Chapter157: Sexy Runaway

*Emily* Goddess, this Alpha is so sexy. My body reacts to his touch as if an electric current is shooting through my nerves. My eyes are closed, but I picture his firm, defined muscles against my skin as I run my fingers down toward the sensitive area between my legs. Alpha Tristan is pure magic. “Ahh!” calls a voice, and it’s clearly not Alpha Tristan. “Yes! Yes!” A sharp slap whips across my face, forcing my eyes open. Shit. On top of me, with his crooked teeth exposed in a full smile and a gust of hot, stinking breath invading my breathing space, is Stephen. What a fucking disappointment. He slaps me again, hard, and laughs. It seems to be his new thing lately since those Alphas dragged me back to him, and I’ve been walking around with a big, ugly purple bruise on my cheek for days now. He thrusts in and out of me, but there’s barely a perceptible difference with his shriveled-up, useless cock. I’ve only been surviving this torture that he calls sex by closing my eyes every time and