Third Person POV
The Alpha and his Beta sat in a corner booth at Joey's; they had the best burgers in town.
"Hey, boys. I'm Jackie, and I will be your server. What can I get for you?" She was staring at Teddy.
"Two beers and two double-doubles, rare, no onions on one," Teddy said with a smile.
"Coming right up." She winked at Teddy and walked off.
"Maybe you should have ordered an extra water because that girl is thirsty," Decker said with a laugh.
"Yeah, I am really sure Trevor would love to know how available women think I am."
"Speaking of relationships, how are you and Trevor?"
"He's great." He was turning a sugar packet over and over. Decker would hear his leg nervously bouncing.
"Is there something you need to tell me? You know you can tell me anything. You are my Beta," Decker said, sounding more sincere than Teddy had ever heard him before.
With a deep breath, he started to talk. "I--"
"Here ya go, boys! I guess rare burgers don't take that long." She put down the burgers and the beers.
"Thanks, Jackie."
"Anything for you, little cutie pie." She smiled at Teddy.
She stood there for several uncomfortable seconds. They all just looked back and forth at each other.
"Okay, well, if you need anything, just let me know. Enjoy!" Jackie turned on her heels and walked off.
"You know, it's times like these that I really wish I looked gay. Do I look gay? I think I look gay."
"You do have amazing fashion sense and are always up on the latest trends. Now you were about to tell me something." He stuffed a few French fries in my mouth.
"Alpha, Trevor is my mate.
Decker started choking on the fries. Teddy pushed a glass of water in front of him. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I think I was just caught off guard. Are you sure? He's... human. Like, one hundred percent human. That's rare."
"It's rare but not unheard of. You know it's more common when it comes to same-sex relationships."
"True. When did you realize this?"
"The first time I looked into his eyes. His smell is intoxicating."
"Really? What does he smell like, if it's not too personal."
He had a dreamy look on his face. "Leather and Bergamot."
"I know what leather is but Bergamot, not so much."
"It's like fresh citrus with a little hint of spicy and floral undertones. How about Wrenly?"
"Basil and roses. I hate being away from her scent." They both took a bite of their burger. "Oh my God. Now I wish she smelled like this burger tastes. Wow," Decker said, rolling his eyes. "So, what are you going to do about it?"
"About what?"
"Trevor, what are you going to do about Trevor?"
"I don't know. What can I do? It's not like Wren. He doesn't have a dormant wolf inside him. Even if I told him as delicately as possible, he's going to think I am crazy, and if I shift in front of him to prove I am not crazy, he'll think that he is."
They sat and ate for a while.
"You know maybe when Sunshine finally shifts and comes to terms with her wolf, I'm sure she will help you with Trevor."
"That's actually an excellent idea."
"SOOO, when was the last time you talked to him? Is he okay? How are... things?"
"I talked to him yesterday and before you ask, I promised him I would not talk to you about Wrenly or how she's doing, or what happened."
Decker gave him a small pout.
"Are you pouting? Who the hell are you? The Alpha I know does not nor has he ever pouted."
"Come on, give me something. I haven't seen her at work, I know she's there I can smell her, but she is avoiding me like the plague. Dawson is going crazy, and I swear I can feel a dull ache in my chest. Like I can feel her pain."
"I am sure that is true, but you just need to give her some time."
"More time? Teddy, I've given her weeks. I just want to know what I did or what I said. I want to know what happened. I swear I didn't do anything without her permission. I need to know so I don't fuck up and do it again! Besides a little bit of talking dirty, I was a perfect gentleman."
Teddy raised an eyebrow. "You? A perfect gentleman?"
"Teddy, she makes me a better man. I don't even look at other women. I only speak to them when absolutely necessary."
"I... I can't... It's not my story to tell. It's... it's complicated."
"If she won't talk to me? How else am I supposed to find out?"
"Well, finish eating first." Teddy sighed.
"What? Why?"
"Because this is going to be hard to hear, and when I'm done, you are not going to have much of an appetite."
Decker pushed his plate away and wiped his mouth. "I'm done. Tell me."
Teddy took a deep breath and let it out, trying to calm his nerves. He knew this was going to go one of two ways and neither of them were good.
"One night, Wrenly was at a bar......."
