The Alpha’s Crippled Luna Chapter 04

The Alpha’s Crippled Luna Chapter 04

Consciousness returned slowly.

A scarred man gestured, and his men doused us in ice water.

Sara screamed, “Who are you? Help!”

The scarred man slapped her. “Shut up, bitch!”

She whimpered and went quiet.

He brandished a silver knife. “You’re both Ryan Peyton’s women, right?”

“He killed my men. Today, he pays the price.”

He slashed Sara’s cheek. She shrieked.

The door burst open, and Ryan charged in with his guards.

The scarred man’s men grabbed Sara and me, using us as human shields.

Ryan’s gaze darted between us.

His voice choked up. “Sienna? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I whispered.

The scar-faced man sneered. “Peyton, you killed my men. Time to pay with your life.”

My stomach churned violently, and I nearly blacked out.

The scarred man laughed. “Two women. Five million for one. We release one now, and the other once we’re safe.”

Ryan’s voice shook. “Deal.”

Through the haze, I heard him call his Beta.

The scarred man grinned. “Choose. Who goes first?”

Sara screamed, “I’m pregnant!”

Silence fell, followed by Ryan’s strained voice. “Sara.”

She cried tears of joy. “I knew you loved me!”

They left.

Cold water splashed over my face again.

The scarred man scoffed. “Your man picked the loud one. Guess you aren’t that special.”

A shout echoed from outside. “Boss! The money’s here!”

A heavy sack hit the ground—cash.

I rasped, “You have your money. Let me go.”

He let out a low laugh. “Soon. First, we make sure your man didn’t leave us any surprises.”

They shoved me into a van. The drive felt endless.

Finally, we stopped, and they dragged me into a shack near the border.

A lackey grunted, “Boss, we’re at the border. No tail. Can we dump her now?”

The scarred man glared at me. “Dump her? Hell no.”

“Peyton’s woman? Let the boys have some fun first.”

I thrashed. “No! Get off me!”

Rough hands tried to pin me down.

My wolf surged forward, and I fought them off savagely.

By nightfall, blood pooled beneath me.

They all lay unconscious.

I found gasoline in the corner, doused the floor, and grabbed a lighter.

As I moved to leave, the scarred man bolted upright and grabbed my ankle.

“Going somewhere?”

He caught the scent of fuel, his eyes widening.

The flames erupted, swallowing the room whole.