He started to take off his shirt, exposing his broad chest. Then he unbuckled his belt, dropping his pants to the floor. His manhood was already swelling, reaching out to me as his lust for me built.
Let him get close to you, let him think that you are too weak to fight him. We are going to fight him, we cant go down without a fight. I agreed with my wolf, it was time to play possum.
I turned my head away from him whining softly and rattling the handcuffs as he climbed into the foot of the bed, his knees straddling my right leg, shaking my head and begging him not to do this
"This isn’t right, this is rape and you know it. Do you want to start a lifelong relationship with your mate this way? What will our children think?"
"Our children dear will never know, once I am your alpha, I will command you never to speak of this again, you will only tell a story of how we knew we were mates at the lake. And how happy you are with me. Your wolf will never disobey me nor hurt me once the bond is in place."
He crawled up, kissing my stomach, and then caressing and sucking on my breasts, while tears ran down my eyes.
I waited until he was on his knees, almost up to my neck, then my wolf gave me strength and I made my move. I raised my knee hard right into his junk like I was trying to hit him into the woods from here. He screamed in pain, his hands reaching back for his aching nuts. I then swung my left leg up my instep connecting with the side of his face as I twisted hard.
His head snapped to the side and he fell off the bed I had knocked him out. I was sure of it but I couldn’t see him. I scooted up in bed as far as I could, then tucked my legs up so my feet were under the top bar of the headboards. Using all the strength I could master, I pushed up hoping to break it enough to get the handcuffs off. I pushed until I had no strength left. It wouldn't budge, I tried kicking, I tried to pull on the handcuffs, but nothing worked.
Then I heard him groan and move and he stood up.
This was a nuclear grade level of pissed-off I was seeing in an alpha male, and my wolf and I knew we had missed our chance. I tried to fight him off as he got to the bed but he just grabbed one leg at a time pulled it to the bottom of the bed and locked it in place. I was helpless again.
"You bitch," he turned around and grabbed the needle off the counter. "I was going to try and make this nice for you, well as nice as it could be, I guess your wolf likes to play rough. Well, you know that your wolf is in the way but it won't be any longer."
He plunged the needle into my thigh and pushed the plunger, the fire started in my leg and quickly started to spread. I was so distracted I almost didn’t notice he had climbed on top of me, he rammed himself home. Ripping through my maidenhead and started to pound away at me.
I screamed and closed my eyes, my wolf was waiting.
That shot ….it is too much, he wasn’t supposed to boost the wolfsbane for three days it's going to kill me, I can feel myself dying already.
No, we have to fight.
I will save everything I have for one shot, but you have to take it. We will probably both die, but it's all right.
The burning had spread to my torso there wasn’t much time, I could feel my wolf pushing enough of my teeth to shift. Looking up, his head moved from one of my shoulders towards the other, exposing it just enough.
I lunged forward my teeth biting deeply into his neck and shook hard. He struggled he punched my face and my body, but I kept tearing at his neck until finally, I had ripped off a large chunk from under his left chin and ear. I spit it out as he covered the wound with his hand, but I had taken out an artery the blood was spraying from between and around his fingers as he scrambled away, falling on the blood-soaked floor.
If he hadn't linked his pack already, his death would alert them. I didn’t have time, my wolf was dying inside me, so I pulled myself up to where I could get my left thumb into my mouth. I bit it down hard ignoring the pain and tore it from my hand. I pulled hard slipping my left hand through the cuff. I pulled off the pillowcase and wrapped it around my left hand, holding it tight against the managed flesh. I sat up removed my ankle restraints then got off the bed.
I grabbed the shirt he had removed and pulled it on, then reached in his jeans and got his car keys and his phone, I opened the cooler pulled out a small bag of ice then wrapped my thumb in another pillowcase, and placed the bundle inside. I stumbled to the door a free woman as I felt my wolf die inside me.