Wrenly sat at a high-top table in the crowded bar. She had never been a huge fan of blind dates and online dating, but how else was she going to meet people? Her nights were getting depressingly lonely, and she had just about enough. She pulled out her cell phone.
Wrenly- I think I am being stood up. I guess I won't be needing that get out of jail free call.
Trevor- I'm sorry, Sugar Pop. If I were you, I would leave and go see that new Keanu Reeves movie. Keanu always cheers you up.
Wrenly- True, he does.
Trevor- If you go, let me know, and I will meet you there.
Wrenly- Sure thing. I am going to give it five more minutes than I am gone.
Trevor- Alright, beautiful, I'll talk to you later, or maybe I won't. Good luck!
A large man approached her, checking his watch. He looked at her at stood at the end of the table she sat at.
"Can I help you with something?"
"Wrenly?" he asked.
"Yes, do I know you?"
"I'm Hank."
Oh, for the love of Christ. I have been catfished. No wonder the site is called Plenty of Fish. "No offense, Hank, but you don't look anything like your profile picture."
He looked ashamed and gave a small smile. "Ever heard of Cyrano de Bergerac?"
"Yes, I have." She couldn't help but smile.
"Look, I am sorry that I violated your trust and deceived you, but I'm a nice guy. You see, when I was using my actual picture, I seemed to finish last. But I am the person you talked to. Every text, every email, that was all me. I hope that you can at least give me a chance. I know that you are way out of my league, but..." He trailed off.
She didn't appreciate being lied to, but she was never one to judge a book by its cover. No, she wasn't physically attracted to him, but they did connect on an intellectual level. What was the harm in having a drink and a conversation?
"Why don't you have a seat, and we can talk about Mr. De Bergerac."
He seemed surprised, "Really? You aren't angry?"
"I'm not thrilled about being catfished, but you're right. We did have some good conversations, and it's nice to have some academic-heavy conversations. I was planning on being here anyway, and I was all ready for a drink and maybe an order of jalapeño poppers."
"You like things spicy?"
"Very much."
"Wow, you are beautiful and a good person. What a great and rare combination. So, what do you want to drink? I'll go grab them."
"I would rather go up and get my own. You can never be too careful." She slid off her seat and stood.
"You're smart too. I like that."
They swam through the tightly packed crowd, making their way up to the bar. He ordered a beer, and she ordered a Pepsi. They also got an order of jalapeño poppers. Getting back to the table was almost impossible; the place was busy.
"I forgot it was trivia night. I should have picked a different place," she said, looking around.
"It's alright. Except someone has taken our table. Have we been gone that long?"
She stood on her tiptoes. Not that it helped much. "I see one way back in the corner."
They bobbed and weaved, trying not to spill their drink and, more importantly, the poppers.
"Well, this is cozy, isn't it?" Hank said, sliding into the booth.
"At least we can hear each other a tiny bit better."
They talked and laughed for about an hour when her cell phone rang.
"Oh, this is my roommate. I will be right back."
"I'll be right here," he said with a smile.
"Hello? Trevor? Is that you?" she shouted into the phone.
"Sugar Pop? I can barely hear you."
"Let me move to a different place. Hold on," she yelled into the phone.
She stepped away about ten feet into the corner by the table. Tucking herself into the corner so she could get a pocket of quiet, she plugged her ear.
"Trevor? Can you hear me?"
"Better than before. It sounds like you are still at the bar. Did he finally show up?" Teddy asked.
"Kind of."
"What does that mean, kind of?"
"Well, he was the same guy I talked to, but not the same guy from the picture."
"Holy shit, Sugar Pop, you've been catfished!"
"I prefer to call it de Bergerac'd."
He laughed. "That is a good one. So, do you need to use your get-out-of-jail-free card?"
"No, it's not that bad. He needs a shower and a breath mint, but the conversation isn't bad at all."
"All right. I'll see you later. I am going to see the movie with Fin and Steven. Don't stay out too late!"
"Yes, mom," she said sarcastically.
"Love you, Sugar Pop."
"Love you too!"
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Wrenly sat back down, and there was another glass of Pepsi on the table.
"I didn't order this."
"I'm sorry, I spilled your other one, so I had the server bring a new one."
