The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. Chapter 389: The girl who called the darkness

Delia

[Warning - Explicit sex scenes. May contain *Grape* insinuations]

Seven Years Ago—Whispering Pine, Human World

The neon sign of GaZone Arcade flickered erratically as I swept the sticky floors for the third ti that evening. My shift had officially ended at nine, but a group of rowdy teenage boys from Cloud High School were still playing at the fighting ga machines and showed no signs of leaving.

I glanced at the clock: 11:47 PM. My stomach churned with anxiety as I watched them punch buttons and yell at the screens. I was only nineteen, working two jobs to pay for Mom’s cancer treatnts, and I couldn’t afford to lose this one by abandoning the shop.

"Excuse ," I called out tentatively, wringing my hands. "We actually closed almost three hours ago..."

"Yeah, and?" The tallest boy—Steve, I think his na was—didn’t even look up from his ga. "We’re still playing."

"But I need to lock up and—"

"Then wait," another one snapped. "We’re in the middle of a tournant."

I bit my lip, knowing Mr. Henderson would be furious if anything happened to his precious arcade machines. But I also knew these boys had a reputation for trouble, and confronting them directly never ended well for people like .

Finally, at midnight, they finished playing and headed for the door. Relief flooded through until I realized they were walking past the cash register without stopping.

"Wait!" I called out, rushing after them. "You haven’t paid yet!"

The boys, about three of them, rougher than the usual brats who ca in, stopped walking but didn’t turn. My heart began to pound wildly in my chest.

"What did you say?" Steve asked, without turning.

I swallowed hard and said in a shaky tone. "I said, you haven’t paid yet. Please."

Steve finally turned around with a smirk that made take a step backwards. "Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?"

"Please," I begged, my voice cracking. "I have to make up the difference if the register is short. There’s not much left of my monthly pay, and my mother is sick. I need every dollar to buy her dication."

"Not our problem," one of his friends laughed.

"Please, just pay for the gas. It’s only fifteen dollars—"

Steve shoved hard, sending sprawling onto the concrete sidewalk. Pain shot through my palms where they scraped against the rough surface.

"Stop bothering us, freak," he snarled.

But I couldn’t stop. That fifteen dollars ant the difference between buying Mom’s pills or going without food for three days. I scrambled to my feet and ran after them.

This particular group of boys had been to the arcade shop almost five tis this week alone, and each ti they ca, they always refused to pay. I was tired of paying for them.

"Please, I’m begging you—"

Steve spun around, with his face twisted in irritation. "I told you to leave us alone!"

His fist connected with my cheek, the sudden impact sending stars exploding across my vision and also producing a high-pitched ringing in my ears. I stumbled backwards, my hand flying to my face in shock.

"What did I—" I started, but before the words could leave my lips completely, the other guy, called Jordan, was already grabbing my arm.

"Maybe this will teach you to mind your own business," Jordan snarled, shoving hard against the brick wall of the alley.

The third boy, Tommy, kicked at my legs, sending crashing to the concrete. Pain shot through my knees as they scraped against the rough pavent.

"Stop, please!" I curled into a ball as their kicks rained down on . Steve’s boot caught in the ribs, driving the air from my lungs. Jordan kicked my shoulder while Tommy aid for my back.

"Stupid freak," Steven panted between kicks. "Nobody cares about you or your sick mom. If you don’t have enough money, then get a better job and stop stressing us."

A particularly vicious kick to my stomach made retch, causing bile to rise to my throat. I tasted blood where I’d bitten my tongue.

"Had enough?" Steve asked, squatting down to grab my jaw roughly, forcing to look at him.

"Please," I whispered. "I beg you... Please."

Steve huffed and straightened, his eyes still set on . As I watched through my throbbing eyes, his expression suddenly turned mischievous.

"There’s one way though," he said suddenly, looking at his friends, without saying a word, they seed to understand what he was about to say.

"What?" I asked, turning my head sideways to spit out blood that had filled my mouth.

