Princess of Wolves: Vengeance

I had been with Cameron Stevenson for three years, yet he had never marked me.

To win back the Silver Moon Pack's Alpha, I agreed to his ridiculous request of mating in the wild.

Cameron snapped a pair of silver handcuffs on me and bound me to a tree. My pants had barely come off when his phone rang.

It was that Omega, Rebecca Anderson.

"Cameron, the pup is sick!" she cried.

He pulled out of me instantly, yanked his pants up, and ran.

"Don't worry! I'm coming!"

I struggled and shouted after him. "Cameron! The cuffs! Uncuff me first!"

He was already several yards away when he turned back with an impatient remark. "Just wait! Rebecca's pup is the hope of the entire pack!"

I waited an entire day and night.

The cold wind cut like blades. The silver cuffs ate into my wrists until skin and blood mixed.

Cameron never came back.

'Cameron… Since you couldn't let go of that low-ranked Omega, I wouldn't mind burying the two of you together. You'll never be apart for the rest of your lives!'

I was chained to the tree with my legs forced open. It was deeply humiliating.

When sunlight hit my face, I honestly thought I was already dead.

My arms were numb. Only the searing pain in my wrists proved I was still alive. I didn't know how much longer I could hold on.

Right then, I heard footsteps from somewhere deeper in the woods.

It sounded like a group of werewolves was coming my way.

My mind snapped awake. I used everything I had left and screamed.

"Help! Help!"

The footsteps sped up.

But then, I heard crude voices whispering among themselves.

"Is this the wretch Ms. Anderson told us about?"

"There's no mistake. Ms. Anderson is too kind. She knew we were in heat and even found us a wretch to play with!"

My heart sank.

Did Rebecca Anderson send these werewolves?

She would never be kind enough to send someone to free me.

I held my breath and pressed myself flat against the tree, hoping they wouldn't find me.

Alas, I had no such luck.

A few minutes later, several mean-looking werewolves stepped into view. Their eyes were filled with lust.

They grabbed at me and tried to rip off my clothes.

I forced myself to stay calm and spoke as amicably as I could. "I was chained here by someone. If you unlock the cuffs, I can give you moonstones."

The one in front looked me over from head to toe. A smile spread across his face.

They didn't answer. Instead, they lunged at me directly.

They started tearing my dress apart.

I struggled wildly, but Cameron Stevenson had locked me in a position that left me helpless. I couldn't fight back, no matter how hard I tried.

My struggling only thrilled them more, turning them even harsher.

I didn't know how I survived those hellish hours.

My wrists were torn open from fighting the cuffs, so much so that bone was showing. Every part of my body was bruised.

With what little strength I had left, I screamed at them and mentioned the title I had kept buried for years.

"This is a warning! I'm the wolf princess of the Werewolf Kingdom! Think about the consequences of hurting me!"

They only laughed.

"Wolf princess? That ruthless wolf princess from back then? You expect us to believe she turned into a wretch like you?"

They ripped what was left of my dress and closed in again.

"We're in the wild. No one's coming. Let's finish this."

"I won't lie. She's got a hell of a body."

I closed my eyes and drowned in despair.

Suddenly, an SUV roared so loudly that it shook the ground and snapped me back to my senses.

With the last of my strength, I looked up.

It was William Graham. He was my former subordinate, and now, he's the Alpha of the Dark Shadow Pack.

Why was he here? How did he know I was here?

When William saw the state I was in, the swagger that always sat on his face vanished. It was replaced by pure rage.

"Princess! Who did this to you? I heard the wolf princess was up here. I came to check. Did those bastards do this to you?"

I nodded.

William leapt from the SUV and slashed the rogues ferociously.

The rogues, realizing they were outmatched, ran for their lives.

William removed his jacket and wrapped it tightly around my exposed body. He freed me from the tree and carried me to the nearest healers' den as quickly as he could.

After hours of emergency treatment, the healer said my hands would have been permanently damaged if I had arrived any later. I needed long-term care.

My hands could heal, but the trauma carved into my body and mind would stay with me forever.

William stayed by my bedside the entire time.

This werewolf once followed me through the battlefield without hesitation.

Now, he was crying like a pup.

He clenched his jaw and forced out each word.

"Princess, the pack and I will tear apart whoever hurt you!"