She looked weary. "I--"
"I promise you it's safe. I can taste it if you want me to."
She shook her head slightly. "No, that's not necessary."
"No, I will." He unwrapped a straw and put it in the glass. He plugged the end, and it captured half a straw full of soda. He opened his mouth and took in the liquid; half of it dribbled down his chin, and he wiped it away.
He laughed. "I must have a hole in my lip."
She laughed along with him. "I've been there."
The two of them continued to talk about a little bit of everything. The longer the conversation went on, the more tired she became.
She looked at her watch. It wasn't very late, but she knew she should get going. "This has been nice, but I am starting to get really tired. Work has been kicking my ass. I'm getting one of those headaches I told you about."
Disappointment crossed other his face. "Oh, that's too bad. I was really enjoying our conversation."
"I know, but really, I need to get going."
"Would you like to do this again?" he asked, playing with the wrapper from the straw.
"Well... I mean I did like talking to you and—God my mouth is so dry."
He pushed the soda closer to her. She sucked down another quarter of it.
"Can I walk you to your car? It's getting dark, and there are so many people lurking around."
She felt a warm sensation rush through her body, prickly like when she used to get Niacin flushes. "I'm not really sure I should be driving. I just don't feel right. I really need to get some air." She swooned a little when she got to her feet.
"Let me help you. Do your headaches always do this to you?"
"No. Usually, it's just a sensitivity to lights, and I see little bubbles in my field of vision."
"Well, I'm sure all of the harsh light in here doesn't help. Maybe that's what's making it worse."
"What?" His voice started to sound weird. "Oh, yeah, maybe."
He took her tightly by the waist and pulled her close. The size difference was almost comical. He headed to the door. Her legs were starting to get heavy.
He was stopped halfway to the door.
"WRENLY! OH MY GOD! IS THAT YOU? YOU LOOK FABULOUS!" The girl was trying her best to yell above the crowd.
Wren looked at her with hooded eyes. Her face looked like she was trying hard to recognize the face in front of her.
"It's me... Fiona! We had English 1300 together! Remember?"
She didn't answer her, she just stared at her.
"Wrenly? Are you okay? Your pupils look really dilated."
"She has a headache and a little too much to drink. I'm helping her to her Uber."
She looked at him with skepticism. "And who exactly are you?"
"I'm her boyfriend... Malcolm."
"Her boyfriend? Wrenly, you actually started dating again! You go girl. You must be special; girl swore off all guys her junior year to focus on her studies and climb the corporate ladder."
"I am a lucky guy. When we first met, I didn't think I had a snowball chance in hell," Hank said.
"She's not that type of person. Wrenly is one of the nicest people i have ever met. Now, I need to get a selfie. I am leaving for London tomorrow, and I am trying to take photos with all my friends. I am so excited I ran into you! We had some good times!"
"I don't think that is a very good--" He was cut off.
Fiona put her cheek next to Wrenly's "Smile, Beautiful!"
Wrenly tried to curl her lips to muster her best smile. Fiona extended her arm and snapped the picture. "Well, it was great to see you, Wren!"
"See you too," Wrenly slurred.
"Nice to meet you, Malcolm. Please take care of her. She never could handle her booze."
"Pleasure to meet you too. I will let her know about this little inaction when she sobers up and don't worry, I will take incredibly loving care of her."
"Okay, please do. Love you, girl." She kissed her on the cheek and made her back into the crowd.
He pulled Wrenly close again and hurried out of the bar
Her head fell back as she looked up at him. "Hank? Who is Malcolm? Is he a friend of yours?"
He didn't answer; he just took her over to his car.
"Wait. This isn't my car."
"No, this is your Uber. Remember? You didn't want to drive home because of your headache."
"Oh. Yeah, my Obear." Her eyes were getting difficult to keep open.
He loaded her into the backseat. He got into the driver's seat.
"Hey, driver, man, you look like this guy, Hank." After she said that, she slumped over.
He drove for about a half hour until the man, whose name was neither Hank nor Malcolm, pulled into an alley between two derelict buildings. When the car came to a stop, she tried to sit up.
"Sir, are we home? I need my friend to help me into the house. I'll call him. Now, where the fuck is my phone? Oh, shitballs, where the fuck is my purse?"
