Cullen didn’t miss it either, he suddenly pushed her into the house, followed by his little group of enforcers. He motioned for them to have a look around and grabbed her by both arms, shaking her.
“You embarrassed me. I told people we were getting married and instead, you ran away like a scared little girl. Do you have any idea how that made me look? What sort of alpha let’s a stupid little bitch like you make a fool of him?”
“One that is so vile and disgusting that she feels she has no choice?” Kay snapped back.
She barely registered the motion with how quickly he responded, his hand crackling loudly against the side of her face and almost knocking her sideways. She tried to run toward the door, but he tackled her, pushed her down to the floor, and ripped at her clothes while simultaneously pulling off his belt.
“Should I just fuck you right here on the floor? Maybe I should shift and do you doggy style, a little fur on skin action. I bet you’re nice and tight still. I bet every hole would suit my big bear dick just right,” he spat down at her.
“Get off of me, you bastard!” she screamed, desperate for someone to hear her.
The only people who seemed to respond were the goons he had brought with him. They gathered back around, smirking as Cullen tore open her blouse and struck her bare stomach with the belt. The angry welt screamed fire. She screamed as he struck her again, all the while threatening her.
“Fuck you!” she screeched at him, wincing as the belt came down across her bare cleavage.
She fought to get free, but he kept striking her and growling threats. She thought about shifting, but she was no match for the four of them. There were better odds in her human screams being heard.
“I can’t wait till we are married little darling. I’m going to fuck you until your raw. You’re not fit to be a proper wife to anyone but me.”
He reached forward to restrain her and tie her up with rope, when suddenly there was a crash behind them.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Bradley yelled.
“Mind your own business, man,” one of the other shifters told him. “This is clan business.”
“Clan business? Since when does a clan come into the home of another clan to settle any kind of score?” Bradley barked, stepping closer to see who they had surrounded on the floor.
“Bradley,” Kay rasped, struggling to free herself again.
“Kay...,” he whispered, just before a blow struck him from one side and sent him careening sideways to hit the floor.CHAPTER SEVENTEEN“Kay, run!”
She wasn’t sure where they had come from, but a flood of shifters came through the front door. Cullen and his thugs were distracted by Bradley, leaving her laying there on the floor in shock. She wasn’t even sure who had yelled at her, but it was enough to get her up and moving. She leaped toward the stairs only to find herself falling forward, a hand clasped around her ankle.
Her body pitched forward, colliding with the hard floor beneath her. She felt the sharp crack of her head against it. Everything was fuzzy as she felt herself being pulled backward and then the sound of cracking bones filled the room, followed by a growl that send a chill down her spine. She was vaguely aware of being lifted, carried toward the stairs and then blackness.
“Go find the medical kit we kept on hand for Walter and get back in here,” a woman’s voice was saying. It was familiar, but in her current state, she couldn’t quite figure it out and her vision was too blurry to see.
There was some rattling from nearby, many of the supplies from Walter’s illness still stored in the walk-in closet that was situated in the master bedroom. She could hear the large tin box being opened and packages being ripped open. Then, the sting of alcohol on her skin.
“You’ll be fine, Kay. The doctor is on his way to check your head. Stay awake for me until he gets here, okay? Can you hear me?” the woman was saying.
Kay tried to nod her head, but it felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. Still, it seemed to be enough.
“Good. You have some cuts and bruises, but I don’t see anything that won’t heal on its own. I don’t think you’ll need any stitches anywhere, but the doctor will make the final call on that.”
“Bradley,” Kay managed to croak, trying to get up from the table.
“No. You are in no condition. Bradley will be fine. The pack is sorting all that out.”
She was vaguely aware of a knocking at the door and a man’s voice saying something she couldn’t make out. Someone opened the door and footsteps approached her.