Chapter 0160

I can’t call for help, or even beg her to stop, I am weak. I would beg for her to stop if I could. I can’t

feel my wolf because of the silver and whatever else has me disoriented. I just keep shouting in my

head hoping someone can hear my stifled cry for help.

I don’t focus on one person, I shout out to the whole pack, praying someone can hear me. Maybe

Oliver and the twins can feel my agony, anything to stop this.

But, maybe they can’t since there is wolfsbane blocking my connection. Maybe my wolf is the only

connection I have to them. Maybe she’s the reason we connect with them. It’s not because of me. I

am still just the unwanted spare. I can hear muffled conversation around me, but I can’t make

anything out through the blinding pain.

My head is whipped back and someone has a firm grip on my hair. My body makes an involuntary

noise of agony. I still can’t see anyone, but I can feel several of the tiny baby hairs pulling from my

scalp, making my eyes water.

Then the unmistakable sound of scissors cutting slowly, deliberately slowly. Snip, snip, snip, snip,

before my head falls forward unexpectedly lighter, and freshly cut short, loose strands fall into my

eyes and poke at my face. She cut off my hair. What is wrong with her? I’m already beaten to the

point of not being recognizable.

“There, now even when you heal, you will look terrible and none of the guys will want to look at you

or to be seen with you. Make sure she’s out until after the ball is over, preferably for a day or two.

That should give me plenty of time with the Alphas. And if I see you anywhere near them after this,

Skank, I will make sure you don’t survive the next round. There are plenty of wolves willing to help

me get rid of worthless trash like you.”

The unmistakable sound of heels clicking on the tile floor of the locker room retreated behind me.

Punches and kicks rain all over my body again. A few more to my face tell me this is probably why I

can’t see, my eyes are swollen and almost shut.

I just keep chanting ‘please help me” in my head over and over again as my cries of pain go

ignored. I can’t move my arms or legs. Maybe I'm bound, maybe they're broken, who knows.

I knew that there was a target on my back when the guys said they were taking Sierra and I to this

stupid ball and hanging out with us, but I didn’t think this was going to be the result. I hope Sierra

isn’t locked somewhere going through the same torture.

I can feel the warm stream of tears running down my deformed face. I can’t believe this is how I am

going to leave this world, there’s no way I will make it to a next time. Drugged and beaten in the

locker room of my favorite place.

The arena, my true home. The place that allowed me to feel normal and a part of this pack, with a

purpose.

This is where I am going to take my last breath. I guess it could be worse. I am home. I just wish I

would have been able to fight for my life, not trussed up like a pig for sl*ughter.

The light is starting to fade and it has gotten more quiet, but maybe I just can’t hear anymore. I’m

making out less and less colors in front of me. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to the kids, that

would have been nice. And Brandon really wanted to show off with Cam.

I bet it would have been really cute watching him go up against the future Alpha again, so serious

and determined he could win. And Cam would have played along, even just for a bit. Dakota would

have been standing by to give Brandon pointers on how to beat his brother.

I can picture the sparkle in his eye. Sam would have been talking smack to Cam about having to go

up against a kid to look good and Mateo and Oliver would be standing watch to make sure nothing

went wrong. Always the protectors.