Elena’s POV
Victor pressed his full weight against , using his size advantage to pin down. When I managed to drive my knee upward between his legs, he barely flinched.
"That’s what I’m talking about. Fight harder." His laugh sent ice through my veins.
The sound of fabric tearing filled the small space as he ripped my shirt open. He leaned back just enough to fumble with his belt buckle, and I seized the mont to struggle harder. But he caught both my wrists in one massive hand, forcing them above my head.
"Let go right now." The words ca out as a snarl, but I kept fighting beneath him.
"Keep struggling just like that." His breathing grew heavier.
The door exploded inward with a crash that shook the entire office. Victor’s weight disappeared as soone tackled him to the floor with brutal force.
I scrambled upright and saw Jett on top of him, his fists connecting with sickening thuds. Each punch landed with precision and rage. Jett showed no rcy, no hesitation. His knuckles split Victor’s lip, then his nose, then his cheekbone.
By the ti Jett finally stopped, Victor lay motionless on the concrete floor. I had pressed myself against the far wall, watching the violence unfold.
"Are you hurt?" Jett turned toward , his chest heaving.
"I’ll survive." My voice ca out steadier than I felt.
"What did he do to you?"
"So bruises. Nothing that won’t heal." I pulled the torn edges of my shirt together.
Several pack warriors arrived within minutes. They hauled Victor’s unconscious form away without ceremony. Marcus appeared just as they reached the doorway.
"Take him to the packhouse dungeon. Not the town lockup." Marcus’s voice carried absolute authority.
"Understood, Alpha." One warrior nodded before they disappeared.
Marcus approached where I sat on the loading dock. His eyes took in my damaged clothing and the bruises already forming on my arms. Jett stood nearby like a protective sentinel.
"How far did it go?" Marcus addressed Jett directly.
"Not far enough to cause permanent damage. She’ll recover."
"Why would he try sothing like this?" Marcus’s attention shifted to .
"How would I know? He’s been watching strangely for weeks." I shrugged, trying to appear unaffected.
"I can handle things from here, Jett." Marcus dismissed him with a nod.
Jett bowed his head respectfully before walking away, leaving us alone.
"Are you planning to interrogate now? What was I supposed to do? He’s my supervisor. When he told to co to his office, I went." My voice carried more bite than intended.
"You’re not facing any consequences. This isn’t his first offense." Marcus’s tone remained even.
"Then why hasn’t he been arrested before?"
"Previous victims refused to testify. But this ti a warrior witnessed the assault. I can imprison him without requiring a lengthy investigation." His jaw tightened.
"Finally." I stood and started walking toward the exit.
Marcus caught my arm before I could leave. "Your back is bleeding again. When did you remove the stitches?"
"Mom took them out yesterday evening."
"You’re coming with ." His tone brooked no argunt.
He drove back to the packhouse and made a phone call as soon as we entered. Then he guided to the spacious kitchen with its panoramic windows overlooking the forest.
He poured coffee and handed a mug. I leaned against the marble counter, gazing out at the wilderness stretching endlessly below the hill.
"I used to spend hours at that window seat, looking down at those trees." Marcus moved to stand beside .
"The view is incredible from this height. Why did you bring here instead of sowhere else?"
"The doctor should arrive soon to repair your stitches."
"I get that part. But you could have driven to the dical center downtown."
"I figured you’d had enough of that place lately."
"True enough. But that doesn’t explain your real motivation for bringing here."
"People have started talking. The more we’re spotted together in public, the more complicated things beco." He stared out the window.
"So this is about protecting your reputation."
"What exactly do you expect from ?" His question ca out sharper than before.
"Sothing different than this." I gestured vaguely between us while continuing to watch the forest.
He fell silent after that exchange. We waited without speaking until Dr. Grant knocked on the front door. I took a seat at the kitchen table while he worked behind , carefully threading new stitches through the reopened wounds.
"Don’t remove these until I give you clearance. Is that clear?" Dr. Grant secured the final stitch.
"They were uncomfortable."
"I’ve made these slightly looser to reduce the irritation. I’ll examine them again in a few days to monitor the healing." He packed up his supplies.
After Dr. Grant left, I realized Marcus had been staring in our direction the entire ti. It suddenly occurred to that I’d been sitting there wearing only my bra while getting treated. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I quickly pulled my shirt and sweater back on before standing up from the table.
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