The Lunas Second Chance Mate
(Book 2) Chapter 22

Alyson

"Stop," I whimper, pleading, the utter feeling of unfamiliar hands on my body and face making my heart hurt. I need my mate, something so salaciously dangerous about the feeling of a rouge toying with my body. "Stop it, dammit-" A harsh slap rings out against my cheek, the sound deafening and the pain stinging. "Shut up, Luna slut. You need to learn some damn manners when talking to authority."

"Keep your filthy f*****g paws off of her!" Olivera shouts, the noise making my heart jump, my eyes opening to a dark, damp cell in some form of barracks, the air murky and heavy with the iron stench of blood. "You hit her again and I'll rip your throat out, rogue, you hear me?"

"You say rogue like you're any different," the wolf before me snickers, pacing behind me, his hand trailing across my back, my skin bare and naked to his sharp eyes.

When I look up, I see Olivera, in the same strangling spot as me in a cell across from my own. There's no rogue in his cell, though, only in mine, toying with my exterior as my wrists hang above my head in metal, rusting cuffs, keeping me standing upright. I want to fall, I want to cry, but I power through in order to keep sane.

I cringe when I feel lips graze the back of my neck, a tongue swiping my shoulder and running up toward the back of my ear. I look to Olivera in horror, seeing his eyes shade over into a dark black shade. He growls and the rogue laughs.

If I just stay still and don't fight him, maybe he will stop. I have noticed the more I struggle, the more his hands wiggle their way around my hips, threating to replace a part of my body I would never allow him to play with or Ryan will murder every wolf in his way to get me back.

I only look to Olivera, desperate for help.

"Look at me, Luna," the rogue hums, prancing in front of me, his lips trailing down toward my breast, his hands cupping my nipples and the cold air forcing them erect. I shudder, watching his eyes drink in the sight of my body, daring to explore me further. When I meet his sadistic eyes, he smiles. "I want you to watch as I defile you."

I threaten to cry. "Please, just tell me what you want and-and don't do this, please-"

The rogue hums a laugh. "My boss wants your mate; me, I want your body."

His hand cups my a*s, pulling my waist to press against his pelvis, the feeling of his erection through his jeans making my head pound in a migraine. I hold my breath, preparing for something horrid to happen, and getting myself ready to just escape into my mind so I don't feel this treasonous act happen.

Olivera isn't willing to let it happen though, his chains ripping out from the ceiling the moment the rogue pressing a hand into my bare inner thigh. I gasp a breath, Olivera breaking loose and shoving through his cell door, knocking the bars down before stomping into my cell, the rogue sitting wide-eyed and trembling at the size of the rogue Alpha.

Olivera reaches for me, ignoring the rogue who scurries out of the cell and locks us both inside of it. He frees my wrists from the chains, letting me fall to the ground as he kneels, brushing my hair back while I pant in fear and relief. He gives me a firm, assuring look. "I'd never let anyone do that to you," he hums under his heavy breath.

"Thank you," I say, sobbing as I cling to his chest.

I look to the cell door, seeing how he easily busted out of his and wondering if he will be able to do the same to ours. Instead a set of rogues post up at the door, holding something long and silver in their palm.

I edge back into Olivera's arms more. "What is that?" I ask..

Olivera shakes his head. "Looks like some kind of syringe. Don't worry, sweetheart, it won't stop me."

He stands, as though ready to break through the cell doors. Instead the rogue reaches through the bars and presses the needle into Olivera's skin. The minute it hits his blood he falls on the floor while he coughs a noise like he can no longer breathe fully. I rush to his side, his eyes turning black, his hands grabbing my wrists so tight that my skin blisters.

The rogues laugh at the Alpha writing on the ground next to me, something straining in his system as he gasps aloud in pain. I pull myself to his chest, laying on the floor with him, his skin turning cold and pale in the process of his struggling grunts and barks. He's in turmoil, that much is obvious, but I don't know how to help and that hurts.

"Please, Olivera, stay with me," I beg selfishly.

The rouges all stroll away snickering, the one from before waltzing back toward the cell with a playful smirk sprawled across his lips. He eyes Olivera, useless but awake, and I can't help but notice how it only entices the rogue more. Everything hurts, including the sight of the rogue breaking back into my cell and pushing me away from Olivera's protective hold.

I back into the corner, the rouge working at his denim pants. Swallowing the scream I want to let out, I watch the rouge stroke his member in front of me, drooling insatiably at the bare sight of my body and way he wants to defile it.

My heart rattles off in my chest.

"Please, don't do this," I plead, begging once more like it could help.

I watch Olivera struggle on the ground, looking at me like he wants to help but is unable to get up and come to my side. I cry helplessly, actually wishing I could be in Olivera's protective grasp.

"Don't touch her," the rogue Alpha snarls. "I'll rip your f*****g throat out!"

The rogue only laughs, still stroking himself wildly while staring me down. He reaches for me, grabbing me by my hair and yanking me against his legs, dangerous close to his prodding erection. "What's wrong, Olivera? You want this slut Luna instead?' "SHE IS MINE!" Olivera roars.

I shudder, my wolf so deep in my heart and yet, she snarls as the rogue taunts me and Olivera, petting my head seductively while he pulls his erection toward my face, as though to force it into my throat.

"She's about to be mine, Alpha," he chuckles. "And I want you to watch it happen, just because it's obvious how much you care for this little slut."

Seeing as this situation turns sour, I come up with the only solution left. I ball my fist tight, reaching back behind my hip before slamming it upright into his s*x. He howls a noise, dropping his grip on my hair, and I crawl back slightly as the rogue snarls and cries. "You bitch!"

Olivera flies across the cell suddenly, somehow pushing through the pain and swinging a fist square into the rogue's face. They both stumble back, Olivera falling beside me, panting, while the rogue hits the ground, blood pooling out of his busted lip, his eyes rolled back like he was hit so hard his bones fractured.

Olivera snarls protectively and something about that noise makes my heart skip.