Into the Alpha’s Keep Chapter 79: 79

The realization crashed over me like a tidal wave: I would be raped and kidnapped, utterly alone, with no one to save me, no one even aware of the nightmare unfolding.

A sob erupted from deep within, flaring hot and sharp in my nostrils, the sound choked and ragged as it escaped. Behind me, Hunter’s laughter slithered through the air, a cruel, guttural sound that twisted my gut.

I heard the rustle of fabric, the faint clink of a belt buckle as he fumbled with his pants, shedding them to free himself. The sickening reality of his intent pressed against me—his hard cock a looming threat I couldn’t unsee, couldn’t unfeel in the air between us.

I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the world to vanish, and thrashed against the arm pinning me in place.

It was like steel, unyielding and cold, clamping down on my waist with a strength I couldn’t break.

No. No. No.

The word looped in my mind, a frantic mantra as panic clawed at my chest.

Hunter didn’t just want revenge—he wanted to obliterate me, to strip me of everything I was.

That’s why he’d let his males grope me earlier, their hands rough and invasive, why he’d auctioned me off to them like I was nothing more than chattel. This wasn’t just punishment; it was annihilation, a deliberate unraveling of my spirit. But I wouldn’t surrender, not without a fight.

If it came to it, I’d claw my way to the end, tearing at him with every ounce of defiance I had left.

His grip shifted slightly, his focus breaking as he tugged at the waistband of his pants, yanking them lower.

It was a fleeting lapse, a crack in his control, and I seized it.

With a surge of adrenaline, I threw my head back, the crown of my skull slamming into his chin with a dull, satisfying crack. Pain flared briefly through my scalp, but his hold faltered—his hand went limp, the steel grip loosening for a precious second.

I didn’t hesitate. I hurled myself forward, breaking free and crashing to the ground with a force that rattled my bones.

The impact jolted through me, dark spots blooming across my vision like ink stains, threatening to pull me under. I gritted my teeth, shoving the dizziness aside—refusing to let it derail me, to let it smother the spark of hope driving me now.

I clawed at the floor, dragging myself away, my fingers scraping against the icy stone, rough and unyielding beneath my palms.

My breaths came in shallow gasps, the cold biting into my skin as I inched forward, blind determination propelling me. Then my hand brushed something solid—an object, small but heavy.

I grasped it, my fingers closing around the smooth barrel of a syringe, its needle glinting faintly in the dim light. My heart stuttered, but I didn’t pause to think, didn’t let doubt creep in.

With a sudden twist, I swung my body sideways, channeling every shred of strength into the motion. The syringe arced through the air, and I drove it into him, striking square in the face.

The needle pierced his temple, sinking into flesh and grating against bone with a sickening crunch.

It bent under the force, the metal warping as I pushed harder, burying it deep.

He screamed, bringing his hands to the spot.

"You damn bitch! Fuck!" he roared in pain.

I dodged away, crawling towards the door. Before I reached it, it was opened with a bang and the light came on.

Fenrir had messy hair and a face swollen from sleep. He was wearing sweatpants and his back was bare. He looked at me before turning to the male who was crouched in the middle of the room with his pants down and his hard cock showing.

He moved so fast that I couldn't catch it. One moment he was at the door and the next, his hand buried in the Eclipse male's abdomen. He pulled his hand out, ripping out a part of his intestine.

"How dare you touch her?" he asked, his voice didn't seem to belong to him, it was thick and gravelly.

"Please," he begged.

Fenrir thrust his other hand in, hitting more organs and tearing the skin. The male gave in, rolling his eyes and dying instantly. He didn't stop, he split all the skin on his abdomen, opening it up, disemboweling him right in front of me.

The smell of blood became pungent, permeating our surroundings, and a pool of blood appeared in the middle of the room.

He let go of him and turned to me, observing my lack of clothes.

"Did he touch you?" he asked and I noticed the torment in his gaze. Not only the beast, but the man as well. They both felt the same.

“He just tried,” I whispered, my throat dry. He walked over to me and grabbed me by the waist, staining my pajamas with the damned man’s blood. He hugged me, cradling me in his arms as if I were a puppy. He let out a heavy breath. I inhaled, feeling his scent and letting myself be hit by the abundant sensation of longing I was feeling for him, even without realizing it. “I felt his desperation as soon as I heard his scream,” he confessed, blowing his breath over my head. I didn’t realize I needed to feel his arms until I was between them. A broken sob racked me, and the accumulated tears spilled from my eyes. I felt so fragile, so useless, so… disposable. Everything Hunter and I had had been a lie, I knew that, but he didn’t have the slightest bit of respect for me? Nothing? “How… how did he get in here? How?” I stammered, clinging to him as if my life depended on it. He shook his head in dismay. — I don't know, little wolf. This should never have happened.

I cried even harder, wetting the warm chest that held me securely.

"Hunter sold me to them. They can do whatever they want with me, touch me however they want, as long as they take me back.

Fenrir's jaw muscle tensed and a hiss emitted from his chest. It was threatening, low, like a signal, a warning to what he heard coming out of my mouth.

" When I get my hands on this bastard, death will be the greatest gift he will find in his mediocre life. — He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me away to face me. — I need to call Anton and Andrei for a meeting. This bastard should never have advanced beyond the borders, much less managed to access the house. There is a traitor in my pack.

I nodded, sniffing.

" Okay.

He kissed my forehead.

"Do you want to take a shower or change your clothes?

I looked down, remembering that I was half naked.

“I need to change,” I said, biting my lip and hesitating.

I didn’t want to be alone at all, much less in a room where a torn male lay bleeding on the floor. Fenrir felt or noticed.

“Do you want me to stay here?”

I nodded.

“I don’t want to be alone.” There was a vulnerability in my tone that made Fenrir realize the fear I was feeling.

He narrowed his gaze on me.

“It’s okay. I’ll be here with you.”

“Promise?” I whispered.

“I promise.”

I hated feeling this way. I hated Hunter, for making me feel this wayr feel this way. Almost all of his males made me dark promises. They didn't respect females, especially me, who no longer had the shield of being the alpha's daughter and was nothing more than a traitor.

I shivered, remembering the male's touch on my skin.

"Is everything okay?" Fenrir asked, his features changing, becoming severe. He stared at the broken syringe on the floor and growled.

I jumped over the unconscious body in the middle of my bedroom floor and ran to the closet, pulling on the first piece of clothing I saw. Fenrir was leaning against the wall next to the door, with his arms crossed, staring at me intently, as if studying my reactions.

I dodged away from the blood, trying not to look at the stomach that was sticking out of his abdomen and decorating the floor.

"Come here," he said, uncrossing his arms and extending his hand to me. I accepted, approaching again. — Let's go to my room. From today on, you're going to sleep with me.

My throat felt imminently dry. I licked my lips.

“Are you sure?”

It wasn't a very good idea, especially if I wanted to keep my sanity in order.

“Do you prefer to sleep in this room, after everything that happened? I can come here, I don't mind.”

He thought I didn't want to go to his room, but didn't he think the problem was him?

“I'll go to yours,” I decided, understanding that I had no choice. And besides, I wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully being alone, not even if I wanted to.