Calliope’s POV

“I’m on my way home Mom. Don’t worry.” I say through the phone trying to fit my books in my bag.

“Hurry up okay? It’s Getting dark out, I don’t want anything happening to you.” She says worriedly.

I furrowed my eyebrows. She is not usually like this but I assured her I’d be home safe and as soon as I can then she hang up.

I look up and the sky is unusually dark.

“I don’t have my umbrella with me.” I mumbled to myself as I think It was going to rain. That’s why I decided to take the dark alley, even though it’s creepy to look at and walk by it, it’s my only choice as it was the easiest way home.

I was halfway through when I felt scared. This is the first time, walking in this part of the alley, I have ever felt this way. The air seems to change, I felt cold all of a sudden and I shiver.

I walked faster. Then, I hear a familiar voice

“Walking at this hour alone?” a deep raspy but somehow alluring voice came ringing in my ears. Although it may sound good to me, I felt a shiver down my spine hearing that same voice.

I felt scared still. I was about to run when I bump into a very hard wall.

“Ouch!” I say rubbing my forehead.

I look up and it was Andrew Miller.

I was stunned and of course, scared. Why is he here? Isn’t he supposed to be somewhere else? Am I dreaming? Of all place why would I meet him here, in this neighborhood again? All I want is to live peacefully and spend my last year happy in school.

I sighed. My entire life is anything but peaceful, but after he left, it became what I wanted it to be. No one else bothered me.

I’m Calliope Cassiel, 17. All my life I was bullied by Andrew Miller, the next in line for Alpha. I don’t know why he hated me, I didn’t even know what I did wrong. Just one day, he started to make my life a living hell.

He did everything he could to ruin my childhood and teenage years. And I hate that I can’t do anything about it. I hate that I let him do anything to me.

I endured everything he did, until he had to leave last year because of a family issue. Since the day he left, I was living a life, I never thought I would be living. I was relieved when I found out he left, I know he’ll be back but not anytime soon.

And I was hoping that as soon as he gets back, I’m out of this town. This pack for good. But he’s back. Why did he have to come back and ruin my life again?

While I was questioning everything in my life again, he took my by my wrist hard, and it hurt and slammed my back against the wall.

His body pressed against mine tightly. “Answer me!” he shouts at me but I somehow forgot he called for me earlier and that I thought I was dreaming.

“Le---Let me go.” I say bravely as I could looking into his dark grey eyes.

Which was weird that I just noticed how wonderful they are but I can’t seem to register why was he here. And ruining my life, that I thought was already fine.

“I asked you why are you here walking alone” he says a little bit with anger and touching my face and I stepped back.

“Andrew, let me go.” I begged but with a little anger in my voice, once I said that his eye color changed. I don’t if because he’s angry or what but I don’t care. I just want to go home. Where I know I’m safe.

Clearly, my threat was just nothing to him. He smirked.

His other hand holding both of my wrist and the other roams around my body. Which was weird that I find it somehow exciting.

Then his hand, suddenly goes a little further down, dangerously low. Once I felt, his fingers on my panties, I gasped.

I tried to resist but he was stronger and faster than me. His fingers went in and rubbed my bud.

Again, I don’t why he was doing this to me. I kept asking myself, why? Why did he hate me so much? What did I do, to make him hate me this much? I think yes….No. He hates me, not only an “I think”. He really hates me. But why did he have to bully me this way?

Bully me by teasing me by touching my body? I tried to resist him over and over again but somehow, my resistance, seemed to reciprocating his moves toward me.

Seeing my reaction to his touch, he sneered. Then he went faster with teasingly pinching and rubbing my bud. He let go of my wrist and I hang onto his shoulders hard as I felt my legs getting weak.

His other hand that was once on my wrist was now on my waist holding me in place, so he could do more of what he wanted to do.

“Mmmm, No..” It was supposed to tell him to stop, but instead it came out wrong, it came out not the way I want it to be. A moan, a loud moan, that I was suppressing as I didn’t want him to assume that I was enjoying it. I didn’t, but my body says otherwise.

After letting a loud embarrassing moan. He finally took his finger out and let me go. He licks his fingers, while looking into my eyes, smirking. He looks like, so very proud of himself, to what he has done.

I was panting and tears are starting to blur my eyes. I was so embarrassed about what just happened, so I started running home.

“See you tomorrow in school…Bunny” he shouts from behind. I felt a chill on my spine.