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  Hidden Park

  Freeing Londyn

  By

  Rebecca A. Avila

  Cover By Adobe Spark

  Edited by Natalie Edsell

  This book is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places and events is purely coincidental. The characters are a produce of the authors imagination.

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgements

  Prologue

  Londyn-August 2016

  My parents were killed in a home invasion when I was three. I don't remember them, or the attack. I didn't have any other relatives, so I end up in foster care. I always seemed to cause trouble; therefore, I wasn't adopted easily or at all. I was never overly bad, but I spoke my mind and if something was wrong, I would say it. The adults called me sassy, aback talker, defiant, and yes, a trouble maker. I figured if they didn't like me that was their problem not mine. I wasn't going to pretend to be anyone I wasn't. That didn't go well.

  From elementary to middle school, I was with one foster family, they had two sons and 1 other foster boy, then there was me. They treated their sons like they were angels even though they were demon spawn assholes. So, when I was 12 and my body started changing, all three boys tried to hold me down to touch me wherever they wanted and force themselves on me. I fought back. I pushed one in the face, bit the other in the side, and kicked their "baby" in the nuts. Of course, they all said I started hitting them for no reason when their parents walked in on me fighting them. They even said they were trying to protect themselves and that’s why I had bruises on my arms and legs. So, I went back into the foster system, or orphanage, but they don’t like to call it that anymore.

  After that debacle, I didn’t go to another family, I was then labeled as a violent child. I had to see a therapist for a few years; and no matter what I said, I was still the one at fault. I stopped trying to change anyone’s mind. I would go to school graduate and be out on my own.

  The beginning of my senior year I got a job as a barista at a small coffee shop near the school. The foster home didn’t care, the less they saw of me the better. I was saving all my money because I knew once I was 18, I was gone.

  I could avoid most trouble while in high school, I didn’t talk to anyone, didn’t make friends. I did what I had to do to get through it. Of course, there always were the asshole guys who would try to grope me in the halls, and I would nut punch them. It’s like their hormones took over their bodies, and they couldn’t control themselves. I didn’t get into trouble usually, except that one time, a teacher saw me hit the boy; he didn’t see the boy grope me as usual. However, it was worth detention to see that boy cry like a little girl.

  Once I graduated, I had enough money to get a small studio apartment near the coffee shop I worked at, and I was free. I wasn’t quite making friends yet, but I was talking to people at work. I spoke with customers and was used to the regulars who would come in. I was happy for the first time in my life.

  I noticed one customer coming in more frequently. How could I not, he would always flirt with me and leave me a nice tip. He was so sweet and good looking; I of course flirted back as best I could. I wasn’t skilled in that department. He was tall at almost 6’, with a lean body. He wasn’t overly bulky with muscles, but I could tell he worked out and stayed in great shape. He had blonde hair and these light-blue eyes that had a gem like quality, like crystals.

  I, however, was barely 5’ 3”, with curves that would look great, on someone who was 5’9”. I was teased in school for being fat. I had tits and ass, but my waist was small, so I did have that going for me. I always saw myself as plain, green eyes and red hair. I was told recently it’s auburn, so brownish red not red red but I always just said red. I had decent skin not vampire white, but I couldn’t tan for shit, so I had freckles. Most people said I was cute, like a freaking puppy. Awesome.

  “So Londyn,” he starts one day. “I have talked to you all week, and you haven’t once asked me my name.” This was true. He knew my name because it was on my apron so that was easy for him. I was still learning how to talk to boys or men I should say, and this guy was definitely a man.

  “Well,” I responded. “I figured if you wanted me to know you would have told me.” Ha! Take that. I was awesome at flirting.

  He laughs, “Very true, well my name is Damien, so it’s nice to meet you Londyn.”

  He holds out his hand, so I can shake it, which I do. Thankfully, my palms aren’t sweaty. His hands have a rough callused feel like he uses them a lot.

  “It's nice to meet you Damien.” I finally respond. It surprised me that I wasn’t as nervous as I usually was around men.

  “Well, now that we met. I was wondering if you would go on a date with me this Friday night.” He says. I gape at him; I didn’t expect that. I have never been asked out on a date before. Was I supposed to play hard to get? Was I supposed to be super excited and accept eagerly? In truth, I’m just nervous and excited. A real date!

  “That sounds fun.” I figured I would keep it light; I wanted to ask for details, but I was trying to appear cooler that I was.

  “Good, can I get your phone number and address, so I can let you know when I can pick you up?" he asks me. Shit I haven’t gotten a phone, yet I’ve been saving for one. I’m still broke.

  “Uh, I actually don’t have a phone yet. However, I can give you my address if you want.” I didn’t want to seem desperate but who doesn’t have a cell phone these days. Middle school kids had a cell phone. Even so, when your 18 working at a coffee shop you choose food and rent rather than a cool phone.

  “No problem. Write down your address and I’ll pick you up Friday at 6pm, sound good?” He said will so much confidence. He wasn’t worried about me not having a phone, I figured that was good, this guy is nice and doesn’t care about things like that.

