After One Night with the Alpha (Brad and Elle) novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Marissa’s POV

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My boots skidded on the slick concrete floor as I stumbled out of the boxing room, the heavy steel door

slamming shut behind me.

My wrists stung, raw and bloody from snapping the werewolf cuffs in a desperate, adrenaline-fueled partial

shift.

My pussy throbbed, a raw ache pulsing with every step, a sick reminder of Mark’s cock and the brutal way

he’d fucked me while I was bound and gagged.

What a fucking idiot.

I’d been ready for him to fuck me right there.

Then the gag. It stretched my jaw, silenced my voice.

Then Mark walked in.

I squeezed my eyes shut against the memory, but it hit me like a punch to the gut.

Mark’s eyes had raked over me, his pupils blown wide as he took in my bound form sprawled across the

couch.

My dress had ridden up, exposing my thighs, my pussy barely covered by my soaked panties. His scent- raw, musky, like the fighters who bled in this ring-flooded the space, and I felt a fresh wave of heat despite the panic clawing at my chest. Brad had clapped him on the shoulder, his voice cold as the concrete

floor. “She’s all yours.”

I’d screamed against the gag, my muffled cries lost in the hum of the overhead fluorescents.

Mark had ripped my dress further, my tits spilling out, my nipples hardening in the chilly air of the underground room. His hands were rough, groping my breasts, pinching my nipples until I whimpered.

When he’d torn my panties off, the cold air hit my wet pussy, and I hated how my body responded,

clenching with need even as my mind screamed for escape.

Mark’s cock was thick, brutal, filling me in one hard thrust that made me gasp around the gag. The couch groaned under us, the sound mixing with the wet slap of his hips against mine, my tits bouncing with

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The mirrors reflected it all-my bound wrists, my flushed face, my pussy taking him over and over. I’d

hated it. I’d wanted it. My body betrayed me, my pussy lenching around his cock as an orgasm tore

through me, tears streaming down my face as I came, homiliated and helpless.

When he’d finished, his cum hot inside me, Mark leaned back, his breath heavy, his eyes still glinting with

predatory satisfaction. He reached down, unlocking the cuffs with a key, the metal falling away from my

wrists. The gag came off next, leaving my jaw aching.

I’d scrambled off the couch, my legs shaking.

Now, my pussy sore, my tits bruised from Mark’s rough hands, I fumbled with a hooded dress I’d grabbed

from a duffel bag stashed near the exit-one of my own left when I came in.

I pulled it on, the heavy fabric swallowing my body, hiding the purple bruises blooming across my skin and the sticky evidence of Mark’s cum still clinging to my thighs.

I couldn’t let anyone see the marks, couldn’t let anyone catch the traces of what had just happened in that

fucking fight club. My hands shook as I tugged the hood low over my face, shielding my tear-streaked

cheeks and swollen lips.

I got on the street, ready to go home.

That’s when I saw them. Elle. A man, possibly her ex-boyfriend. A woman appeared to be the man’s new

girlfriend.

“Elle, you know why I used to like you so much? It’s because even when you were struggling as a human,

you were always so good at making shit up!”

This pathetic human must have history with Elle.

I ducked behind a parked van just as Brad’s sleek black ar pulled up to the curb. My heart hammered as I watched him emerge, all Alpha confidence and devastating good looks, and wrap his arm around that fucking human bitch like she belonged to him.

Elle. Even from a distance, I could see the way she melted into his embrace, the way her body responded to his touch. It made me sick.

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Then I heard Brad’s voice.

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I watched the entire fucking spectacle unfold. Brad’s possessive display, the kiss that made every woman on the street go weak in the knees, the casual way he demolished the guy’s car like it was nothing. The sheer power he wielded, the effortless dominance…

That should have been me beside him.

When Brad’s car finally disappeared down the street, I stayed hidden, watching the aftermath. The human – Jason, I’d heard Elle call him – stood next to the wreckage of what had probably been his pride and joy, looking like he’d been hit by a truck.

His girlfriend was screaming at him, her voice shrill and furious.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Jason? You just let him do that? You just stood there like a coward while that

psycho destroyed your car?”

“Candy, you don’t understand-”

“I understand plenty! You’re pathetic! I’m not staying around to watch you get humiliated by your ex- girlfriend’s new boyfriend!” She stormed off, her heels clicking angrily on the pavement.

Perfect.

I waited until she’d disappeared around the corner, then stepped out of the shadows. Jason was still staring at his ruined car, his face a mixture of rage and terror.

“Rough day?” I asked, my voice honey-sweet.

He spun around, his eyes widening as he took in my appearance. Even disheveled, I was still a werewolf, still carried that otherworldly beauty that made humans nervous.

“I… who are you?”

I smiled, letting a hint of fang show. “A friend. I couldn help but notice what just happened. That was Elle

West, wasn’t it? Your ex-girlfriend?”

His face darkened. “Yeah. That’s her.”

“And that was Alpha Brad Rayne who just had your car destroyed and humiliated you in front of half the

city.”

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Jason’s jaw clenched. “What’s it to you?”

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I stepped closer, letting my scent wash over him not enough to overwhelm, just enough to make him pliable. “Let’s just say Elle and I have… history. Bad history.”

His eyes sharpened with interest. “You know her?”

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“Oh, I know her very well. And I know exactly how she operates. Sweet little innocent act, playing the

victim while she manipulates powerful men into destroying anyone who gets in her way.” I gestured toward

his car. “Sound familiar?”

Jason’s hands clenched into fists. “That bitch cost me everything. I had a good thing going, and she just…

she ruined it all.”

“And now she’s living like a queen while you’re left picking up the pieces.” I let my voice turn sympathetic,

understanding. “It’s not fair, is it? She gets the Alpha, the power, the protection… and you get your life

destroyed for daring to move on.”

“What are you getting at?”

I smiled, and this time I didn’t hide the predatory edge. I’m getting at the fact that Elle West has made a

lot of enemies. And maybe it’s time she learned that actions have consequences.”

I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. “She took everything from both of us. Don’t you think

it’s time we returned the favor?”

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