Wolfless, Unbroken Abandoned novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97

Georgia didn’t utter a single plea. She knew Weston too well, His mind was made up. No amount of tears or begging would ever sate his thirst for vengeance. He wanted to watch her crawl.

Slowly, she sank onto her knees, glass crunching beneath her weight with a quiet, cruel crackle. Pain flared as shards bit deep into her skin, piercing through her jeans and scraping raw against bone. A tremor rippled down her arms, but she set her palms on the cold floor anyway and began to crawl forward.

Each movement drove splinters deeper, sending white–hot jolts of agony up her legs. Her vision blurred with tears she refused to shed. The taste of blood gathered on her tongue as she bit down hard to stop herself from whimpering.

Charlotte lunged forward, her eyes wide with horror. “Stop, Georgia! Please, stop-”

But before she could reach her, a heavy hand gripped her shoulder and shoved her back. The Gamma of Wynne Pack loomed over her, his voice calm and menacing. “Charlotte, stay put. Watch quietly. You don’t want to upset Mr. Merrick more than he already is. Unless you want to see her suffer worse.”

His tone left no room for argument. Charlotte’s body trembled with helpless fury, but she forced herself to remain still. Her nails dug crescent moons into her palms as she fought back tears.

“My boss will be furious when he finds out about this,” she snapped through clenched teeth.

The Gamma chuckled, amusement glittering in his cold eyes. Weston tilted his head slightly, his smile sharp and mocking “Your boss? Who is he, Charlotte? Tell me. Who owns Vetro Club? If he’s angry, let him come. Let him know exactly what we did here tonight.”

He knew, just as everyone else in the room knew, that the mysterious owner of Vetro Club was a werewolf too. But Weston didn’t care. Whoever it was wouldn’t risk their power or resources for a ruined she–wolf like Georgia.

In Gabbs, the Wynne Pack and Lennox’s pack held enough power to crush most opponents underfoot. Only the Dark Spike Pack rivalled them–and even then, if their packs joined forces, there was no one who would dare stand in their way.

Georgia was only five short steps from Weston’s polished leather shoes, but each inch felt like a lifetime. Sweat poured down her temples, soaking her hair and dripping onto the blood–smeared glass beneath her. Her breaths came in ragged gasps. Every crawl forward sent shooting pains from her knees up to her chest, her heart clenching tighter each time.

She forced herself to look up at Weston. The room spun slightly, but she kept her gaze locked on him. His lips curved into

a vicious sneer.

“Keep crawling,” he barked. “Don’t you want the money? Move faster.”

The room erupted with murmurs and quiet, gleeful laughter. Their eyes burned holes into her body, urging her forward with silent demands.

Charlotte tried to scream again, but a rough hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her desperate sobs. Georgia could hear their voices, sharp with sadistic excitement. Their cruel words clanged against her ears, but she refused to bend her

back.

‘Almost there,” she told herself, chest burning. Just a little more. Then I can leave with the money. Just a little more…”

Her heart twisted with a grief so sharp it left her breathless. She should have felt triumphant for eaming the hundred thousand dollars she needed. Instead, all she felt was the jagged pain of losing everything that once made her human.

Under their gleeful gazes, she lowered her head and forced herself to crawl between Weston’s legs. Humiliation burned through her body like acid.

She squeezed her eyes shut, and memory flooded her mind with blinding force.

She was back in the prison showers. The rank stench of mildew and blood. The echo of laughter bouncing off the concrete walls. They had lined up, those other she wolves, forcing her to crawl beneath their legs. Some spat on her. Others kicked her sides. And the cruelest among them–she felt bile rise in her throat as she remembered–had pissed on

her as she crawled.

If she refused, they turned the water pressure guns on her. Ice–cold water, powerful enough to tear skin, ripping into her

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body until she thought her bones would splinter from the impact. It didn’t matter if it was winter or summer. torture her until she broke.

They would

Her body trembled violently as her mind tore back to the present. Her chest tightened until her vision flickered black at the edges. She didn’t know how she reached the other side, only that suddenly she was there, shaking, with blood dripping down her shins.

“Everyone look! Lennox’s voice cut through the thick silence, sharp with mockery. “Look at the legendary Georgia Cooper from Silver Stream Pack, crawling like a fucking worm for a hundred grand.”

“No…” Georgia whispered, her voice hoarse and broken. Her head snapped up, hair falling over her bruised face. “Don’t take photos. Please. Don’t.”

Charlotte’s eyes widened in shock. Until that moment, she hadn’t known who Georgia really was. Alpha’s blood…? she thought in disbelief. How did she end up like this…?

“No photos no photos… please, just leave me alone… Her words dissolved into a low, incoherent mumble as her shoulders began to shake uncontrollably.

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