Kyra's POV
"Don't touch me!" I kicked my leg when one of the werewolves in front of me tried to touch my feet. They laughed devilishly again, and I could only look at them with disdain, knowing I was no match for them.
"Sylvia, we need to shift!" I screamed internally at my wolf.
"The pup..." Sylvia's voice was frantic. "If we shift now, the stress could—"
"Don't fight. Our Alpha gave us a chance to do whatever we want with you. Aren't you excited? We're gonna play."
"Shut up, ugly bastard!" I growled at him and spat in his face.
I thought he'd be mad, but he wasn't. Instead, he started laughing like a madman.
I screamed when he suddenly grabbed my arm and my bag flew to the ground. The pregnancy report scattered across the dirty floor, and one of them picked it up.
"Oh! The slut's knocked up!"
"Oh, really? We haven't played with pregnant she-wolves, right? This is making me so fucking horny."
