The Mystical Attraction of Alpha
Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Chapter 36 – Night Out

Ella

“Cora, this is exactly what I needed!” I exclaim, raising my voice over the pounding music. “When wasthe last time we went out just for the fun of it?”

“I can’t even remember!” She shouts back, beaming as multi-colored strobe lights flash over her lovelyfeatures. “When was the last time you weren’t working or stuck taking care of that pr ick, Mike!?”

I don’t need to know the exact date to know it’s been ages – we haven’t had the freedom or money togo out in years, not that it had been much of an option beforehand. Cora always offered to pay my wayof course, but I never felt comfortable accepting money from her, not to mention Mike would haveaccused me of trying to meet another man. Looking at my sister now, dancing without a care to thethumping bass, I’m transported back to the first night we ever snuck into a club.

We were fifteen years old, and it was our second summer living in the streets rather than suffering atthe orphanage. We couldn’t survive the elements in the fall and winter, so we always ended up goingback – but these summers were quickly becoming our escape from all the troubles of the brokensystem, and this night was our first foray into the world of grown up night life.

We befriended the bartender, convincing him we were much older than our true age and bribing himwith the little money we could spare from our jobs at a local daycare center. He let us in withoutcomplaint, even offering us our first drink for free. It was the first taste of alcohol we’d ever consumed,and the only amount we’d consume that night. We were determined to save our money so we couldafford an apartment together one day – even if that meant sleeping in cardboard boxes in the park, orcrashing on the floor of the daycare center in the meantime.

“This is amazing!” I cried, dancing without any inhibitions, raising my arms over my head as I swayed tothe hypnotic beat.

“I never knew it could be so fun!” Cora replied happily. “Why isn’t dancing around in the dark at homethis great?”

“Because we’re not allowed to have music,” I laugh, “or do anything even remotely resembling fun!”

“We should come back some time!” She suggests, obviously trying to figure out when we might be ableto spend money again.

We both know it should be a special occasion, so I throw out, “The last night of summer! Before we goback to the orphanage!”

The memory shifts before I can stop it, sweeping me off to the night we’d agreed on during that firstouting, to the last night of summer. The evening had started out precisely the same way, with uschanging in the children’s restroom at work, trying our best to look grown up, and bribing our way inthrough the back door. It soon dissolved into a hazy fog of revelry, where Cora and I spiraled into thedizzying lights and deafening music.

It was all wonderful until an aggressive man twice my age took me by the hand and began grinding hisbody against mine, gripping me so tightly I couldn’t escape his hold no matter how hard I struggled. Hepulled me away from Cora from the start, but I didn’t truly panic until he began dragging me towards thebathroom. The music was so loud that no one could hear me crying out for help. I wriggled and foughtwith all my might, but it wasn’t until Cora flagged down one of the bouncers to come and pry thehorrible man off me that I finally escaped.

It had been a close call, but one which was bound to raise other ghosts from the depths of my past –specters I have no intention of resurrecting now. I reach for Cora, determined not to continue down thepath into my shattered memories, “I need some air!” I shout.

She’s been dancing with a handsome man who hit on her at the bar, looking as though she’s havingthe time of her life. Still, she takes one look at my face, and her own crumples with concern. “I’ll comewith you!”

“No,” I wave her off, “You stay and have fun, I’ll be back soon!”

I stalk out into the snow, not bothering to retrieve my coat from the coat check. The bracing cold is anutter relief after the writhing heat of the dance floor, and though I chafe my arms against the chill, Iwelcome the brisk air filling my lungs.

I hate it when this happens, when I’ve been doing so well staying in the present – and then my wakingnightmares rise up at the most inopportune moments. I drag a hand through my hair, trying to clear mymind, to get myself back to that happy haze of a little while ago. I haven’t wished for a drink since I wasinseminated, but I wish I could have one now – just to help me escape, if only for a moment.

As I stand in the cold, contemplating how long is too long to spend out here and distractedly wonderingwhy I never seem to feel the elements the way others do – the sound of clinking glass shatters thesilence. I whip around, startling at the sudden sound. I’m out behind the club, where there shouldn’t beanyone else present except perhaps a raccoon raiding the dumpster.

Yet as I watch, four shadowy figures emerge from the darkness. I know they’re shifters the moment Ilay eyes on them – though I”m not sure how. Each one of the rough, ragged looking men is twice mysize, and I immediately turn for the door to the club. I yank on the handle, once twice, then over andover again when it doesn’t open. It must be locked!

Annoyance wells up inside me – despite the morbid turn of my thoughts, this night had been the break Ineeded from my new, surreal reality. Since we came out I haven’t thought about wolves, shifters,Sinclair or the campaign even once. I finally felt like I was clearing my mind of all the chaos, but nowthat’s all gone to hell. I can’t very well ignore this.

“What do you want?” I demand, trying to sound braver than I feel. “If it’s money, I’ll give it to you, butyou should know Alpha Dominic is my mate.”

The man nearest me laughs, a cruel, humorless sound. “You think we don’t know that?” He scoffs.

“That’s why we’re here.” The second shifter states, as if this should be obvious.”

“Then you also know I’m pregnant.” I add, praying that this might provoke some semblance of mercyfrom them. They simply laugh again, and I add, “if you lay a hand on me, he’ll kill you.” I threaten,sensing in my heart that this is true, even though he’s never told me any such thing.

“That assumes he can replace us.” The first man, clearly their leader, proclaims.

“And trust me, he won’t.” His side-kick contributes.

“Who sent you?” I scramble for any lifeline to help myself, to delay them long enough for me to replace away to escape. I’m scanning the alley behind them, but they’re blocking every possible exit. “What arethey paying you? I’ll double the fee whatever it is.”

The man scoffs, “We’re not here for money, you dumb bi tch.”

“Then what?” I demand, “a cause?”

The first shifter lashes out so quickly and suddenly I don’t even see him moving. He backhands meacross the face, his knuckles exploding against my cheekbone with a violent cra ck. I tumble to theground, even as he looms above me. “Shut the f u ck up.”

The coppery ta ng of blood fills my mouth, and I spit the viscous, crimson liquid into the snow. Theworld is spinning around me. When I look up at my attackers, they seem to multiply, looking like eightmen instead of four. I’m sure they expect me to whimper and plead with him, but if this is going to be

the end of me, I refuse to play into his hands. I would gladly plead for the life of my baby, if I thought itmight help, but I know better than to think these men will do anything other than use that pain and fearagainst me. They’re the type that will play on any weakness you expose just to humiliate you.

I glare up at the leader, meeting his expectant smirk with a snark. “You’re not the first man who’s struckme.” I inform him icily, “and if you want to break me you’re going to have to do better than that.” Icontinue, taking only the mildest pleasure in their surprise. “You should be ashamed, I’ve known littleboys with a stronger swing.” It’s a bold face lie, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction.

“Is that so?” He kneels down, taking my chin in his hand. “I see why the Alpha likes her.” He leers,“Shall we see what other charms she’s hiding?”