Chapter 30
MILES
Something feels really off with Caelia. The team heads off to the locker room, and I mention to Levon that he should change quickly. Dread feels heavy inside of me, making my stomach twist as I rush to find her.
“Marilyn, find someone else to talk to the press today,” I grunt to her in passing. “I’m planning to get out of here as soon as I can.”
“Wait, is there something wrong?” she asks, following me as she peppers me with questions.
Ignoring her, I move to the main hallway where fans from the game are celebrating and singing. It’s a fucking mad house, and I can’t find my girl.
“I have a bad feeling,” I mutter.
At least my height helps me to see over everyone, and I grunt as I catch sight of something..Pink hair has me pushing through the crowd to help Addie get free of it.
“Where’s Caelia?” I ask. “Did you lose each other?”
“I was holding her hand, and someone broke my grip,” Addie says, tears running down her cheeks. “I turned around to find her, and she was being pushed. Miles, she thought someone was watching us in the stands today. I don’t think she was being paranoid either.”
“Show me,” I grunt, turning to find Marilyn wringing her hands. “Tell Santo to come find me, please.”
She nods quickly, glancing at Addie.
“I’m going with him,” Addie says, brushing the tears away determinedly. “She was pushed into a hallway a little further down. There’s just too many people.”
“I’ll fix that,” I mutter, my hand on her shoulder as we walk. “Move the fuck out of the way! I have an emergency!”
People startle and move to give Addie and I space as I walk determinedly to find my girl.
“Miles?” Addie asks softly as she practically runs beside me.
“Tell me.”
“One of the alphas who hurt Caelia played tonight,” she says. “He was on the ice. What if…”
“Fuck. Who?” I ask, breaking into a jog so Addie can keep up with me.
“Luis Meyer,” she rasps. “It couldn’t have been him who pushed us apart, right? He was playing.”
“I wouldn’t put anything past that dickhead,” I mutter, wishing that Caelia had told me.
Entering the hallway that Addie points toward, I hand her my phone.
“There’s a group pack text. Tell the guys where I am,” I say, not looking back when I hear Caelia scream.
My feet are moving before I can spare a second to think, my legs carrying me closer to my girl. I won’t allow history to repeat itself. Not in my fucking city, not to her.
CAELIA
This hallway must be one used by employees, because it’s empty and seems to go deeper inside the stadium. As often as I come here for games, I’ve never had a reason to go this way.
“Little Omega…” McCreuger taunts me, getting closer as I run. Fuck, he’s taller than me, more athletic, and so much bigger than I am.
There’s no end to this hallway, and it still comes as a surprise when McCreuger yanks on my hair, dragging me toward him. Dropping to the ground to pull him down, I turn and kick his knee with my boot.
“Fucking bitch, that’ll cost you,” he growls, falling back and dragging me up his body by my hair. The buns are falling out due to him manhandling me, and a ribbon brushes my face.
McCreuger flips me onto my stomach as I struggle, ripping my leggings off as he digs his knee into my back.
“So pretty and young still,” he chuckles darkly. “It’s my lucky fucking day, isn’t it? Don’t fucking move, Caelia.”
I mewl and scream, even while pinned underneath him.
His alpha bark removes my ability to control my movements, and I’m locked in the dark recesses of my mind.
My memories are telling me that I’m going to be cursed to relive my past, and that there’s nothing I’ll be able to do to change it.
My body jerks into paralysis when he shoves his fingers inside of my cunt, my brain going blank.
No, no, no. The internal running dialog in my mind tells me to move, fight, do something, but my body won’t listen to me. It’s struggling to protect me, shut down, anything but work.
“Fuck, I love making you scream. It’s not as much fun when the whores are willing. I’d much rather blood for slick, Caelia,” McCreuger groans. His fingers are violating me, and yet, I remain pliant, unable to breathe.
My alphas fill my mind, and I can practically hear them begging me to fight, to come back to them. It feels as if I’m fighting through sludge, the bark holding me in place, even as I try to fight it off.
The sound of his pants unzipping is as loud as a gunshot, making my body flinch.
His knee moves to pull himself out, and my brain seems to flip back on.
Somehow, that pulls me out of my paralyzed state, and I push on the stun gun’s on button as I shove it against his exposed calf.
Something about how he treats omegas has weakened his alpha bark, and it can’t hold me anymore.
His pants ride up his calves, giving me something to attack.
