In the Alpha’s Arms

Imprisoned

When Lita finally ope

her eyes, they were stiff and grainy, her vi

vision clouded and spotty.

Ney? She called out to her wolf. Something had been wrong with her woll, Lita could remember that much, even before something smashed into her and left her brain scrambled. But Lita’s wolf was dangerously quiet. She couldn’t even see her pacing behind her mental fence. That wasnt good.

What the hell was going on? Where the hell was she? Passed out behind the bar? Lita tried to sit up but she could barely move her neck. Pain linced back into her consciousness with viciousness, speckling her vision red. She groaned, noting the sandpaper feel of her tongue, the thickening of her threat. She tried her shoulders, and they sluggishly responded, sending fire to the back of her head. Who hit her in the head with a sledgehammer? Ar least that’s what it felt like, heavy throbbing, and something broken. She could feel the crust of dried blood on the back of her neck.

Lita tried to lift her hands and touch the damage, but her body resisted, shaking violently. Nausea washed over her and the only managed to roll to her side before vomiting. Her face on the rough stone Boor had her eyes trying to focus. Where the hell was she? The alleyway? No, there wasn’t nearly enough light to be the alleyway, even if it was still nighttime. There had been a large overhead Ing light where she threw up, she remembered. Stace and faz would never have left her there anyway. They’d have taken her home, especially once Cole got there. Slowly her mind was coming back to her. Her vision swirled but began to clear too.

“Greg said she’s a nice piece of ass… Heard she’d pretty banged up. You know I like the ones that don’t fight,” Lita heard a man’s voice she didn’t know, somewhere behind her and another voice she didn’t recognize was answering him, “The bass would kill you, don’t even think about it. Let’s just do what the hell we’re here to do and go. Did you ever send the doc in here to treat her bead?”

“The fuck would the point of that be? I’d rather see how long she can go before she screams. So far she made it through the night, the violent one said. She shivered. Lita didn’t want that one anywhere near her.

“For fuck’s sake, ignoring the boss’s orders are the fastest way to get your head permanently separated from your shoulders man. Its your fucking funeral.

“Boss doesn’t give a flying fuck about bitches, the violent one spat, “His loss. All this ass around here and he never gets his dick wet, Why the hell would he care if she’s a little banged up?”

pull herself together enough to get into a defensive position. Two men she didn’t know were coming for her. She needed to fight. She needed to scream. She needed to do something.

in the middle of the night while her phone was on silent. Stalking her old school. Cole said he’d dropped out after Lita did and when she finally changed her number, she’d always wondered what that would mean for Brian. Had he gone on to stalk whoever had her old number now? Had he given up finally? Had he lost his mind? Was he lurking silently behind the bushes everywhere she went? She often held that fear close to her chest, not even letting Cole know how truly terrified it made her sometimes. Even with Nyx and her training every day, she would sometimes still get caught up in those old memories. Fear was a hard

finally found her? Finally gotten her back like he always said he would.

the door behind her was pushed open. She tried and failed to raise her head, vomit still clinging to the side of her

man stepped closer to her, edging her back with his heavy boots. She felt him nudge her twice

‘Greg said a nice piece of ass huh? Looks like somebody lied. He looked her over with hard eyes and

sparking and fixing as they passed the numerous metal doors. Cells, they were all cells and Lita could bear the distant scratching noises mixing with whimpers and screams as they continued to drag her. Each door had a number and a thin strip of metal that opened for food

until they reached a set of double swinging doors where they promptly threw her inside and told her to wash. Her Iners scuffed the ground, twisting the ankle that still wore a shoe in the process. Her hands smacked the ground to break her Lall as she heard the sound of bonts tording further away from her. Head throbbing, ears ringing, Lita managed to look back and see they’d disappeared back behind the swinging dours, no longer in any position to see her. She returned her attention to the room, no higger than a gul’s locker room and full of shower head. Without

mind for any signs of Nyx but frustratingly found nothing. She stumbled over to a shower chair that held some folded clothes and a pair of thin slippers. She didn’t trust it, but

way out.

pull back though, letting the blinding pain sting through her until it was only a hard ache. Scrubbing her face until it was clear of vomit and dried sweat, Lit felt a little more like a person again, even if she had no idea whose prisoner she was. She used her old dress to towel her face, noticing no one had the decency to leave her an actual towel and sat

about her came storming in suddenly a minute later, while he thought she was still showering. He was triumphantly holding the towel she’d no doubt be searching for. The grin on his disgusting face slipped as he realized she was already dressed and waiting for him. He growled, yelling for the other man as they promptly took

you doing this?” Lita asked, her voice still sounding like rocks, “Who are

sneer, then leaned to her car to

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exactly what I am…..“

violent one was named Chris, she made a mental note to stay as far the fuck away from him as