Rejected My Alpha Mate

####WARNING This story will contain: Strong Sexual Content, Strong Language and Scenes that may be triggering, Viewer discretion is advised.#########

"Get away from me!"

I kick at the three men trying to hold me down and flail my arms as hard as I can. My fingertips have become claws as I try to reach for my inner wolf to shift in self-defense. I only just had my eighteenth birthday a week before; I haven't gotten good at shifting on my own yet and it is nowhere close to night much less a full moon so instinct alone won't let me shift.

'Rayne?'

I try to get my wolf to wake up in my mind.

'Rayne? Wake up!' I try again to call her.

One of the men has my arms stretched over my head while the other two have got my legs. I struggle against them, but it's useless without my wolf coming to my aid. I'm too small to cause much damage. They have me beaten with numbers as well as size.

A fourth man steps into my view with a clear glass in his hand. It's full of some kind of dark-colored liquid -Wine? Surely not blood!- and I can smell it from across the room. Its bitter odor stings my nose. I feel tears welling up in my eyes and I hate myself for them.

What good is crying going to do me?

"You do have spirit! I like that in a girl. Now drink this. Trust me: you'll like me better after some of our magic potion."

I don't know what he means. I do know I don't want whatever he has in the glass.

All my intentions to keep my mouth shut, to spit it out, to refuse to swallow, go away as he cruelly pinches my nose shut, cutting off my air.

I hold out as long as I can until my head aches and lights are flashing in my eyes from lack of oxygen.

The moment I open my mouth to take in a breath he is pouring the liquid between my lips, flooding my mouth, filling my throat, choking me. I gag and gasp and grunt to try to get air while getting rid of the rusty-tasting concoction.

a few minutes. Everything will seem so much better."

the men. It's still useless. I'm getting so hot. Why is it

school. I was grabbed off the sidewalk and thrown into

just might even let him have credit left over to hit the tables again. It isn't as if he'll pose much of a threat to the house. I doubt he could win if we rigged

when his hands move up my legs to raise my uniform skirt. I try to shout for help, but my tongue is thick and useless in my mouth. I can barely move my limbs as heat seems to be racing through

he mutters as his hands grasp my panties, dragging them down my thighs while I scream at the nothingness in my mind where my wolf usually waits, "You just lie there. I'll take care of you. I'll give

has beaded on my brow. I know I've been drugged. What was in the

finger forces its way inside me and I struggle

"Nnnn---"

No one in this

"Un-fucking-believable. She's pure."

what he means. I've only dated one boy before and all we'd done was kiss even though we were

is reddened with broken blood vessels over his wide, bulbous nose. His cheeks are more like jowls which wobble as

my chin between his thumb and forefinger, he leans down to kiss me. His lips are thick and wet as

finger out and traces my sex with it

am saving myself for my

man. I owe him big for you. I can't remember the last time I had a

know I have to fight harder or it wouldn't matter what I wanted for my first time because it was going to

finally find myself furious at the realization all this is

supposed to be my father! He'd sold me

burned hotter through my veins than whatever evil drug they'd forced on me. She's a strong wolf with an indomitable will. I feel her

our mate! He wants

up. I bite hard enough to taste blood and release him from my fangs quickly before the bloodlust can overtake my mind. I am a medium sized female with long limbs and the coloring of a timber wolf; I have been told I will grow larger as I get older. I