Claimed by My Bully Alpha

t looking in my direction—it was looking at me. My stomach twisted into knots, my heartbeat hammering against my ribs, an instinctive fear rising from deep within me.
My body reacted before my mind could catch up, my hands flying up to slam the window shut. The blinds came down in a single paRoaned motion, my fingers fumbling over the cords as I forced myself to take deep, shaky breaths.
I stepped back, my pulse roaring in my ears. It was just an animal, I told myself. Maybe a stray, maybe a wolf that had wandered too close to the house. But I knew better.
Something about it wasn’t right. Something about the way it looked at me, the way it didn’t move, just stood there—waiting. Watching.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to glance back at the window, half expecting to see those glowing eyes still staring at me through the glass. But there was nothing. Just the dark stretch of trees, the stillness of the night. It was gone.
My fingers curled into fists at my sides, trying to ground myself, trying to convince myself that I hadn’t imagined it, that it hadn’t been some figment of my exhausted mind playing cruel tricks on me. But deep down, I knew.
Something had been there. And it had seen me.

Suddenly, a knock at the stall door startled me, making me jump. My breath hitched, and I tensed, instinctively curling in on myself. I froze, not sure whether I should even answer. Who else would be here? Another person to bully me, perhaps? Maybe someone who had heard about what happened and wanted to make it wors

I bolted. Instinct took over, and I turned on my heel, aiming for the door. I barely made it two steps before a rough hand clamped down on my wrist, yanking me backward so hard I stumbled, my back colliding against his solid chest.

"Where do you think you're going?" His breath was hot against my ear, his grip tightening painfully around my wrist. I thrashed against him, kicking and clawing, but he was too strong.

"Let me go!" I screamed, my nails digging into his arm, but he only laughed, the sound cruel and mocking.

"Feisty little thing," he muttered before shoving me onto the floor.

Pain shot up my side as I hit the ground, gasping. Before I could scramble away, he was on top of me, his heavy weight pinning me down. My heartbeat roared in my ears, my breaths coming in panicked gasps as he straddled me, his hands forcing my wrists above my head.

"Please," I begged, my voice barely a whisper, my vision blurring with tears. "Please don’t do this."

His grin was all teeth, his eyes dark with hunger. "Oh, sweetheart," he purred, "I’m just taking care of you."

A sob tore from my throat as I struggled beneath him, my body shaking violently. No. No.

This couldn't be happening. Not like this. Not to me.