Rory's POV
I kicked out with my paws, I scratched with my claws. I tried to bite and maul, but these men were so strong. So much stronger than me. My body was not made for fighting. Unfortunately, my body was made for little more than f*****g. f*****g, nurturing, and birthing.
Their hands gripped my fur and body and dragged me farther and farther away from my home. Home. The Royal Pack was my home, and I tried with every fiber of my being to get back.
“Hold the f**k still, stupid mutt.” the larger male growled and gripped the nape of my neck like a dog would her pups. I felt his nails extend into his wolf's claws and pierce the skin, and I couldn't help but yelp in the shock of pain I felt.
“Put it the f**k on her, Jones!”
Jones, the alpha of the little group, came at me with somethin
