The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 21: Chapter 21

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mention of s****l assault. Please do not read if this might prove triggering to you. Jordan POV
I scramble to my feet and eye the exit with a panicked expression on my face as the boys all smirk at me. There are six of them and only one of me. It doesn’t stop me from making a mad dash for the door, but Mitchell grabs me before I can go past him and shoves me backward. I hit the lockers with a loud thud and cry out.
“Help” I scream but the noise is muffled by the sounds of the showers running and the door is firmly closed.
“No one’s coming Jordan,” Mitchell says cruelly, a hard glint in his eye as he advances towards me “Jaxon is being distracted as we speak. By the time we’re through with you, it will be far too late” he sneered.
“Jaxon will kill you for this” I warned, tears trailing down my cheeks “he won’t let you get away with this.”
“Do you really think he’ll start a war between our pack and his, over some lowly omega that’s as pathetic as you just because you’re friends?” Mitchell laughed with derision.
I flinched. He pinned me between the lockers and himself, his friends watching in the background. He grabbed my chin with one hand, his fingers digging painfully into my skin as I hissed in pain.
“I don’t get what he sees in you” Mitchell growled “but I’m willing to bet you’ve spread your legs for him like a f*****g slut for him to be this obsessed with you. Let’s find out just how good you really are” he snarled.
My body shook in fear. I tried to push him away and he slammed the back of my head into the locker. I let out a whimper. My head was throbbing. I felt a trickle of what felt like blood running down my neck. He bent his head down and mashed his lips against mine as I gagged and fought the urge to vomit, his lips forceful against mine and rough, his tongue inching its way inside my mouth as I felt revulsion wash over me. This was far worse than anything I could have ever imagined. My first kiss was stolen from me, by a boy who despised my very existence, during a s****I assault. I sobbed as he pulled away, licking my lips and turning to grin at his mates.
“She tastes sweet” he declared with a huff of laughter, “now how about we see what’s underneath that hoodie” he suggested as the other boys let out whoops and hollers with no regard whatsoever for my feelings as I stood there, paralyzed, unable to move.
Mitchell turned back to me. He grabbed the hem of my hoodie. “Let’s see what you’re hiding underneath here” he murmured.
He pulled it up and over my head, throwing it into the corner of the room. I wore a simple sweatshirt beneath it, one that clung tightly to my breasts and skimmed my stomach. I hadn’t put an overflowing one on for once, assuming I’d be wearing the hoodie all day and be covered by that. Mitchell’s eyes lit up and he let out a low whistle.
“Would you look at her breasts?” he said with a chuckle as the other boys nodded, feasting their eyes on me. He reached forward and cupped one of them, squeezing it roughly as I gave a loud howl.
“I think I’d like a feel” murmured a tall brunette football player, stepping forward. He grabbed my breast and cupped it in his hand, groaning in pleasure as I cringed, the feeling of his hand disgusting to me. Shudders ratcheted through my body. He stepped back and was replaced by another one.
“Please, stop” I shrieked, trying to cover my breasts with my hands.
Mitchell angrily slapped my hands away. “Just for that” he snarled, grabbing my shirt and letting his claws grow, ripping my shirt down the front and exposing my bra to them.
I felt so degraded standing there as they surrounded me, looking me up and down.
Mitchell looked at the brunette football player “Hold her arms up” he muttered.
He obliged. My breasts thrust forward. Mitchell ripped my bra down, exposing my bare breasts as I cried uncontrollably. He grabbed the n****e and twisted it. It hurt. “Stop” I screamed “Stop” I sobbed.
“Shut up b***h” Mitchell snapped, slamming my head into the locker again and causing my legs to buckle “or I’ll knock you unconscious and take you anyway.”
I swallowed hard. He knelt and took my shoes off and ripped my socks off as I trembled. I tried to kick him and he stood back up abruptly and punched me in the midsection, making me scream in pain.
He ripped my pants down and pulled one leg, and then the other up, before tossing them aside.
I was really beginning to panic now. Any minute the bell would ring, I thought hopefully. Surely there was a gym class next? Mitchell smirked. “We made sure that there was no gym class for the rest of the afternoon” he smirked “So if you’re hoping that will make us stop then you’re in for a shock”
I looked at him horrified. How had they managed that? Did no one get suspicious? Or, which was far more likely, did no one give a flying f**k what the football players did?
“Grab her legs, put her on the wooden bench” Mitchell instructed hoarsely “You keep holding her arms” he instructed to the brunette who held on tightly as two other football players grabbed my legs, dragging me kicking and screaming over to the wooden bench. They deposited me roughly onto my back. I flailed around, but my arms were held firmly above my head and Mitchell used his legs to pry mine apart, his thighs like concrete steel. Oh god. No, please no.
“Don’t do this” I beg, my eyes watering and my body quivering “Please, I’ve done nothing to you.”
“You should be thanking us. I bet you’ve never been f****d so good as you’re about to be now” Mitchell grunted, his lip curling back.
“Nonoo” I screamed hysterical as he slowly reached down and began to undo his zipper, his eyes locked on mine the whole time, a sadistic smile on his face.
They were really going to go through with this. I couldn’t believe it. A small part of me had hoped it was a prank. A horrible, extremely mean prank, but a prank nonetheless. I had been so wrong.
