Alpha Maximus The Last Lycan novel Chapter 34

"No! Please, let me go! I don't want to go back to Alpha Tate! Please, he will hurt me," I beg.

"What Alpha Tate does with you is not our business!" he snaps.

"Now it's a long drive to Dawnbury, so I suggest you sit tight and stop talking!" he warns.

"Is that where Alpha Tate is?" I ask, sobbing.

"Yes," he replies.

"Who is Alpha Tate? Why would he hurt you?! What the hell is going on?" Sally asks.

I turn my head and look at her, "He was my Alpha and first mate, but he kept me as a slave and rejected me," I tell her.

"You were kept as a slave? Sally asks in horror. I nod. "What's an Alpha? And when you say mate, are you saying he is like your ex-boyfriend or something?" she asks.

"Will you all shut up back there!" the driver yells.

Sally is full of confusion but too scared to ask more questions or make a sound. It's now nightfall. Sally and I fall asleep against each other.

We are abruptly woken when the van door flies open. A torchlight shines over my face, making me squint.

"Slave, how I've missed you!" Alpha Tate says in a sadistic tone.

"You look so different, so beautiful, all scrubbed up, all nice and fancy!" he says, licking his lips.

"If you even think about laying a finger on her, I will cut your frigging balls off!" Sally yells.

"Well, well, I've always wanted a pet human," Tate chuckles.

"Why does everyone keep referring to me as a human? she yells.

Alpha Tate smirks, "You're going to be in for a big surprise," Alpha Tate laughs.

He leans into the van and grabs my arm, dragging me out. "Are you going to kill me?" I ask him.

"Well, that depends on you, Slave," he says, stroking my face.

I try to dodge my head away from his hand in disgust.

"My name is Hope! It's not Slave!" I yell at him.

"hmm, It does suit you," he grins, pulling my arm towards the pack house.

The other man grabs Sally, but she puts up a good fight kicking them before a second man approaches to help drag her behind us. I admire the courage and fight Sally has within her. We're taken to a room together, Alpha Tate pushes me into a lounge seat, and Sally is pushed beside me. The men leave, but one stands guard outside the room. Our hands are still bound behind our backs.

Alpha Tate sits in a chair opposite us and plonks his feet up onto the coffee table. He grabs an apple from a plate and starts slicing pieces off with a dirty knife.