He seized her fragile form, her delicate neck trapped in the iron grip of his hand. With a forceful yanking, he flung her down onto the cold, unforgiving floor, causing a violent jolt to reverberate through her body. The impact knocked the very breath out of her, leaving her gasping for air as stars danced and twirled before her disoriented eyes.
"Why are you doing this?!"
In a desperate crawl, she attempted to escape his menacing presence, her trembling limbs propelling her away from his wrath. Each movement was a struggle, every inch gained a precious victory in the battle for her freedom. But as she distanced herself, his voice sliced through the air like a cold, merciless blade, shattering her fleeting hope.
"It's tradition," he coldly proclaimed, his words dripping with an icy indifference. His gym attire fell from his sculpted frame, revealing the raw power that lay beneath. His muscles, taut and honed, glistened in the dim, eerie glow of the streetlamps, casting an otherworldly sheen upon his gleaming skin.
And then, an unnatural metamorphosis began to unfold before her terrified gaze. Bones cracked and shifted, his body elongating as if under the spell of some dark sorcery. His once chiseled form contorted into something grotesque, something that defied the laws of nature.
Hovering over her defenseless body, the creature loomed with an air of malevolence, his eyes pools of inky darkness brimming with unadulterated hatred. His teeth, once ordinary, now sharpened into deadly fangs, ready to rend flesh with a single bite. Jagged claws sprouted from his hands, each talon gleaming with a sinister luster, poised to inflict unspeakable pain.
The pleas erupted from her trembling lips, her voice a desperate symphony of agony and fear. She knew, deep within her shattered heart, that her cries for mercy would go unanswered.
He reached out, his grip seizing her throat with a vice-like strength, depriving her of the precious air she craved. In a futile struggle for survival, she fought back with every ounce of strength she possessed, kicking and scratching with a fierce determination. But his grip only tightened, his monstrous strength overpowering her feeble resistance, pressing her further into the unyielding embrace of the unforgiving sidewalk.
Without warning, the beastly creature sank his vicious canines into her tender shoulder, igniting a storm of excruciating pain that radiated through her very being. She screamed, the sound a piercing wail of torment as crimson rivers flowed freely down her trembling body, painting the ground beneath her in macabre hues.
With his bloodied face raised to meet her tear-streaked gaze, his once vibrant blue eyes now burned with a horrifying golden hue, overflowing with a venomous blend of malice and loathing. And just when she believed her torment had reached its zenith, his razor-sharp claws descended upon her wounded flesh, piercing and tearing with savage brutality. Chunks of her torn shoulder were rent asunder, agony coursing through her veins like wildfire, as she cried out in a symphony of pain and despair, her breath stolen by the relentless grip of a monster.
In an instant, the transformation took an human form again, and he stood before her in his naked frame form. His self-assured grin stretched across his face, his expression a mix of superiority and satisfaction. With a swift movement, he tried to wip away the blood and dirt that had marred his body, leaving behind a trail of crimson streaks.
Leaning down towards her, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her head up to meet his gaze. The icy blue depths of his eyes pierced into hers, sending a lightning of pain through her body.
His voice dripped with contempt as he spoke, his words laced with a sneer. "Why would the gods dare to pair me with such an unworthy female? A mere human, above all."
She struggled weakly against his grip, attempting to break free from his hold. But his knee pressed firmly into her leg, rendering any movement futile. A dark chuckle escaped his lips, mocking the feeble resistance. As his face drew nearer to hers, she fought back with all her might, desperate to regain control.
"I, Alder Newton, Alpha of the Hollow Creek Pack, declare you unfit for my attentions. Your presence here is an insult to my entire line, and I reject you as my Luna and mate," he spat at her with disdain.
Her mind raced, trying to comprehend the situation. Was this some sort of twisted joke? It felt like a scene straight out of those melodramatic Wattpad novels people is used to read for a laugh. But before she could voice her disbelief, a searing pain erupted in the center of her chest, slicing through her like a knife. The air was sucked from her lungs in one sharp inhale, leaving her breathless and paralyzed. Then, darkness consumed her, enveloping her mind and body in its abyss.
Hours later, or so it seemed, she awoke in a lavish king-sized bed, disoriented and in pain. A sharp ache throbbed in her neck, as if a thousand needles had pierced the skin. Voices drifted through the air, distant and muffled.
Struggling to open her eyes, she glimpsed two figures standing near her. One was clad in scrubs, presumably a doctor, while the other was unmistakably her assailant. Panic laced the man's voice as he addressed the medical professional.
"What happened to her? Her heart stopped!"
The unknown doctor's voice was calm yet filled with urgency. "Alpha" the doctor bowed his head "I need to speak with your human spirit, please."
An animalistic growl erupted from the depths of his throat. "No! Whatever you have to say to that bastard, say it to me instead! Now!"
The doctor's response was barely a whisper, his words heavy with a hidden truth. "-Alpha, you bit her under the full blood moon. She is not assimilating the serum from the marking. With the blood loss from her wounds and your, his rejection, her human body could barely withstand it."
Still feigning unconsciousness, she lays motionless, absorbing every word of their conversation. The weight of her situation became clear, and she knew she had to escape. Summoning all her strength, she pulled her legs and managed to rise to a seated position, a low groan escaping her lips as pain radiated through her body.
With sheer determination, she staggered towards the window, the cold air hitting her once again. As she reached out of the room, her trembling legs betrayed her, causing her to slip and fall onto the wet grass. A constant beeping sound filled her ears, mingling with the excruciating pain that erupted within her chest. She couldn't move, coughing uncontrollably, clutching her ribs with both arms as if trying to hold herself together.
Through the haze of agony, she felt someone's arms encircle her, their presence barely registering in her tortured state. She resisted the urge to open her eyes, the pain too overwhelming to bear. It was unclear how much time had passed before she finally felt herself being lifted into someone's arms, cradled like a fragile doll.