He freed his member and I closed my eyes and looked away, unable to bear it anymore. My body slumped in defeat. His fingers hooked beneath my panties and I took deep shuddering breaths. I willed myself to think of something, anything else. Whatever it took to survive what was about to happen.
“Hurry up Mitchell, we ain’t got all day man” snapped one of the other boys.
“Hold your horses, everyone will get a turn” snapped Mitchell.
I tensed. Suddenly the door to the locker room crashed open and my eyes flew open. Jaxon and Grant stood there, grim looks on their faces. “Get the f**k away from her” Jaxon snarled, his eyes turning black.
Mitchell backed away, hastily tucking his d**k back into his pants and doing up the zipper, eyeing Grant with a sly smile on his face. The guy holding my arms let go with a curse and backed away. I sat up and covered my breasts with my hands as I sobbed.
“Son of a b***h” roared Jaxon.
Mitchell just smirked. “You kill us and you’ll only be starting a war,” he said turning to Grant who had yet to say anything, his eyes dark and his hands clenched into fists “Isn’t that right Grant” he appealed to his friend, a gleam in his eyes.
Jaxon hesitated, but Grant didn’t. He strode over to Mitchell and as the others stared in shock, he twisted Mitchell’s head and broke his neck, dropping his body to the ground.
“Alpha Grant” stammered one of them only to fall silent as Grant glowered at him.
Jaxon was busy sniffing. He viewed the brunette male who’d held my hands down with an icy stare. He darted forward and tore his throat out with his claws, the boy clutching at his throat before dropping to the ground.
“I smelt her scent on you, you bastard” he hissed, kicking the dead body as blood pooled around it.
“But, you can’t kill us, it’s against the law. Now we can start a war against you” stammered another football player, looking desperate now that two of his mates were dead.
Grant eyed him scornfully. “He’s lucky I didn’t kill him. How many of you other bastards touched her” he growled “How many?” he roared as they flinched.
They stayed silent as I sat there sobbing. Jaxon approached me hesitantly. I tightened my arms around my breasts and cried harder. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around me, holding it closed. “Jordan” he whispered and I leaned my head against his chest as he sat beside me, pulling me onto his lap and rocking me back and forth “I’m so sorry I didn’t get here sooner” he whispered apologetically “If I had known…” he trailed off.
Grant was looking at Jaxon with a strange expression on his face. It was almost like envy. But that had to be my imagination. As it was he was coming across as extremely protective of me considering that he didn’t even like me. I was too traumatized to question it too much.
“Who else touched her?” Grant asked again, his eyes black and never leaving their faces. The four remaining shook their heads.
“None of us did” one blurted out.
My head shot up and I glared at them. “Liar” I shouted, “you all touched me.”
Grant let out a low growl. The rest of them trembled. He eyed me, his eyes softening for a moment. “Did they rape you?”
I shook my head, feeling miserable. “You got here just in time” I whispered, Jaxon still clutching me securely as Grant nodded quietly.
“See,” said one of the boys unwisely “no harm, no foul.”
Jaxon slowly placed me off his lap. Grant moved towards them, but Jaxon was faster. He grabbed the boy’s arm and twisted it behind his back, dislocating it. He then proceeded to move in front of him and kick him hard in the balls, causing the guy to scream out loud and double-over sobbing.
Grant strode over to another one, grabbed his hand, and stared deep into his eyes, crushing it. I winced as I heard the sounds of bones breaking. The two left looked like they wanted to bolt, and I eyed them maliciously. Jaxon stomped on another one’s foot, breaking it, and shoved his head into a nearby locker and Grant took care of the last one, punching him unconscious with a sudden show of rage. Neither Grant nor Jaxon broke a sweat.
“If you ever touch Jordan again I’ll kill you” Jaxon promised with venom in his voice.
“The same goes for me” Grant hissed, shocking me with his vehemence.
The boys all nodded and then scrambled for the exit. Jaxon came back to my side, while Grant stood back. “Where are your clothes?” he asked quietly.
I pointed. Grant turned his back. Jaxon dressed me like a child, helping me into my pants while I pulled my bra up and took the ripped fragments of my shirt off. He pulled my hoodie back on top of my head and then put my socks and shoes on for me as I sat there numbly. My body wouldn’t stop shaking and Jaxon eyed me worriedly, cursing as he saw the blood on the back of my head.
Grant turned back around in time to see Jaxon bite into his wrist and offer it to me again. I drank, too weary and exhausted to protest, my head hurting immensely.
“She means a lot to you, doesn’t she,” Grant said sounding upset as Jaxon eyed him confused.
“Of course, she does. Why else would I give her blood” he told Grant and Grant nodded thoughtfully and then turned and headed out without another word.
I looked at Jaxon as he pulled his wrist away, licking my lips. He stroked my hair. “I don’t want to go out there” I whispered “I just want to go home” I pleaded.
“You have to go out there to get outside” Jaxon pointed out as my face whitened “god I hope Grant gets this mess cleaned up because I don’t have the authority to. Technically it happened in his pack” he muttered. He glanced at me and then picked me up. “My bag” I remembered, “in the cafeteria.”
“I’ll get it once I’ve put you in my car” he murmured, heading out into the hallway which was thankfully empty due to everyone being in class “I promise.”