'Emilia? What the- How the fuck are you doing this?'
His hands started pawing at me again through my bra, hot tears falling down my face. He smirked when he saw my tears, leaning down so his disgusting mouth was right next to my ear.
"You shouldn't cry, it only turns me on more." I sent Andrew a picture of where I was, begging for him to come alone. It wasn't long before I sensed him, my tears falling harder as the disgusting Alpha began to fumble with his own belt and pants.
"Get off of her!" Andrew charged and took him by surprise, landing a right hook directly on his temple. The Alpha didn't last long, crumpling on the gravel as I tried to retain as much dignity as I could. I sobbed as Andrew held me, my head burying itself in his chest.
He hushed me, petting my hair as I cried desperately into him. I always wanted to be the badass everyone thought I was. I wanted to be the girl who partied and drank and barely did her homework.