Mae POV
Eli inches closer to me on the bed. His claws extend from his fingertips, and he slides them across my comforter. The fabric rips open easily under his touch. He reaches out a single claw, trying to run it down my shirt, but I slap his hand away.
"I said don't touch me." I try to sound as menacing as I can, but the evil smile on Eli's face doesn't drop.
"I would like to see what I have paid for," Eli snarls.
"Paid for?" I gasp. "What do you mean?"
"Oops," Eli whispers as he runs his claws down the front of my shirt. "Did I say paid for? That was supposed to be a secret."
I back away from Eli, and my shirt falls open. I quickly wrap my arms around myself, trying to hide my chest from him. But a rumble purrs from Eli's chest. He has seen all that he needs to.
His green eyes turn black, and he growls crazily. He lunges for me, and I scream loudly. I kick my foot and smash him in the face. Eli grabs his nose as he tries to stop the blood that is flowing down his face.
He drops his hand from his face and smiles at me. Blood is covering his teeth. "How did you know I like it rough?"
"Don't come any closer," I warn Eli, but he doesn't listen. He crawls across the bed to me.
Blood is dripping out of his mouth, and he looks crazed. There is nothing that I can do to stop him from coming. I close my eyes tightly and try not to think about what might come next.
"Daddy!" I scream out of fear like I used to when I was a child.
I scream for my father over and over again while Eli's hands roam over my body. Bile rises in my throat as I feel him touching my bare skin. I cough through my tears, and vomit spews from my mouth. Eli slaps me hard across my cheek, causing my eyes to fly open.
Eli is hovering over me, with blood and vomit running down his face. He rears his hand back and hits me again. My head snaps to the side, and blood spews out of my mouth.
I stop yelling for my father. I realize that he isn't coming for me. I keep my head tilted to the side and shut my mouth. I keep my eyes focused on the speckles of blood spread across my white pillowcase.
I barely register it as Eli's hands pull down my pants. I can feel the fear building in my spine because I know what is going to happen next. I have been in this situation before. I will never be strong enough to fight back. I grit my teeth together and prepare for the horrible intrusion.
Just when I am sure Eli is going to rape me. I hear the creak of the heavy door to my room open, and I see my father standing in the doorway with a shotgun in his hands. He shucks the gun, and Eli's hands stop roaming all over me.
"Who the fuck are you?" My father demands to know.
Eli raises his hands off my body, but I don't dare move. I know I am fully exposed, but I can't bring myself to care.
"Are you okay, Kiddo?" Dad asks me as he steps into the room, but I am unable to do anything but sob.
Through my tears, I can see Francesca standing behind my father. Her arms are crossed over her chest, and she is glaring in Eli's direction.
She places a hand on my Dad's shoulder, but he shrugs her off. "Don't fucking touch me, Mutt," he grunts at her.
"Walter," Francesca whispers softly. "It is all part of the plan."
"Raping my daughter was part of the plan?" Dad shouts at her.
He swings in the doorway and points his shotgun at her forehead. Francesca raises her arms over her head and backs away from my father's gun.
"The plan was for Eli to seduce her," Francesca growls, glancing around Dad at Eli. "But apparently, he couldn't contain himself."
Eli is laughing crazily in the corner of my room. His laugh is becoming more high-pitched with each passing moment. It is becoming too much for me to handle.
My father glances behind him before he points the gun over his shoulder and pulls the trigger. Eli's laughter stops immediately, and I hear his body thump against the wall.
I turn my head to look at Eli. His body is sliding down the wall, leaving a trail of blood behind it.
Someone starts screaming, and I look back at Francesca. But she is not the one screaming. It takes me a moment to realize that the one who is screaming is me.
"You killed him," I repeat over and over again.
Dad walks to the end of the bed and wraps a blanket around me. He gathers me into his arms and carries me from the room.
Francesca lets out a huff of frustration as Dad passes with me in his arms. "You can't seriously be removing her from this room."
"Shut the fuck up, Francesca," he hisses at her. "The next time you try to send someone to rape my daughter, there will be a silver bullet in your head."
I look over my father's shoulder as he carries me to his bedroom. Francesca is staring at Eli's body, shaking her head. I watch as she pulls a phone out of her pocket. She quickly dials a number, but before I can hear what is being said, Dad turns into his bedroom.
He sits me down on his bed and begins to pace the floor. Francesca comes to the room, but Dad slams the door in her face before she can speak.
"She can't be trusted," I whisper. My voice is hoarse and raspy.
My dad ignores me and walks into his bathroom. He comes back with a cool washcloth and places it on my cheek.
"You are going to have a bruise," he sighs.
"You can't trust Francesca," I say a little louder.
"She is a means to an end," my father replies. "Once Alpha Kieran and his sister have been removed from power, we can dispose of Francesca as well."
"You aren't listening to me," I try to tell my father. "I love Kieran. I love this wolf living inside of me."
"You have been brainwashed," my father mumbles. "It will all be better once we break this ridiculous bond between the two of you."