Don't Do This, Please

**Gwen**

"Who's there?" I shouted to the empty street, my voice trembling in the frigid night air.

Only the hollow echo of my own words answered back. I had been walking for nearly an hour, navigating the poorly illuminated streets that led to my neighborhood. For the past ten minutes, a creeping, instinctual sensation of being watched clawed at my frayed nerves. Every shadow seemed to stretch toward me, and every gust of wind sounded like following footsteps in the oppressive, heavy silence of the night. I wrapped my thin cardigan tighter around my torso, desperate to calm my racing mind with the hollow reminder that the safety of my home was just minutes away. *You watch far too many horror movies, Gwen,* my inner voice mocked, trying to rationalize the sudden spike of adrenaline pumping through my veins. I wanted to stop, to let my eyes roam over the flickering streetlamps and search the dark corners for the source of my dread. Instead, I sucked in a sharp breath, lowered my head, and forced my legs to move faster over the cracked pavement. I was almost home. I was safe. I wasn't in any real danger.

Then, out of nowhere, a massive, heavy hand gripped my waist.

A second calloused hand instantly clamped over my mouth, stifling the piercing scream that tore up my throat. Before my brain could even register the attack, my captor dragged me roughly backward. My heels scraped uselessly against the pavement as he pulled me into a pitch-black, suffocating alleyway that reeked of damp brick and rotting garbage.

"Well, well, look what we got here," a deep, grating voice taunted above me. The terrifying figure in the shadows spun me around and pinned my back against the wall, grinning down with a chilling sense of amusement. "A little scared hare, aren't you? Pretty one, at that."

His predatory gaze shamelessly dropped to my chest, staring openly at my breasts heaving with panic. A sick, churning feeling twisted in my gut. I knew exactly what this monster wanted from me. As his twisted smile widened, his elongated canines dropped down, protruding sharp and deadly past his cracked lips. My breath hitched in pure terror. He wasn't human.

He gripped my waist tighter, his fingers digging painfully into my hips, and forcefully pulled my struggling body flush against his hard frame. There was zero space left between us; I could feel every line of his muscular chest. He leaned his filthy face deep into the crook of my neck, taking a long, deep inhale of my skin, and let out a guttural growl of sickening delight.

"If I had known human fear smelled so incredibly arousing, I would have fucked many more of them before finally catching you," he rasped against my skin, letting out a vicious, ugly laugh that froze the blood in my veins.

Before I could process the terror of being trapped alone in an alley by a rogue shifter, a second male figure materialized instantly from the darkness. He moved with a supernatural speed no human could ever possess.

The blonde newcomer eyed me with raw, undisguised hunger. "Garek! We have been looking everywhere for you," he complained, stepping closer into the dim light bleeding from the street. "Looks like you even caught a snack. Won't you bother to share with your closest friends? I'm so disappointed."

I squeezed my eyes shut, my body paralyzed with fear. My captor, Garek, was a mountain of solid muscle with charcoal hair and a sick, sadistic grin plastered across his face. The blonde shifter, Corbin, was slightly shorter but still towered over my small human frame. They stood in the filthy alleyway, two literal monsters casually arguing over my impending rape as if I were nothing more than a piece of meat left out for the taking.

"What if I didn't intend to share?" Garek roared in defiance. He shoved me backward, crushing my spine against the cold, rough brick wall with such immense force that the air blasted out of my lungs in a sharp gasp. "This one is mine. I found and caught her without any help. It's fair that I enjoy my victory alone."

Corbin whined pathetically, crossing his arms and throwing a desperate look at his friend. "Come on, man, just let me taste this one. I'll gladly share my next one with you. We're friends. Sharing is caring." He glanced at me again, his eyes devoid of a single ounce of remorse for the brutal assault they were planning.

"I said no," Garek snapped, his dark eyes shooting a lethal glare at the blonde. "You go find another one. This human is solely mine. Don't piss me off. The Haze is about to start any minute now, and I won't stop until I split this bitch in half. You won't have anything left to play with anyway, so why waste your time?"

Corbin groaned in frustration, taking another step toward us. "I suggest a fair share for us. You go last. You're the most primal of us. I'll just try her out. A quick tasting, if you will, and then I leave. After that, you can kill her. She's the only pussy within a five-mile radius. Give us a break, Garek! I'll owe you big time."

I opened my eyes, frantic, looking back and forth between the two beasts negotiating the terms of my sexual assault right in front of my face. My mind raced, desperate for an escape route, but my limbs felt like lead. Even one shifter was a death sentence. Two meant I was going to be brutalized and killed on this dirty concrete. Tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and fast, blurring my vision.

"Fine," Garek growled, bringing me back to the devastating reality of my situation. "You owe me a share from the next three catches you get. Deal?"

"Deal," Corbin smirked, rubbing his hands together.

