Chapter 61: DON’T TOUCH WHAT’S MINE!

"I missed you," Garrett whispered into her neck, his stinking breath making her eyes water, "Shall we continue from where we stopped the last time?"

A rush of adrenaline caused her body to freeze, and Della felt like a hundred spiders were crawling up her skin.

She instantly tried to push him away from her, but his laughter grew even louder and both hands wrapped around her chest, locking both hands in his tight grasp.

"No!" She cried, tears stinging her eyes, "Not again,"

This cannot be happening to her again!

"This place is a little open, isn’t it?" His voice curled around her ear, making her cringe even harder, "Let’s head to our little cosy spot, hm?"

And just like that, she felt his strength intensify as he applied some wolf strength, completely overwhelming her. In a few seconds, a door was yanked open, and she found herself stumbling inside the cold, cramped shed.

The door behind her was shut close, and she whirled around and saw Garrett standing there with a grin on his ugly face, "This way, no one would disturb us,"

She swallowed tightly and tried to back away. She considered jumping out of the window, but they were shut from the outside. Soon, her back hit the wall, and she could only pray that some miracle would happen.

"How about you take off those clothes for me?" Garrett said, his blackened tongue darting out to lick around his equally dark, dry lips.

"Stay away from me!"

"Or would you like me to tear them off?" He offered, stepping even closer till he had completely invaded her private space.

He smelt like he hadn’t taken a bath in months, and his breath was definitely the worst of it. Those blackened teeth that flashed in her face anytime he smiled made her want to gouge out her eyes.

"You know...," A hand came up and trailed down her face, making her squirm and press even more against the wall, "When I heard you had escaped again, I was so disappointed. My cock felt so unalive, and I even started wondering if I should just track you down myself and fuck you raw wherever I caught you."

She trembled.

Garrett leaned closer, and she held her breath as more nasty breath hit her nose hard, "But then, here you are again. Right where I want you to be,"

The hand moved down her neck, and her muscles strained even more.

He palmed a breast in his hand, squeezing them so hard she cried in pain.

"No!" A tear rolled down her eyes as she grabbed his hand and tried to pull it again, "Don’t touch me. Please, don’t,"

"You filthy Rotblood," He squeezed even harder, so hard she thought it might burst, "Beggars can’t be choosers. And you, my little whore, are worse than a beggar. You are nothing," His other hand grabbed her chin hard, yanking her face up so she was looking at him, "And haven’t I told you before? That you should be glad someone like me noticed a dirty thing like you and wants to have his cock inside your pussy?!"

"I don’t want—"

A slap came down hard against her cheek, forcing her head to the side. Waves of dizziness hit her eyes, and her legs weakened.

He grabbed her chin again and forced her to look at him again, "You want this!" He breathed into her face, "You hear me?! And I will give it to you," He pressed his body on hers, and another insane wave of disgust hit her stomach hard when she felt something hard pressed against her stomach.

The word ’Terrified’ wouldn’t even fit what she was feeling. Because she was always at a huge disadvantage. She could scream all she wanted, but they both knew no one would come, and no one would care even if they heard.

Moreover, Malachi probably wouldn’t even move from his position even if he managed to feel her fear through the bond. He’d proved that to her before.

"Now," Garrett continued, "I remembered telling you to take off these things," He said, then he grabbed the neck of her shirt and pulled, tearing down the material.

It ripped hard all the way down her body, revealing what she wore underneath.

"No! Please no...you can’t do this to me,"

But he had already yanked down the underwear and was gripping her naked breasts, squeezing them again with a wicked, satisfied grin on his face, "Your breasts feel even bigger than last time," He murmured, pressing his hard cock against her stomach.

Tears rolled down her eyes.

A scream tried to form in the back of her throat, but the fear was so much that it ended up coming out as a squeal of torture.

"Was that a moan?" Garrett smirked, "I knew you were enjoying it, bitch. Why do you keep pretending you aren’t?"

He suddenly yanked down on her pants, and another heavy fear clogged up her throat. She tried to push him away again, but he squeezed her breasts so hard again, and sent an even dirtier slap on her face.

Her headache was so blinding right now that she could barely open her eyes.

"Now, let’s really get down to business," He whispered into her ear, then he forced her to turn around and bent her over the shed.

Oh no.

Oh no!

Oh no!

Was he about to—?!

She heard the sound of his pants unzipping, and then something hard rubbed against her backside, dragging across her wide, soft pale skin.

"Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight," She heard him say.

"You can’t—" She tried to stand up, but a hand pressed down on her back with a strength that she couldn’t match.

Wolf strength.

"Please don’t!!!" She cried, "Don’t do this to me, you shouldn’t!"

"Oh, shut the fuck up!" He gripped the base of his cock and tapped it on her ass, "You should be thanking me for this wonderful session, for it would groom you for everything that is to come in nine days’ time," She felt him grin, "Or do you actually think the Alpha is gonna make you the Luna of the Pack? Bitch! Dream on!" He laughed so loudly and wickedly that she wanted to gouge out her ears too.

Then, one of his legs reached between hers and kicked them aside, spreading her open.

"No!!" Her eyes stung hard, her body vibrating from fear as she summoned every bit of her strength to try and move, to try and push away from him, but it was futile.

She was too weak.

Far too weak.

Then, she felt the tip of his cock on the opening of her pussy.

"Yes...," He groaned.

Della braced for impact, her chest tightening so hard she feared it might stop her heart.

She was... about to be raped.

But the feeling never came.

Because something else had arrived carrying a destructive curse.

Or rather, someone else.

"YOU DON’T TOUCH WHAT’S MINE!!" Malachi’s voice roared so loud the entire castle must have heard him.