Sara’s POV
“If you dare to touch me, I’ll scream,” I threaten, looking around for something to use as a weapon. But there’s nothing besides dusty floor all around.
“Yeah?” Eddie asks, backtracking towards the door and engaging the lock. “And who is gonna come to your help? If they can hear you, that is.”
I grit my teeth and move towards the edge of the roof. But we are four floors up, and when I look over the edge, I see there’s no lower roof I could jump ontoif I dared.
Unless I can get to the door and unlock it before he catches me, I’m stuck here.
“You know,” he is saying, walking towards me, “you should be grateful that a werewolf like me is interested in you.”
“A werewolf like you?” I scoff, my mouth getting ahead of my sense of self-preservation. “What’s so special about someone like you?”
His eyes narrow, and I can tell I’ve hit a nerve. I’m not sure that’s such a good thing. On one hand, it might make him lose his calm and give me a better chance of outsmarting him and escaping. But on the other, it will definitely make him more determined to make me pay.
“Are you suggesting that I am in any way like you?” he questions, getting closer now.
“God, no,” I say, as if that’s the most incredulous thing I’ve ever heard. “I’d never stoop so low.”
He growls, his lips pulling back from his teeth, and then he leaps towards me. I jump aside before he makes contact and rush for the door. He crashes into the low wall surrounding the roof and curses viciously, and then he is rushing after me.
I get to the door and wrap my fingers around the lock, but just when I’ve pulled it free, he gets to me and hooks his arms around my middle. He lifts me like I weigh nothing and pulls me from the door. Then, with a swing, he sends me flying and seconds later, crashing onto the hard floor. I groan as pain shoots through my body.
“You little bitch,” he spits, “I’m going to teach you to never mess with me again.”
I support myself on my palms and attempt to crawl back, ignoring the pain scattered around my body.
“What should I do?” I ask Edna in panic, praying she has a better idea.
“I…I don’t know…why isn’t any of them coming to help?”
“Looks like it’s just you and me,” I reply. Just like it’s always been. I think the sooner I get used to that, the better.
Eddie is now standing at my feet, glaring down at me. As I look up at him and him down at me, he reaches for his belt again and removes it.
I try to drag myself farther from him, but he bends low and grips my leg in his hand. When I try to kick him with the other one, he grabs it too. Next, he straddles my lower body and releases my legs.
I instinctively attack him with my hands, but he does the same thing as with my legs. Only this time, he binds them with his belt. I manage to bite his wrist, and it earns me a hard slap to my face.
Tears burn the back of my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I can’t let him win. I’m so sick of this. I’m so sick of people doing whatever they want to me, and me not being able to defend myself.
Sure, I’m nothing but a weak Omega, but does that mean I’ll forever be at the mercy of others? Does that mean I have to accept that as my fate?
Can I afford to always rely on someone else to protect me? At first, I was protected from the worst by my relation to the Alpha family. And now, here I am, expecting my three mates who don’t even want me to come to my rescue.
I know I have it in me to fight back and protect myself. Like I did with Victor before I was thrown into prison. I still have no idea where that strength came from, but I know one thingit’s in me. I’m capable of fighting off the Alpha King himselfI just need to find that strength inside me. And I don’t think I can do that if while I fight, half of me is waiting for someone else to rescue me.
Realising that he is no longer pining my hips down while he finishes tying my hands together, I jerk my knee upward and get him right in the middle of his legs. He curses and lets go of my hands, and I react instantly and topple him to the floor. I push to my feet and with my hands still tied with his belt, run for the door.
I’m a step away when the door opens and a boy steps through. I draw up short when he stands in the doorway, looking at me. I don’t know him, I’ve never seen him before. But that’s none of my business right now. I look over my shoulder at Eddie…he is just starting to get to his feet, his face twisted with anger.
I turn back towards the door, only to find that the newcomer has shut it behind him.
“Get out of my way,” I say, freeing my hands from Eddie’s belt…and keeping it in my hand in case it turns out to be a useful weapon. If this guy turns out to be Eddie’s friend…
“I thought you needed help,” the boy says, looking at me and then at Eddie, “but it looks like you’ve got it covered.”
So he is not Eddie’s friend. “For now,” I say, looking back at Eddie who is now on his feet and coming towards us.
I look back at the boy, assess him. He is about six feet tall, slender in build. Eddie is bulkier than him, but more brawn has never made anyone a better fighter, right? Besides, he looks quite calm as he faces off against Eddie, who looks pissed enough to punch through a wall.
“This is none of your business,” Eddie tells him. “Get lost.”
The boy leans back against the door and crosses his legs at the ankles, as if he couldn’t be any less bothered. “I’ll pass,” he says.
Eddie bares his teeth and rushes towards him. I step out of the way a second just in time to get out of his way. I gasp because it seems that he is going to crash the boy against the door, but at the last moment, the boy moves aside and Eddie crashes into the door.
I blink, not believeing my eyes. How did he move so fast? Eddie turns around, his hand rubbing his forehead which banged directly into the door. “You” his angry tirade is cut short when the boy punches him in the jaw.
Eddie’s hand moves from his forehead to his jaw. “I’ll kill”
The boy holds him by the front of his shirt, pulls him forward, and then slams him back against the door. “If you touch her again, I’ll be the one doing the killing.”
Eddie breathes heavily, his eyes wide with hate and anger as he glares back at the boy. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“How about someone you don’t want to mess with?” He lets him go and steps back. “Scram.”
Eddie doesn’t move. He stands there, breathing heavily, blood seeping from the left corner of his lip, his hands balled into fists. And then he rushes towards the boy.
He does the same thing he did the first timehe steps aside just when Eddie thinks he has got him. Eddie stumbles, and then turns back around. “Fight me like a man,” he spits.
“I thought I already did,” the boy says, walking back towards the door. He holds the handle but doesn’t open it. “I really don’t have the time for this, but if you insist”
In a totally predictable move, Eddie barrels towards him againand I start to wonder how he managed to win that fight with the other werewolf the other day. Come to think of it, maybe I would have beaten him if I’d let him run into the wall enough times.
This time, the boy pushes the door open and Eddie goes flying right through it. I catch a glimpse of him hitting the stairs and rolling towards the landing before the boy quietly pulls the door shut and engages the lock.
“That was much easier than I expected,” he says, turning to me with a smile.