Wolfless, Unbroken Abandoned novel Chapter 1

“She’s all yours. Go ahead and gang rape her.”

I curled into myself on the cold earth, every fiber of my being trembling as Derek—the Beta of the Dark Spike Pack—stood before me, his voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. His final commands to the Rogues were laced with venom.

“What happened to my sister Giselle,” he said, eyes black and burning with a savage hunger, “will happen to you.”

His glare pinned me to the spot, heavy with a dark promise. “Giselle was my little sister. Sweet, innocent—never once stepped foot in a tavern, never wandered alone into the Silent Forest where the Rogues lurk. But they found her there. Violated. Murdered.”

Derek’s words slithered through the air, thick with accusation. “Alpha Preston and I went through Giselle’s phone together. Just before it happened, you called her. Her last message—to you—read, ‘I have arrived. Where are you, Georgia?’”

Hatred churned in his eyes, a storm threatening to break loose.

“Derek, please, you have to listen to me! I swear I had nothing to do with Giselle’s death,” I pleaded, voice cracking with desperation. “I need to talk to Alpha Preston. There’s something important I must tell him. Please, just let me see him.”

“Shut your mouth! You don’t get to speak her name!” His voice was a thunderclap as he stepped closer, towering over me like a shadow of judgment.

Behind him, five Rogues’ eyes gleamed with a ruthless hunger. They watched me as if I were their next kill.

I knew the moment Derek turned away, I’d be torn apart. I had to survive. I had no choice.

“My father is the Alpha of the Silver Stream Pack,” I said, swallowing my fear, “and I’m here only to see Alpha Preston. Are you trying to ignite war between our packs?”

“Stupid whore,” he spat. “You’re Alpha Preston’s mate, and don’t you think he senses you’re here, in danger? You killed my sister, driven by jealousy over Alpha Preston’s love for her. He wants you dead more than I do.”

Without another word, he stormed toward the Pack house, leaving me alone in the suffocating dark of the forest.

The Rogues surged forward, claws ripping into my clothes, their excitement savage and raw.

Though I was the Alpha’s daughter, trained relentlessly in combat, I was weak—spent from three days and nights without food, drained to the marrow. Five Rogues should not have been a threat to me, but I barely had strength to resist.

I fought with everything left inside me, every desperate breath begging my mate, Alpha Preston, to sense my peril and come to my aid.

But he did not appear.

Doubt slithered in my mind—was he the architect of this nightmare? Too weak to kill me himself, so he sent others to break me, humiliate me?

A sharp pain flared in my wrist as one Rogue’s untrimmed nails gouged deep, tearing flesh and drawing hot, sticky blood.

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