  I write my address on a napkin and hand it to him. “Great, I will see you then.” He takes the napkin and smiles at me, “I’m looking forward to it.”

  Friday couldn’t come fast enough. It was only two days, but I thought it would never get here. Me, Londyn Giles, had a date with a super-hot guy. I picked out a comfortable green cotton dress showcasing my assets, with a belt to show I had a waist, adding some cute wedge heels to give me a little height. Finishing off, I applied some light make-up to make my green eyes more alluring.

  At just before 6, Damien showed up and I grabbed my purse. Ready to head out I opened the door and there he stood in all his hotness. A black fitted T-shirt and dark wash jeans that showed off his impressive body.

  “Hi,” I said almost breathless, he looked really good. “Ready?” I said as he just looked me over.

  “You look good. Yeah let’s go.” He turns
around a little abruptly, and I quickly lock my door and follow him, almost having to run to catch up. He hops into a small sports car a beautiful Nissan GT, I may be clueless with cars, but I’ve seen this one in magazines. I scramble to get into the seat, almost afraid he’s about to leave without me.

  Where the hell is the sweet guy who asked me out? “I have to stop to see my daughter really quick is that ok?” He says bringing his charm back.

  “Oh, uh sure. I didn’t know you had a daughter.” I tell him, he looks too young to have kids but what do I know.

  “Yeah, she’s 15, you’ll like her.” He says almost like I have no choice but to like her. His mood is all over the place.

  “Great, can’t wait to meet her.” I say, not wanting to seem rude. I’m a little worried; it's a first date, and I’m already meeting his daughter. He doesn’t look old enough to have a child of that age.

  “She’s 15? How old are you, you don’t look old enough to have a child that age?” I ask curiously; I can’t just let that go, it just seems weird.

  “I’m older than I look, don’t worry about it.” He said almost coldly. Okay then.

  After about 30 minutes of driving silently, I start getting a little nervous. We are heading closer towards Phoenix, which is about an hour from my place. I hope this guy isn’t crazy; he seemed so normal.

  “So, um. Where are we going?” I ask trying to appear calm. Please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me.

  “I know this great place in Phoenix; the drive is worth it you’ll see.” He says a little too happily. What the hell did I get myself into? He seems okay now, but my nerves are still on edge. I am not staying the night with this guy; I don’t care how good looking he is.

  We finally arrive at a house; it's in a remote area of Phoenix from what I can see there are no other houses around for a couple of miles. Great, I’m dying in a desert.

  “This is actually my house; I need to see my daughter before we go to dinner. “, he says sweetly. “Come on, you’ll love her.” He'd better have a daughter; I do not want to become a serial killer's next victim.

  We walk in the house, and he has his hand on my lower back almost caressing me. I might have liked it enough it if I wasn’t so freaked out. He walks me to a nice dining room, and a girl is sitting there. She has his pale blue eyes but with violet flecks in them. Her black hair is in a pony tail, and she is sitting with a perfect straight posture her hands laced together on top of the table.

  “This is Aria, my daughter, have a seat.” He says almost like a command.

  I obey, pulling a chair out across from Aria. Once I’m seated, he goes over to Aria and whispers something in her ear. He stands up and looks at me, “I’ll be right back.” Then walks out, completely emotionless.

  “I’m Londyn.” I say trying to be nice and polite. She looks at me and barely shakes her head as if to tell me not to talk and glances behind me.

  She then whispers, “Run.” She says it so quiet I don’t register what she said until I feel a pinch in my neck. I yelp and go to feel my neck, but I can’t move. I see Aria’s eyes looking sad and lost; she turns her gaze down to the table, then blackness.

  Chapter 1

  Londyn-July

  Let me die. I just want to die; I can't do this anymore. I try to block out what he's doing to me, his words, his touch. I am hand cuffed to a metal bed frame, stripped naked; he has one hand squeezing my throat, the other hand fisted in my hair pulling me back. Tears are streaming down my face, but I don’t make a sound. I feel his breath on my back as he grunts, forcibly thrusting in and out of me.

  For over two years I've been held by this monster. My first date turned out to not to be an actual date, but a kidnapping. He had been watching me, he knew I had no family, and no one would miss me. I was so excited to be picked by him to go out with. I wanted to be protected, loved, cherished, but instead, I got Damien Johnston. The devil incarnate. The only truth he told me was Aria was his daughter.

  He was a werewolf shifter; he says he stalked me because he smelled that I could breed him a pup. He wanted a son; one that would take over as Alpha when the child was old enough. Damien was the current Alpha of this pack in Phoenix and a miserable asshole. He was cruel, not just to me but to other pack members and especially to his daughter. Aria was the only good that I had seen here. I was kept in a windowless room; I was allowed to shower once a week, with a guard always watching me. How I wished for a scalding hot shower, so I could burn his touch off me. I was lucky to get lukewarm water.

