Psycho B!tch (B!tches and Bastards Duet #1)

Chapter 1

Chapter one

Happy birthday to me!

Rosie

My body aches as it sways side to side, every jolt sending fresh pain through me. The man carrying me couldn’t care less if he’s hurting me. He and his friends already destroyed the girl I used to be tonight, leaving me feeling broken and unrecognizable.

Lifting my head takes more strength than I have, but I force my eyes open anyway, just enough to glimpse my surroundings.

Darkness. Night. My head drops back down, my vision spinning as my eyes snap shut again.

From the upside-down angle, I know I’m slung over his shoulder, but the shadows give me nothing.

I give my head a moment to settle and turn to my other senses.

His footsteps crunch against the ground—leaves, twigs, something brittle beneath his boots.

We’re somewhere in the woods, I’m guessing.

Cold air bites at my skin. I’d started the night fully dressed in a cute birthday outfit; now I’m left with nothing but torn scraps of fabric, useless against the late-fall chill.

With every step this asshole takes, my body jolts, pain ripping through whatever nerve endings I have left.

I feel like I’ve been hit by a train, dragged beneath it, crushed, and left behind.

I don’t know how long we’ve been walking, but I have a sinking feeling that it doesn’t matter because I’m not making it out of these woods alive.

Come on, Rosie.You survived the worst night of your life. You don’t get to give up now.Fight. Don’t let this be the end. You are not a weak Omega. Fight.

I scream the words inside my head, but my body barely responds. A useless twitch. Nothing more.

Most of tonight is a blur, fogged over by whatever they injected me with after I kicked one of the assholes in the dick.

Everything feels numb, distant, like I’m floating outside myself.

And yet, somehow, I still feel every place I was violated, every broken inch of me.

Their hands, tongues, lips, all gripping, grabbing, and marking.

Bile rises in my throat at the images flashing through my mind.

The man carrying me walks a little farther before finally stopping. He mutters something under his breath, then suddenly I’m lifted and dumped onto the ground like I’m nothing but trash. Pain flares hot and sharp as a strained hiss slips past my chapped, dry lips.

“Oh,” he says, amused. “You’re awake.” His hands move to his belt buckle.

“One last quickie wouldn’t hurt. I barely got a chance to enjoy that tight little pussy before.

” He chuckles to himself. “Well, I doubt it’s as tight as it was, but I bet that ass of yours is still tight as fuck.

” Through the dim moonlight I see him pull out his small dick and lick his lips like a dog savoring a bone.

He pumps himself a few times as his eyes take in my limp, ragged form.

A tear slips free from the corner of my eye.

I don’t know where the strength comes from; maybe it’s pure desperation, but I find it anyway. My throat burns as I force the words out, my voice barely more than a rasp. “P-please,” I whisper. “S-stop.” The words taste like ash on my tongue. But I don’t have anything else left to give.

He freezes for half a second. Then he laughs. It’s loud in the quiet of the woods, ugly and sharp, like he finds my fear entertaining. “You’re funny,” he says, taking a step closer. “After everything, you still think you get a say?”

My body screams at me to move, to crawl away, to fight back, to do something, but I’m useless. Nothing but dead weight on the forest floor. His shadow stretches over me, swallowing what little moonlight left there is.

Then a phone rings.

The sound is jarring, slicing through the moment like a blade. He curses under his breath, annoyance flashing across his face as he glares at me like this is my fault. He digs it out of his pocket, and for a terrifying second, I think he’s going to ignore it.

He doesn’t.

“What?” he snaps into the phone, pacing a few steps away. I can’t hear the voice on the other end, only the way his expression shifts from irritation to something tighter.

“Yeah,” he mutters. “I’m out by the old trail.”

A pause. Then a scowl in my direction.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He glances back at me, irritation flickering in his eyes, like I’m an inconvenience now. Whatever he hears next makes him swear again.

“Fuck, fine,” he says. “I’ll head back.”

The call ends, and for the first time all night, this moment feels like a fragile, impossible thing.

Something like hope.

Until he speaks.

“You know, we were all a little disappointed when you came over today and smelled like a basic Beta. You were promised to us as a sweet little Omega. What a shame. That could have been the only thing to have saved you. Alphas pay top dollar for a virgin Omega, and one that looks like you would have made us a shit ton.” He tucks away his dick and buttons up his pants, allowing me to breathe for half a second.

In the next second, the barrel of a gun is pointed right at me.

The breath I just took freezes in my lungs.

“It’s sad that so many Beta girls are killing themselves when they find out they aren’t an Omega.

You bitches are always so needy for an Alpha’s knot.

” He sneers, but that quickly morphs into a sinister grin.

“By the time anyone finds you, the animals will have had you. But don’t worry, this will be quick. ”

In the next blink of an eye, I hear it before I understand it.

A sharp crack splits the night, too loud and sudden, and for a split second my brain refuses to catch up. The impact hits next, a brutal force that steals the air from my lungs. Pain explodes through me, white and blinding, and I gasp, the sound tearing out of my chest.

The sky above me spins, stars blurring into streaks of light. My body won’t listen anymore. Won’t move. Won’t scream. Everything feels distant, like I’m sinking underwater. Footsteps retreat. There is no rush. No panic. Just the steady sound of him walking away, confident in what he’s left behind.

Then nothing but silence and the cold.

It seeps into my bones and wraps around me, heavier than the darkness pressing in from the edges of my vision.

I try to breathe. Try to stay awake. I tell myself I can’t die like this, not here, not now, but it’s useless.

The pain dulls, fading into a strange, terrifying numbness, yet I welcome it.

My final thought makes me almost want to laugh: so this is how my birthday ends.

Happy birthday to you, Rosie.

The last thing I feel is the forest floor beneath my cheek, damp and cold. Or is that just me? Then the world finally goes black.