Chapter 165 
Biancha POV 
Chaos swirled around, making it hard for me to think clearly as I tried to grasp desperately for anything solid to anchor myself. And my stability in the tempest was Toren, who was holding me from behind, my back pressed against his chest. I was shivering, feeling panicky, feeling like a wave of anxiety crashing over me. 
Toren’s chest vibrated with a menacing growl. 
Why were all these people behaving madly? And what did they mean by saying that I was theirs? Their eyes were full of lust, their demeanor feral. It was as if they all wanted to pounce on me and take a flesh of me, or pin me down on the table and take chances fucking me. 
“You take one step more and I’ll fucking rip your throats off!” Toren said in an animalistic voice that would have frozen the shit of a normal human, but the men in front of me were still looking at me with desire. Toren took a step back with me. From the corner of my eye, I saw my employer, James and Nina come out. They sensed the situation was going to turn nasty. 
“What is going on?” James‘ voice boomed in the air. “If you don’t fucking leave now, I am going to call the police!” he shouted. “And don’t fucking mess with me!” 
The homies looked at him, and then back at me, but the man who was with his girlfriend didn’t even blink an eye as he continued to stare at me. Sweat lined my skin. I saw that most men gritted their teeth. They glared at Toren as if they would tear his head off to take me from him. Nothing made sense. 
Suddenly, the man stepped forward and grabbed my wrist. I yelped in fear and twisted my hand to release it from his grip. Toren practically snarled at him, and I was sure that he showed his sharp canines. 

“I said, get out!” James shouted. But no one budged. 
The homies spilled out of their seats and came to stand in front of us. “Come with us, girl,” a boy said. “This bastard behind you will fuck you brutally for another notch on his bed. We will at least fuck you and pleasure you.” 
Toren spun me and shoved me behind his back, and with a feral snarl, he attacked the boy. I screamed, grabbing Toren’s shirt to stop him, but his shirt tore and came in my hand. The man lunged at me, but before I could get to him, I saw a fist flying and connecting with his jaw. The man tumbled to the ground with a groan and blood dripping down his nose. I whipped my head to see that it was Aiden. “Quick,” he shouted. “Run to the car!” 
I was shaking so hard that I didn’t know if I could run. The whole bar turned into a fight arena. James punched another boy who was trying to get to me. Toren pummeled the first boy and then he turned his attention to the two boys who were coming for me. With a brutal force, he seized their collar, yanked them back, and slammed their skulls together. With a loud, painful grunt, the two dropped to the floor, their hands on their heads. The girl, who had come with her boyfriend, screamed and ran out of the restobar. 
Within a few minutes, the whole place was quiet, with just the four of us looking at the bodies lying in pain around us. James looked from Toren to Aiden to me and then back to Toren. “Take her away right now!” he seethed. “I’ll get the boys to clean this mess.” 
I didn’t know which boys he was going to get, but Toren held my hand and dragged me out of the door with Aiden following us. It all looked like I was transported back in time, when people would fight around me and then my father would beat me severely. I didn’t know what was my fault then, and I didn’t know what was my fault now. Totally clueless and helpless, I just allowed him to beat me. And if I protested, Karen would hold me from behind while he beat me. 
“Wh–where are you taking me?” I asked panicky, wriggling my wrist to get free. He gripped it firmly and just continued to drag me to his car. Aiden opened it and he shoved me inside. He rushed to the other side and revved up the engine. As the car sped out of the street, I glanced at him. His knuckles had turned white out of rage as he tightened them around the wheel. “Please, where are you taking me?” I asked, shrinking away from him. “Don’t-” abuse me. Don’t beat me. “Please drop me here.” Please. The world was closing around on me. I just couldn’t handle more emotional or physical abuse. 

Except these boys only protected me. If they wanted, they could’ve abused me any time. However, they only protected me, made sure that I was safe. It was like they were there when I needed them. My eyes welled with tears as they drove me into an unknown future. Would James allow me to work back in his restobar? How will I survive now? This was my only hope left. Where would I go from here? So many thoughts swirled in my mind that a sob worked its way out. I lowered my head, slapped my mouth with my hand, and cried silently. 
We came to a stop in front of a hotel where Toren screeched the car to a stop. He jumped out and was there to open the door for me. As soon I was out, he caught my hand and pulled me with him with Aiden following. Their gazes darted everywhere as if to see if anyone was watching us. This was a scandal in the making. I was sure that boys and that man would complain to the police, and the detectives would come looking for us. What they had done was a full–fledged crime. But it wasn’t their fault. Those boys wanted to rape me. So was it my crime? 
No, it wasn’t. Yet guilt overwhelmed me. 
Toren stopped only when he reached his room on the top floor. Aiden opened the door and the moment Toren was inside the room, he slammed the door shut. He pulled me to his chest, spun me and pressed me against the door with his body. I stared into his eyes, not confused, but scared. He wedged his thigh between my legs, his hips pinning me to the door. He banged his fists on my either side, caging me. His chest was rising and falling as he continued to stare at me, like he would reach my soul. 
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“You are not going back over there. Ever,” he growled, which came out as a command. And his Alpha aura spilled, making me wince, making me submit to him. Surprise blasted in my chest. Toren had Alpha blood. Was he an Alpha of a pack or was he the son of an Alpha? 
“That’s the place I work,” I said, my voice barely audible. 
“I said, you aren’t going there. Because if someone tries to touch you again, I’ll bloody kill them!” 
I blinked my eyes once, then twice. “Wh–what?” 
“You heard me,” he growled. 
From the corner of my eye, I saw Aiden shaking his head and disappearing into a room, leaving us alone. “You can’t command me,” I blurted. “I don’t know you, you don’t know me, so-” My mouth snapped shut, not because he let out a dangerous growl, but because he slammed his lips on mine with a dangerous growl that reverberated through me, its heat pooling right between my legs. Toren kissed me like a man who had found an oasis in the desert. He forced open my mouth with his tongue and delved it inside, exploring my mouth with abandon. And by goddess 

it. 

— 
I loved 
I opened up for him like a flower to sunshine. As if on instinct, my hands pushed against his chest. Those muscles rippled beneath his taut skin as he chewed my bottom lip and then again forced his tongue inside my mouth. I could feel his urgency, his desperation to fill me, to feel me. His cock hardened in his jeans painfully, tenting them. He took my hand to his cock and wrapped it over it, and covered my hand with his. The pool in my belly turned into fire. I needed something. I needed him. I needed him to need me. Things were getting out of control. 
Was this a dream? No. This was reality. This was my first kiss. 
We were both out of oxygen when we pulled away. He rested his head over mine as we both gasped for air. “Fuck!” he rasped. 
Yeah. Fuck. What was this? And what happened back in the restobar? 
“You aren’t going back there again, Biancha,” he said, now pleading. 
“She can’t go,” Aiden said, checking his phone. “I got a call from James. We have to keep her hidden for a few days until this incident fades.” 
Toren’s lips pulled up in a smirk. “Now you have to stay here.” 
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