"Don't worry, Miss, I'll help you."
He got out of the car, opened the back door, and climbed into the back seat.
"You have the cutest, most perfect little body. So sexy. You must work out or something."
She put her hand out so he could help her out. "Thank you. Please help me out of the car now."
"But you wanted to have a little fun first. You asked me, remember?"
She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. "I didn't... I don't want... I never... I just wanted a ride home, Sir."
He pushed her onto her back and ran his hand up her thigh.
A look of horror spread across her face. "Get off, please." She tried to push him off, but she was too small and too weak. "GET OFF ME! HELP!" she screamed.
He slapped her hard, then put his hand over her mouth. "Don't worry, little one, this will all be over soon."
"No, no, no," she said, muffled by his hand. Tears sprung from her eyes.
He reached down, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants. With skill, he removed his pants and boxers, bringing them to his ankles. He then reached under her skirt, took hold of her panties, and pulled them, ripping them off.
She let out a whimper. It hurt.
"Little slut, wearing a short skirt and a little pair of lace panties. I bet if I actually looked like my profile picture, you would have fucked me as soon as you laid eyes on me."
He shoved his hand between her thighs. "I bet your pussy is so fucking tight. Why don't we find out?"
Without warning, he roughly shoved two of his fingers inside of her. It was the most pain she had ever experienced. Her eyes opened wide as agony tore through every nerve in her body.
"I fuckin knew it." He roughly pumped his fingers back and forth, and she could feel his fingernails tearing at her walls.
"Do you like that? I bet you do; little sluts always love a good finger fuck."
She was paralyzed by fear. Her limbs were heavy. He removed his hand. All she could do was whimper and cry. She sounded like a puppy someone had kicked in the ribs.
"I see the phenobarbital has completely kicked in. You know you're right; you should never leave your drink alone with a stranger."
She couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. She was hoping this was just a nightmare, a fucking horrible nightmare.
"That's my good little slut. Close your eyes and this will all be over in... well, when I have had my fill."
He grabbed her thigh, lifting it and putting it over his shoulder, spreading her wide apart.
"I can make you feel so good. I'm going to make you feel like a real woman. You did admit to me that you were saving yourself for your first real love. We both know that's me." He took his fingers out, grabbed his cock, and lined it up with her now-swollen entrance. "Hope you don't mind, but when I fuck, I do it raw." He thrusted into her all at once.
She whimpered. Her tears were heavier now. She was losing her virginity to a stranger in a dark alley by force. Why did she save herself? If she hadn't, at least this is not how she would remember losing her virginity.
He groaned. "I know you love this. I'm going to do it again because I loved it too."
He withdrew and then shoved it right back in. Her body jerked, and her head slammed into the door repeatedly with every hard, painful thrust. It felt like she was being tortured. She just wanted to die so all the pain would go away. She couldn't remember if you were supposed to fight back or just stay still. It didn't matter, though; she couldn't move.
"P-p-please s-s-stop. I wo-won't tell anyone. I swear. Ju-just let me go."
"Not till I'm done. God, you are fucking amazing. Your cute little body, your tit's bouncing up and down. You are so much better than the fucking heffer I had last month. Took me forever to get fucking hard."
He continued to pound into her violently until he came deep inside of her.
"Hey!" He slapped her face. She had gone unconscious at some point. "Wake up!" He pulled at her eyelids.
It took a lot of effort, but she kept her eyes open. They were only slits, and his face was blurry, but she did as he was told. A thought came to her mind. "What if he gets away with this? What if I get pregnant? Would I have my rapist baby? I couldn't kill a child. Oh God, please let this be over with."
Her prayer was answered. "Thanks for a lovely night, but now you need to get out of my car. I never take my trash home."
He got out of the car and pulled his pants back on. He grabbed her ankles and yanked her out of the car. Her ass hit the ground, and her head hit the bottom of the door.
"Fuck, w-what's hap-hap-pening?" She was sobbing.
"Just taking out the trash." He hitched her up from under her arms and dragged her over to where the dumpster was. He propped her up against the wall.
