hapter 17
“Alpha Thane, I forgot to mention–she’s a werewolf too, an Alpha,” Preston said with a cold edge.
“How? I don’t smell any wolf from her,” Thane muttered, approaching Georgia to sniff.
Her heart hammered in her chest. If Preston discovered her lost wolf, the punishments would escalate.
Preston himself frowned. He sensed no wolf aura on Georgia, and she hadn’t shifted despite the provocation.
“Maybe you’re too close. Her wolf is ignoring you,” Preston suggested with a shrug.
Without warning, Thane sprang forward, claws slashing toward Georgia.
She froze, fear draining the color from her face.
She couldn’t run–only limped backward a few shaky steps.
Too slow.
Thane’s claws caught the hem of her dress, dragging her down.
She fell hard.
His massive body pressed over hers, claws gripping her shoulders.
His muzzle hovered near her face, breath hot and ragged,
Laughter erupted around them at her humiliation.
But Thane wasn’t finished.
Baring sharp fangs, he snarled, “Alpha Preston said you’re a werewolf. You don’t need that costume. Shift.”
“I don’t dare,” Georgia’s voice trembled.
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“Don’t dare?” Thane mocked, pride dripping from his tone. “You look terrified. Not a werewolf–more like a dog.”
The crowd jeered, fueling the insult.
Preston’s brow furrowed. Georgia was the daughter of the Silver Stream Pack’s Alpha, bloodline strong and proud.
Faced with threats, an Alpha’s power should ignite.
But she remained still
Thane released her and swaggered aside, head held high, sneering, “If you’re a dog, why not learn to bark?”
A Shadow Eclipse member tossed a wad of cash to the floor in front of Georgia.
“Alpha Thane wants you to bark. Do it, and the money’s yours,” he taunted.
Georgia’s eyes flicked to the bills scattered across the floor.
Preston’s frown deepened as he watched her hesitation.
“Come on. Bark!” Thane urged, voice sharp.
Swallowing her shame, Georgia parted her lips and let out a shaky bark.
“Pathetic,” Thane sneered. “A weak Alpha–less than an Omega in our pack.”
He shoved the money closer. “They’re all yours. Pick them up.”
Conflicted, Georgia hesitated.
“Pick it up! Don’t want it?” Thane challenged.
“I want it,” she whispered, shame burning her cheeks.
“Then pick it up,” he said coldly.
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In the dim light, Georgia’s gaze dropped to the floor, her face ghostly pale.
But the money meant something–it was a ticket to freedom, even if it crushed her pride.
Lying prone, she reached out, trembling, and gathered the bills.
Thane watched, amusement flickering in his eyes.
He signaled to his packmates.
They produced more money.
Thane climbed a stool and scattered the cash around Georgia,
“As a dog, you should pick this up with your mouth, not your hands.”
Pain clenched her fists. Pride abandoned, but her spirit still resisted.
Preston observed from the shadows, hoping to break her entirely and force her back to the old Georgia-“Miss Cooper,”
Taking a deep breath, Georgia lowered her head and began to collect the money with her teeth.
Laughter filled the room as she crawled, desperate to retrieve every note.
She thought bitterly, This is nothing compared to werewolf prison. At least they haven’t punched me or bitten off my skin.
She had nothing left but to surrender her dignity to earn the means to escape.
“Alpha Thane, she looks like a female dog now,” one pack member mocked.
Thane approached, nostrils flaring in wolf form, catching the faint scent of werewolf on her.
“Didn’t expect you to be a true werewolf. You’re a rogue,” Thane spat “But weak and useless. You don’t belong in a pack You’ll only drag them down.”
Georgia lowered her gaze, silent.
Thane’s tail flicked against her trembling body.
Malice twisted his voice. “Alpha Preston, since she’s a rogue, can I take her back to my pack?”
Preston raised an eyebrow. “Too weak for a pack?”
“If she were one, yes. But as my slave? No problem.”
Thane’s words sent a chill through Georgia. She glanced up at him, pale and terrified.
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