“Let go of me!” I yell, knowing that making a lot of noise will help me. Being quiet isn’t an option. Not if I can’t get him to let me go or beat him into submission. Scrambling to my knees, despite my half naked state, I attack him. There’s no way he’ll let me run far at this point.
His body jerks up and he backhands me, his hand tangled in my hair holding my body steady. I can feel blood drip from the cut of his ring, and my head is snapped back from the force of the blow.
“Stupid girl,” he mutters, throwing me against the wall beside him. It’s made of cement, and it fucking hurts. I can’t stop fighting, or he’ll kill me. I can see the truth of that in the way that Seth McCreuger snarls at me.
His Irish features are pinched as he adjusts his cock in his pants, his cheeks red with anger.
“I’m going to fuck you one way or another,” he warns.
“I’d rather fucking die,” I gasp, slapping his face as he pulls me back toward him. “You tried to ruin my life!”
Now that he’s not holding my hair, I slam my forehead against him, ignoring the black spots in my vision as he falls backward onto the ground. I should run, scream for help, anything other than what I do next.
I lose my shit. Straddling his chest, I crank the stun gun to high and shove it into his neck, holding it there as his body bucks and jerks.
“You raped me,” I scream, digging the heel of my boot into his cock.
I’m precariously propped over his body as he groans, and I punch him in the face with the hand that has my ring on it. Blood explodes from the blow, but I’m nowhere near done. McCreuger will kill me if he gets the chance.
So I won’t give it to him.
“My father trusted you assholes,” I hiss, hitting, kicking, and burning him with the gun. Little round marks are appearing on his neck and face, and I can’t stop.
“Caelia!” a male yells, lifting my body off of the alpha’s body. His hands pin my arms so I can’t move, because I’m ready to fight him off too. It’s not until the scent of icing fills my senses as he holds me that I realize it’s Santo. “Breathe, baby. I got you.”
The sound of a foot kicking something vibrates off the walls, and I realize that Miles is here too. His nice leather shoes are currently stomping and kicking McCreuger’s body. I’m shivering as I watch, my vision still messed up from when I headbutted him.
“You’re bleeding,” Santo says, gently taking the stun gun from me to pocket it.
“McCreuger,” I mumble, allowing Santo to sit on the ground with me bundled in his lap. “He chased me down here. He was going to rape me again.”
“Again… Miles, fuck him up!” Santo yells, his hands moving over my body as if looking for broken bones.
“I know,” Miles mutters, bending down to pull McCreuger up onto his knees. The alpha holds onto his dick, groaning. I have no sympathy. I think it should be cut off at the root so he can never use it again.
“I would have shared her if you’d asked nicely,” McCreuger says, spitting blood onto Miles’ white dress shirt.
“I would never let you touch my omega,” Miles growls. I watch as McCreuger begins to see how badly he just fucked up.
“How is she yours? Curtis Freedman is insane over his precious little girl,” McCreuger snorts.
“Scent matched, dickweed,” Miles says, punching him again.
The world is slowly coming back into focus as Santo holds me, and I groan as my head throbs. McCreuger spits again, and I notice one of his teeth goes with it.
“Caelia.” A small voice says, pushing off from the wall. Addie’s cheeks are streaked with tears, and Santo loosens his hold on me so I can open my arms for her to fall into them. “I’m so sorry. Your poor face.”
Addie wraps her sweater around my waist to help cover me, my leggings and panties a scrap of ripped material lost somewhere on the ground.
“I’m fine,” I whisper, hugging her. “Miles, don’t kill him!”
My lack of clothing isn’t helping to override my alpha’s anger, and I know that he’s just going to have to allow himself to ride it out.
Miles kicks McCreuger down and I glance around Addie to see that he’s knocked out.
“He needs to pay for what he did to you,” Miles growls. “...And what he tried to do again. Who else, Caelia? Tell us.”
“I told him about Luis,” Addie says softly, pulling back from me. “You have to tell them.”
“Riley Barry guarded the door for them,” I sigh.
“I think that it’s time McCreuger confessed to the police then,” Miles grunts.
“I have paper,” Marilyn rasps, stepping forward.
She’s not wearing heels today, and I can’t believe no one noticed her.
Even Miles turns in shock, and she shakes her head.
“I’ll block off this hallway. No one will come down here.
Levon has to be losing his mind after I told him to hurry up.
I got way more than I bargained for when I opened the door to the locker room. ”
Santo snorts, shaking his head, and I can only imagine how many dicks Marilyn must have seen.
Handing Santo her clipboard and pen, she steps back and glares at McCreuger.