Chapter 3: A Knight in Shinning Armour

Julie's POV: 

I felt my stomach churn as I watched everyone cheer for my execution. It was like a burden being lifted off their chest. 

It made it clear that my mere presence in the pack itself was enough to set anyone off. My own dad and brother , even though they were not my biological ones, too had a subtle smile on their faces knowing that they were going to get rid of me soon. 

My heart was shattered into a million pieces, with no way of healing it. My body felt like it was giving way as any hope of living escaped from it. 

As the crowd continued to cheer on for my demise, darkness began to consume my vision as I fell unconscious in the warrior's hands. 

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I could see a sliver of light enter my eyes as I groaned from the pain that continued to radiate from my body , especially from my crotch. 

My head throbbed like I had been hit by a truck as I managed to get myself to completely open my eyes. 

Finding myself laying on the grassy ground, I flinched hearing a couple of warriors near me. 

As I turned my head to the side. I found a large police van parked in front of me. It was being prepared to transport me to the execution grounds where I would breathe my last breath. 

I winched in even more pain when I realized that my hands were cuffed with silver cuffs. It was the only time I was grateful that I didn't have a wolf or else the silver cuffs would've burned through my skin. 

Dad along with Jayden, the Alpha King and his own pack members were not present, possibly enjoying the full moon feast before they could spectate my execution. 

I didn't know what I could do as I gazed hopelessly into the sky. "Mom, why did you leave me? I really need you. I've always needed you." I cried internally, my cheeks being chilled as tears didn't stop rolling off them. 

As the two warriors in my proximity began to get into the van to start it up, I realized that no one had their eyes on me. 

Even though I was terrified, I was even more terrified to die in the most cruel way that dad and Alpha King William had planned for me. 

They despised me so much that I knew they weren't going to give me an easy death. 

I mustered the tiniest bit of strength I had left in me before I footed myself as silently I could amidst the throbbing pain that continued to exist in me. 

Before the warriors could notice, I forced my feet to drag me away from the area. I screamed internally as each step felt like nails being hammered into me but I continued to push through, making my way into the forest. 

I knew I could no longer stay in the pack, it was a death sentence. I needed to run as far away as I could even though I didn't know where I was going. 

A couple of hours passed even though it felt like an eternity before I found myself near a stretch of road. I looked like a mess as sweat continued to trickle down my face and body. 

My hair was completely disheveled while my lips and skin turned pale amidst the freezing night. 

I didn't know where I was exactly but I was able to sigh a little bit of relief knowing that I was away from dad and the pack. 

Because of the dense forest located near the pack, the border was quite porous allowing me to escape. 

I didn't want to get captured so I kept going, hoping to reach a place far away from Silver Claw's borders. Knowing my dad, there would be warriors on the hunt for me already and the pheromones I keep on releasing constantly kept me in danger. 

"Ah!" I shrieked as my face bumped into something causing me to halt. I rubbed my nose before setting my gaze at what was in front of me. 

Though it was dark, the light of the moon allowed me to see the three towering men before me. 

I could feel my heart sink to the pit of my chest as I realized they were rogue wolves wandering in unclaimed territories. 

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" the tallest guy asked, running his fingers through his hair while the other two chuckled in unison. 

I kept silent as I didn't like the way they looked at me. They didn't appear friendly like most rogues however their eyes conveyed a sinister look.. the same look that Jayden gave me before attacking me.

"Come on baby girl, what's wrong? What are you doing out here all alone?" the tallest guy, pressed more questions as I took a step back away from them. 

"F*ck, she smells so f*cking good." the bald guy with a mustache moaned as he inhaled my pheromones. He attempted to put his arm around me but I retracted my step before he could do so. 

"Don't be afraid, baby girl. For a girl like you, the three of us can show you a great time." the tall guy said, grinning with yellowish teeth as I trembled internally, struggling to maintain my composure. 