He squatted down in front of her and grasped her jaw tightly. "Take this as a learning experience. You are small, weak, and pathetic. No one will want you now. You're my little slut now and damaged goods. You may want to lay off the dating apps for a while. At least till your cuts, bruises, and cunt heals." He stood up. "Thanks for the memory. I'll definitely put this in my spank bank. So far, you are my favorite, my dear Roxane."
He went to the car and grabbed her purse from the seat, removing her phone. He broke the phone in half and then threw her purse and broken phone into the dumpster.
He left her there in the dirty alley, next to the dumpster, like a discarded piece of trash, in one of the worst neighborhoods imaginable. She wasn't found till 41 hours later.
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Decker sat there stunned. He thought he was going to be sick. He didn't know what to say, but Dawson did.
FIND HIM. KILL HIM. HE HURT OUR MATE! HE TOOK WHAT SHE WOULD HAVE SHARED WITH US, HER FATED MATE. WE JUST CAN'T SIT HERE AND DO NOTHING DECKER! FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM. ASK HIM!
"What happened to him, Teddy? Where is he? Please tell me he was caught."
"He was put in jail. Turns out someone had taken a picture with her, and he was in the background. They were able to get facial recognition, and she was able to pick him out of a lineup. After she made the identification, a judge issued a DNA sample be taken, and when tested against the rape kit, it was a 99.99% match."
"Thank God. I think he should have been castrated, but prison works, too." Decker sat back in his seat.
"You may get your chance. He was only sentenced to two years."
"Two years? For rape and destroying her life." Now, he really was going to get sick. He was sweating, and his head was spinning. He was at the start of an anxiety attack.
"His father is a Senator and has connections. It's not what you know--"
Decker finished his sentence. "It's who you know. But two years?"
"He was able to get a plea deal."
Decker slammed his fist on the gable. The entire restaurant looked at him. "Plea deal? What could be more important than justice for a young innocent girl?"
"He gave up the guy who he got his drugs from that led to the arrest of a big player and so forth and so on."
"When is his sentence up?"
"A few months. He might get out early. Good behavior or some shit."
"We need to find him. I don't want him breathing the same air as my Sunshine."
"I understand you're pissed, but calm down. You won't be any good to her if you go to prison," Teddy said with conviction.
"Where is he being held?"
"No one knows. His father got him into some country club prison."
"You know. I can tell when my Beta is lying to me."
"No! I told Trevor not to tell me because I knew that you would want to go bat shit crazy on him."
"So, I must have said something to her that he did. That's all I can think of. That's what set her off. How could I have done something so fucking stupid!"
"You didn't know. How could you have?"
"I know she's different. I shouldn't have gotten all crude. This would never have happened. I would have never opened that wound. I am so used to being a sick bastard who never thinks before he speaks, who treats women like a piece of ass with no class. I'm no better than the sick fuck who raped her. Just another asshole who takes advantage of women."
"Alpha, no. Do not compare yourself to him. You never forced yourself on anyone, and, granted, you may have been a prick afterward, and they may not have liked you very much, but you always made sure they knew you weren't in it for the long haul. You never took what wasn't given or offered."
We need to get to our mate. We need to mark her and bring Wrigley out. That mother fucker is getting out soon, and she needs to protect herself. She needs her wolf. Go talk to her father. I will. Now. Tomorrow, there is nothing we can do about it today.
"Teddy, you need to tell Trevor what we are."
"What! No. We just talked about this, or did you forget?"
"He needs to know that if something happens, we are the first people he's to call. Not the cops. He needs to know that we are stronger and faster than any human. And find a place to rent by her house. I will explain to my father what is happening, and I know he will let me into my trust fund."
"I don't know."
Decker growled at his Beta.
"Okay, that's fine, but give me a little time. I can't do this without thinking about how I am going to approach it. I will start looking for the rental tonight. Alpha, there is something else."
"Christ, what more can there be?" Decker asked, rubbing his temples.
"The senator, his father, is Preston Burton the seventh."
"Preston... Preston Burton, as in the High Elder of The Tempest Dragon Clan? He's a vampire and politician? Isn't that a bit on the money? Wait. That means the fucker was a vamp? A vamp raped a were; that is worthy of a sanctioned kill."
HOLY FUCK! YOU'RE RIGHT. NOW WE GOT THE MOTHER FUCKER BY THE BALLS!
Decker smiled. "It's good to be the future Alpha."
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