(From Rachelle's Perspective)

"Please, don't do this," I pleaded one last time. And just like every other day, they did not listen. Another kick was forced onto my stomach. I jerked forward on the ground, biting my lips fiercely to keep myself from making a sound. I did not want to look weak.

"Tell me, will you do it again?" Alpha Draven snarled, grabbing my hair roughly.

I tried to talk, but no sound came out of my mouth. My throat hurt from the agonizing grasp he had there a while ago.

"Tell me!" he yelled, bringing his mouth as close to my ear as possible.

"Leave her alone, brother....