Garek leaned in close, his sharp fangs grazing the shell of my ear. "Don't dare to fight back," he whispered, a cruel, graphic warning dripping from his tongue. "If you do, this will only hurt more. If you are a good girl, I might make you feel good. No promises." He bit down lightly on my earlobe, sending a jolt of revulsion straight to my core.

Corbin chuckled, visibly amused by the raw panic swimming in my eyes.

Without another word of warning, Garek extended his razor-sharp claws. He grabbed the fabric of my blouse and shredded it with one effortless swipe, exposing my chest to the biting night air. They moved in terrifying unison. Garek hoisted me up by my shoulders while Corbin grabbed the waistband of my pants, ripping the zipper down and yanking my jeans down to my ankles in one sharp, brutal motion.

I kicked my legs, thrashing and screaming, but the sounds died muffled in the back of my throat. My human strength was nothing against them. They callously dragged me down, slamming my bare back into the unforgiving concrete of the alley floor.

Garek used his immense strength to pin both of my wrists above my head with just one hand, his grip like an iron vice. Corbin hastily unzipped his own pants, freeing his cock, and dropped his body weight directly between my bare legs. As his rough hands dug into my thighs to spread me wider, I squeezed my eyes tightly shut. I sobbed uncontrollably. Stripped of my ability to fight back, I resigned myself to the devastating reality. I had lost.

Then, the crushing weight between my legs vanished.

Corbin was ripped away from my body. Feral, vicious snarls echoed loudly in the distance, immediately followed by a heavy, sickening thud against the brickwork. A wet, pathetic whimper pierced the darkness of the alley.

I scrambled to open my tear-filled eyes, gasping for air. Garek snapped his head up, unbothered by the sudden commotion.

"Are you done playing hide and seek, Corbin?" Garek asked mockingly. He tightened his grip on my wrists, his fingers digging so hard into my fragile bones I thought they might snap. "Get your ass over here, or I'm taking the human all to myself."

From the deep shadows near the mouth of the alley, Corbin’s cracked, pain-filled voice bled out. "T-this... Garek... I-it's illegal... We... we can't..." he stuttered weakly, sounding like he was choking on his own blood.

Ignoring his friend's agonizing state, Garek let out a booming laugh. He grinned down at me, displaying his half-rotten, yellow teeth in the dim light. He looked deranged—dirty, ragged clothes, dark bags under his eyes, and a wild, crazy gleam dancing in his pitch-black orbs. Smoothly, Garek shifted his weight and took Corbin's abandoned place between my legs.

"Fine by me!" Garek sadistically declared. "More for me to taste and enjoy."

He wasn't covering my mouth anymore. I finally found my voice.

"Please, don't. Stop, don't do this, please," I sobbed, begging for mercy, pleading with him to spare me and let me go.

But my tears only fueled his twisted desires. Garek smiled wider, his fangs glinting in the dark. He manically declared how much he loved seeing the raw pain reflecting in my eyes, demanding that I beg him more.

Suddenly, without any warning, an unseen force yanked Garek backward.

I gasped, shrinking into the dirty ground. A masked, heavily muscled stranger slammed the rogue shifter against the brick wall with a devastating impact that shook the ground beneath me. Garek thrashed wildly, snarling and snapping his jaws like a trapped, rabid animal, fighting desperately to break free. But the mysterious man remained terrifyingly silent.

With a single, unreadable glance cast toward my trembling form, the stranger grabbed Garek by the head. In one fluid, effortless motion, he snapped the werewolf's neck with a brutal twist. The loud, sickening crack echoed off the alley walls. Garek's lifeless body dropped onto the cold concrete like a discarded ragdoll.

I lay half-naked on the filthy ground, shivering uncontrollably as I stared up in horror at my towering savior. He had just effortlessly killed a deadly shifter without breaking a single sweat. Panic surged hot and fast through my veins. Was he here to finish what the other two had started? Was he going to rape me? Or did he intend to kill me next?

The masked man turned toward me. He approached my battered form slowly, his heavy steps cautious. I scrambled backward, hugging my bare arms over my exposed chest, my heart hammering against my ribs. He towered over me, a massive mountain of pure muscle beneath his dark clothes. His face was hidden beneath a dark mask, but his eyes locked onto mine. They seemed to hold strange, incomprehensible emotions that I couldn't decode in my panicked state.

He lowered his massive head, crouching down beside me. The intense, radiating heat of his large body washed over my shivering, freezing skin. I braced myself for the strike, for his rough hands to tear at my remaining clothes and force my legs apart.

Instead, he reached for the collar of his heavy raincoat. With a swift, surprisingly gentle motion, he pulled it off his wide shoulders and dropped it over my bare, trembling frame. The thick fabric engulfed me, carrying his intoxicating scent and raw warmth.

He straightened his posture, looming tall over me one last time.

"Go home!" he commanded in a deep, authoritative voice that vibrated right through my bones.

Before I could utter a single word of gratitude or ask who he was, he turned his back on me and disappeared seamlessly into the impenetrable shadows.