  Damien would come to my room once a week, hand cuff, and rape me; it was the same every week. I hated it, and I hated him. I kept wishing and hoping for him to just kill me. He always choked me, sometimes he punched me. He got off on causing me pain, and he loved when I fought him. Sadistic bastard.

  Now, I close my eyes and burry my face in the mattress waiting for my weekly torture to end. "You love this you little whore." He tells me as I feel him finish. I screw my mouth shut from vomiting and crying out as he pulls out and slaps me hard on my ass.

  “Tomorrow a doctor is coming here to find out why you aren't getting pregnant. Stupid human bitch can’t do one damn thing right." He pulls his pants up and heads to the door. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out the key to unlock it.

  “If she tells me your womb is as worthless as you are, I will kill you. Thought you’d like to know.” He says with a laugh as he walks out, leaving me still cuffed. Good, I want to die. I hope he will kill me after he finds out that I have an IUD in me preventing me from getting pregnant.

  I almost told him so many times, but I still had hope that I would be able to escape. Then I worried if I did tell him he would have someone take it out and actually get me pregnant. I loved Aria, but I did not want to have this bastard’s child.

  The door opens, and my body tenses thinking Damien is coming back. "It's just me, Londyn." The small voice whispers, Aria. Now 17, she has been my only ally here. Unlike me, she's a shifter, like her father. She will also be sold as a breeder when she reaches 18, October 31st.

  Aria is a beauty, and I fear for her the day she turns 18. She's grown tall like her father at 5'9" but luckily takes after her mother in looks. She has her long black hair, and pretty violet flecked blue eyes. Even with the devil as her father she is the most compassionate, sweet, and the strongest girl I have ever met.

  It has been her job to take care of me after he's done with me. A job no one should have, let alone a 17-year-old. She is the only bright spot in my life; in three short months, her father will sell her to the highest bidder to form an alliance with another pack.

  She carefully removes my cuffs, and I wince at the pain in my shoulders and arms, lowering them looking at my wrists. I wonder whether they will be forever damaged by the cuffs from the years of abuse, I'm sure my neck doesn't look any better.

  Aria hands me my clothes, and I slowly get dressed. "I heard he's getting a doctor to come tomorrow to look at you." She finally breaks the silence. "Yeah, he told me." I whisper, scared wondering what that will mean for me.

  Once the doctor tells him I have had an IUD in me preventing any pregnancies, he's going to go ballistic. He will most like beat me, and then I will end up pregnant with that sick fucks’ child. No matter what sex I give birth to, he will kill me after I have him or her. Just like he did with Aria's mom.

  Most wolves have mates out there. Their destined ones. Damien's pack doesn't care; they take who they want and force them to be their property, breeding them or just keeping them as their slaves. There is no one to fight for the women of their pack, but most have accepted their fate and from what I hear from Aria, they are mostly happy. Shifter age differently; once they reach their 18th year aging slows down. So, while Damien is nearing 45 he doesn't look over 25.

  "Is the doctor from this pack?" I ask her, wondering why he has waited so long to have me checked out. "No, there is only one doctor whom I know of that has been here before that helps with difficult pregnancies
and other women problems. She is from a pack that lives up in northern Montana. I hear she's nice. Maybe she will cover for you?" Aria always has a positive outlook, and I love her for it.

  She's looking at me both scared and hopeful. I wish I could get both of us away from here. "Maybe. We can always hope." I want to tell her that her dad will probably kill me soon, that we will run away from here, anything to keep that hopeful look in her eyes. However, in the end, I'm going to die and leave her behind with him, and I hate myself for it.

  Chapter 2

  Tristan

  "You can't be serious, Sophia. That Alpha is a monster, how could you even think about helping him?" I yell at my younger sister. I will never understand why she ever goes to the Phoenix Pack. She has been there a few times to help when some of their women have issues. I love my baby sister; she's a brilliant doctor, with a kind of a heart.

  "Those women need someone on their side, Tristan. Supposedly, the woman I am seeing is the mate of the Alpha. Who knows if she's his mate willingly, you know how they are!" She fires back at me. Damn it, I hate that she's right. I'll be damned if she's going alone. "You will take Xavier AND Cole with you; you understand me?" I command back to her.

  She may be a shifter like all of us and a strong fighter, but that doesn't mean I won't do anything and everything I can to protect her. She is the youngest of our family. I'm the eldest at 28, the youngest Alpha in the US. Our parents died 18 years ago in a car accident. It’s so stupid that we heal quickly, stronger, and we are nearly impossible to kill but some dumb drunk human in a semi killed them so easily, leaving me responsible for the pack.

  I've had my brothers Xavier and Cole; 24-year-old twins help build our pack to what it is today. The strongest and most feared pack, but not because we are violent, because we are mighty, loyal, and honorable. We fight for those who can't fight for themselves. Unfortunately, we can't save everyone, and that bothers me the most.

  Sophia let's out a frustrated groan. "I swear you guys act like I'm 16! I'm a 22-year-old doctor. I'm the best female fighter here, and I can take most of the guys as well. Not to mention I did become a doctor before you all finished college, even as the baby of this family. I'm not stupid!"