“I swear, I’m trying my best!” I yell at Jude after he threatened that he would strip me naked and beat the hell out of me.
“No spirit is responding!” I yell again, and I feel breeze rushing into my veins and body system more than ever. My zips are being loosened. I freeze up and stare at Jude. He is not on any clothes and again, none of his members who were here few minutes ago are here any longer. He hits his manhood with his hands and sends suggestive looks at me as he goes and climbs on his bed.
“Quick. Spirit will invoke through this.” He hits his manhood again and it hardens and increases in size and agility. I move near him with my knees and as I try to climb the bed, the door creaks open. We both stare at that direction but he doesn’t give a fuck, he takes his hands through my legs down to my chest and my clothes follow suit. Now with my undies, he lets me onto him and he drags down the last cloth.
“You promised…” My voice quivers. “… to not take me as your mate.”
“Yes, sure.” He replies.
“Then, why are you doing this?” I ask, and try to put on my clothes but he pats my hands and places them on his chest instead.
“Please.” I stifle pleads. “Please.”
Without saying anything, he switches our position, letting me lie flatly on the bed while he comes on top of me. He lets my legs go up a bit in the air and then he draws nearer. I try to scream. I try to yell. But nothing is working. Trying the first drive, the door opens with a very loud thud.
Dylan, the first and Brave Beta of the moon team pack, and Greg, his assistant, enter with marching and receding thuds.
“Who the hell is this…?” Dylan asks.
“I don’t know.” My lips shake and let out moans as Jude squeezes what a man will squeeze. Okay that way. Dylan draws near us and brings out a note and as he does, Jude disappears. They both turn their back at me.
“Wear that top.” Dylan says.
“Wear that skirt. Wear the gown. Wear the pinafor!” Greg adds.
I put on all my dress immediately and i click my tongue.
“Who are you?” I pretend not to know them.
“You had better not pretend. We came for you. Let us escape.” Dylan whispers but enough for people in the room to clearly hear.
“I honestly don’t know you.” I lie.
“Do you want us to do what that fake Alpha tried to do?” He asks me and I shake my head. Fake Alpha. Indeed. It’s Fake Jude.
“Oh no. Okay, you are Dylan and he is Greg. Where have you been?!” I stretch my arms for hugs and they receive it warmly.
“Where did you go to?!” I bark at them, too shocked to believe.
“Don’t yell. It can’t help. See, this world, this pack, all packs…” He stutters, shivering, and pointing at the edges of the room.
“All packs are now controlled by witches and wizards. We can’t win this pack if we don’t get immersed in this realm.” Dylan explains.
“First, we need to find everyone. Then, we will strategize.” Greg clips.