My hands feel so numb it hurts. My toes only just touch the floor. There’s no need to hold me like this, and yet it tells me everything I need to know about what’s going to happen.
A door opens. It creaks so loudly. My hair stands on end and I hold my breath as if keeping silent might make me invisible. Might make me disappear.
Someone steps up to me, barely inches from where I am, I feel their presence. I can hear their breathing too. It’s low, steady, deep. Another set of footsteps tells me we’re not alone. That there’s now three of us.
Whatever is covering my head is yanked off and I blink rapidly as the bright lights hit me. But as I adjust, I see his face staring down at me. His dark eyes. His thick angry brows. A shiver runs through me as I register what I already knew.
That Knox has me.
A whimper escapes my lips. It sounds pathetic. Weak. Knox smirks as he hears it.
“Not so mouthy now, are you?” He says, gripping my face.
“Let me go.” I snap.
“Why would I do that?” He says tilting his head, running his eyes down the length of my body. “When I’ve worked so hard to get you.”
“Aeron and Cain will kill you for this.” I spit.
He lets out a laugh. “Your mates won’t be able to do a thing.”
I snarl, kicking out and his hand comes down squeezing my leg painfully and stopping me from kneeing him in the balls.
“Keep fighting me, Rosalie, it’ll make it all the more fun when I fuck you.”
I spit at him. Spit right in his face. But he just smiles, wiping it off with his palm and then to my horror he licks it. “If your cunt tastes anything like that, I won’t be complaining.”
“Keep away from me.” I cry.
He laughs again. Louder this time. “No, Rosalie. You and I are going to have a lot of fun. I’m going to breed you so many times we’ll have a Pack full of Lycans.”
I shake my head, fighting back the tears because I don’t want to cry right now, I don’t want to be weak. I know Aeron and Cain will come. I know they won’t leave me here. I just have to hang on.
“Alpha.” The girl who has all this while been hiding in the shadows murmurs.
Knox narrows his eyes as if he’s annoyed by the disturbance. “Get on with it.” He says nodding his head in my direction.
My eyes are wild as I look at her. She steps up, almost as if she’s afraid. I don’t know who she is. I don’t recognise her. Not that I expected too. It’s not like Silas ever gave me a tour when I was part of this Pack.
She inclines her head slightly, almost as if she’s apologising and then she places her hands on my belly and I realise with horror what she’s doing.
“No.” I cry jerking against the ties.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” She says. “I’m just checking.”
“Checking for what?” I gasp.
She looks up at me and I see it. I see it even before she speaks the words. “She’s not with pup.”
My heart lurches. I don’t know how to react. To be relieved that at least he can’t harm my unborn pups but at the same time we all know what that means.
Knox grins. “Still empty.” He says grabbing my face painfully. “Your mates really are pathetic. Did they even know which hole to stick it in?”
I kick out, snarling again. “Fuck you.”
He laughs. “Oh, you will be.” He says his head turning to look at the girl who quickly scarpers from the room.
“Don’t you dare.” I say as his hands start reaching around me, start groping me.
“You’re mine now, Rosalie. My mate. Do you understand that?” He says as he pulls my trousers off.
I whimper, shutting my eyes. I know what he’s going to do but I can’t fight him. He’s made sure of that.
“I’m going to enjoy this.” He says, as his belt unhooks. “I’m going to enjoy claiming you, claiming this body, watching you swell over and over with my pups while those so-called mates of yours are helpless to do anything.”
I screw my face up, shouting out, swearing every insult I can think but it doesn’t do anything. It doesn’t stop him. And as he pushes himself inside me, my words die and all I can do is hang my head as my tears stream down my face.