Just then, the three of them cornered me like I was their prey, fear evident in my orbs that made them even more excited for me. I could tell they were drunk as alcohol reeked from them. The tall guy grabbed my wrist, forcefully guiding it towards his crotch. 

"You feel this eight inch d*ck, baby girl? I'm going to ram it in your tight h*le." he loudly declared, his eyes scanning every inch of my body. 

At that point, I couldn't allow myself to be used by them. I had already bore the brunt of losing my innocence to a man I didn't want… I couldn't allow it to repeat itself. 

"Leave me alone! Just stay away from me!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, my previous trauma fueling my voice. 

I pulled my arm away from his crotch and attempted to run in the other direction, but I was immediately overpowered as the tall rogue grabbed my body and pulled me towards his. 

"Oh you're gonna be like that, huh? Don't worry baby girl, we like a little challenge ourselves." he laughed, cupping my breasts while the other two grabbed my arms and legs. 

"No!! Don't! Let me go! Help!" I kept on repeatedly screaming as one of them began to unbuckle his pants. 

They laughed, distorting my blood curdling screams when suddenly a the sound of screeching tires filled the air as a grand sleek looking black car approached us. 

As the doors opened, my teary gaze fell on the handsome man exiting the car. Adorned in a light blue suit, he straightened up his tie and blazer before approaching us. 

I felt an intimidating aura surrounding his muscular frame as he cracked his neck, his piercing blue eyes fixated towards me. 

"Let go of her." a deep authoritative tone escaped his lips as he maintained his composure around the drunken rogues. 

Still holding onto me, the tall guy sneered, "Piss off fancy pants. You'll get your turn once we're done with her." 

As my sniffles filled the silent atmosphere, I could hear the man's knuckles crack as he formed his hands into fists. 

"Not before I'm done with you." he eerily remarked with a straight face. 

"What-" the tall rogue spoke up but before he could complete his question, the handsome man retracted his fist before swiftly delivering a hard punch on his jaw. 

The tall rogue's grip on me loosened as he crashed on the ground. Only the sounds of his painful moans escaping his lips. 

"Alright, who's next?" the handsome man asked as the other two rogues watched their friend turn unconscious. 

"You b*stard!" one of them exclaimed with rage as the two dropped me on the ground before lunging towards the handsome man. 

Fear rushed down my spine as I saw the two pull out knives from their pockets, wanting to stab the man who harmed their friend to death. 

However, to my surprise, without breaking a sweat, the handsome man successfully dodged their attacks before delivering his own blows. 

He raised his leg before kicking one of them directly in his stomach followed by a strike to the other's jaw using his elbow. 

I cringed in fright as the sound of bone cracking echoed in my ears. All three of the rogues were laying on the ground while the handsome man shook the blood off his knuckles. 

"Alpha King Brandon! Your Highness! Are you alright?" a lady with short hair and black suit ran towards us from the car asking with worry. 

"Perhaps ask our little friends here if they are before you ask me, Ruby." the handsome man replied coldly. 

My eyes popped out of their sockets when I heard the woman spill out his name. I felt my heart skip a beat as adrenaline coursed through my veins when I realized he was the notorious Alpha King of the north and the Black Fang Pack.

Universally, he was regarded as the most powerful and brutal Alpha King. No Alpha could dare even look into his eyes. I had heard a lot about him but never saw him in his own flesh and blood. 

As I continued to lay on the ground, I saw a pair of polished black shoes approach me. 

I lifted my head, only to find Alpha King Brandon staring at me. His bright blue orbs sparkled while his black neat stubble failed to cover up his intense jawline. 

Bending his knees to get closer towards me, he placed a single finger underneath my chin, lifting it up. 

"Are you oka-?" he began to ask but stopped midway, his mouth left agape as it felt like he gazed into my soul. 

I was puzzled for a moment, unable to comprehend what was going on in his mind. 

"Mate!" he suddenly exclaimed in a deep husky tone, forcing my heart to beat rapidly.