"If you want us to pay you," Tommy ca to stand in front, squatting down and without warning, his hands grabbed one of my breasts.

I squealed in surprise, flinching from his touch, but that only made the boys laugh.

"I think she’s a virgin," Jordan smirked, leaning down towards and running his hands through my hair. "And she’s pretty fine too for a freak."

"Please!" I begged again, realizing what they could have in mind. The street was empty, and at this ti, people hardly ca this way since it was in a business area and was only busy during the day. "I’ll pay the money. Just let go."

"Weren’t you going on about the money a while ago?" Steve copied Tommy’s squatting position. "If you let us fuck you, if it’s good, we’ll pay you, but if it’s not... then you better not show your face around us again."

I tried to scramble back, but I was slow and my body ached so badly. I managed to put so distance between and them, unconsciously crawling into an alleyway. It wasn’t until I was at the entrance that I realized what I’d done. I gripped the edge of the alley wall as support and wobbled to my feet when Tommy suddenly ca to and pinned to the wall, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Oh, you’re a little slut, freak. You ca here, knowing this place is safer and away from eyes, right?"

"No!" I shook my head rapidly as a tear rolled down my cheeks. "I’m sorry for asking about the money. It won’t happen again. I swear. Just let go."

Steve grabbed my hair, yanking so hard that the pain that shot through made yell out in pain. Then he dragged and shoved into the alley. I nearly tumbled to the ground, but Tommy caught just in ti, lowering to the ground.

"Please," I begged, weeping profusely now. "I’m sorry."

They ignored . Jordan turned around and suddenly grabbed my hand, pinning to the ground. At the sa ti, Tommy held onto my upper body. I cried, I scread, I shouted, but no one heard .

Irritated by my shouting, Tommy suddenly shoved sothing into my mouth, muffling my cries. From my position, I saw Steve fumbling with his belt, and after a few seconds, he held his erect at.

Stroking it as he ca to kneel in front of .

I thrashed, hoping to put up a last fight, but another slap from Tommy quietened . Steve grasped my hips, pulling closer to his hardness as he rolled my gown up my hips. He touched my panties, rubbing at my femaleness. At this point, I stopped fighting.

It was useless.

In one quick movent, he rolled my panties down my legs, and then parted my legs roughly when that was done, positioning himself between my legs. He spat on his hand and rubbed it on my woman’s core.

Finally, he replaced it with his throbbing mber and tried to push himself inside , but for so reason, he wasn’t succeeding.

"The freak is really a virgin," Steve murmured, his voice had changed now and taken a deeper tone. "She won’t let in," he complained.

"Let try," Jordan said and moved quickly to take Steve’s position while Steve took his.

My eyes watered with tears as Jordan finally shoved himself inside of . I felt a sharp pain shoot through my tight entrance.

"Oh fuck!" Jordan starts to move, his hips slamming into mine in a rhythm that, even though I didn’t want to admit it, sent waves of pleasure through my body. "I’m in."

"Let feel her up, too." Tommy left his position and ran to where Jordan was.

"I’ll finish up quickly and let you in, too. Hold on."

"How about we try to get as much from her now that we have the chance. There’s no telling what could happen in the next few minutes," Steve suggested.

"That’s a good idea," Tommy said. Jordan only grunted. He was still slamming in and out of , eyes half-closed and lips slightly parted.

They pushed to my knees, and Steve removed the gag from my mouth, forcing his throbbing rod into my mouth. He pulled out a pen knife from his boot and held it to my neck, commanding to take him deep or else he would cut .

I obediently suck on him, tasting his salty skin and feeling the heat of his throbbing length.

My mouth is filled with the heady scent of sweat and lust as I bob my head up and down his shaft. anwhile, soone grabbed my hips and slamd himself inside , the friction causing to cry out around Steve’s mber.

I heard Steve telling whoever it was to take it easy, but I didn’t mind again. I liked it.