But I still had to try and fight to get away from here before his pack came for me. I pulled the door open and stepped outside, stumbling a little on the way to his ford f 150. The drugs, the blood loss and the shock of losing my wolf were all hitting me at once. I barely made it to the truck. Opening the door I pulled myself into the cab while protecting my left hand against my chest. The pillowcase was already solved through with blood and it was dripping down onto my shirt.
I was in no shape to drive but I had no choice. I started it up, put it in gear and headed down the dirt trail as fast as I could go with only one hand. There was no telling how long I had before his family and alpha would arrive, I had no doubt what they would do if they caught me.
I made it to a paved road, decision time I didn’t know exactly where I was. But I knew the territory was north, so I turned south I used my teeth to tighten the sheet and grasped it with my fingers then used my rink and pinky finger to hold on to the panic grip keeping the wound high. I needed to find help human help before I passed out.
There wasn’t any traffic so i drove as fast as I could trying to put distance between me and them.
The road ended at another highway, the signs didn’t tell me which way to go so I turned left, a few miles later I found I was lucky the road signs told me twenty-four miles to the st cloud.
I needed to make a phone call I put my knee on the wheel and picked up his phone, quickly realizing that it was useless without a passcode. I was about to throw it out the window when I looked at the controls in the center of the console pressing the phone, I got a menu, i used the number keys to call a number I knew by heart, the sound going through the speakers.
The phone rang five minutes before Dennis answered, "Hey, its Lauren am in trouble."
Dennis was my parent's beta, second in command of the Tyrone pack, he was a good man, kind and willing to help, the kind of beta you could have in an isolated pack without threaths.
"Ella is it really you? the bond…."
"I know the trip turned into a real shit show. The alphas all of them, it was a trap. They were going to force mate me to one of their sons, when mom and dad found out they fought them, and they were killed."
"We know, we all felt the alpha bonds break. How are you alive? we felt your alpha break just a few minutes ago."
"My wolf is gone." I gritted my teeth against the pain "It was David tanner who did it, but all of the alphas were in on it they auctioned my rights to if you can believe it, his family bid the most for me so the other alphas kept my parents away while they drugged and raped me." i pause for a while.
"I fought back too much, I wasn't going to go down without a fight he injected me with wolfsbane when I hurt him, but it wasn't the first doze and they weren’t far enough apart, he injected too much it killed my wolf but not before I killed him.I gave myself a moment to thank my wolf then I bit off my thumb to escape the handcuffs, am in his truck now using his phone, am too weak and am losing alot of blood."
"Then you would be dead too Dennis.These packs aren't like us, women to them are poker chips to be traded for favors."He paused, "I still should have done something. Your wolf is dead, you are sure of that?""Yes, i feel it. She knew it was coming""Then you should smell fully human, you should go to them, go to the humans and get medical help. Surround yourself with humans, they won't risk exposing themselves." i had to agree with them. It was like i could see a pack doctor now."you also need to ditch the truck and the phone after you hang up, they can track them. Get somewhere public and get to the hospital. Jave someone call an ambulance id you can't mame it on your own. Do you have a wallet? Your identification or money?""Everything i owned was back in the pack house, either in my guest room or expedition which neither i would be able to get to. Am wearing his tshirt.""You will need a cover story, its not like a half naked girl missing a thumb shows up every day."" Well i ca
Chicago: NovemberLauren tried to disappear into the passenger seat. She hadn’t realized how much of her confidence had been tied to having Toby beside her. She’d only known him a day and a half, and he’d changed her world, at least while he was still next to her.Without him, all of her newly regained confidence had disappeared. Its mockingabsence only pointed out what a coward she really was. As if she needed reminding.She glanced over at the man who was driving Malcom ’s rented SUV with casual ease through the light after-morning-rush-hour traffic on the slush-covered expressway as if he were a Chicago native, instead of a visitor from the wilds of Montana.Toby’s father, Brian, looked for all the world like a college student, a computer geek or maybe an art major. Someone sensitive, gentle, and young, but she knew he was none of these things. He was the Marrok, the one all the Alphas answered to and no one dominated an Alpha werewolf by being sensitive and gentle.He wasn’t yo
She could look at Brian, and so she watched his eyes assess the wolves Shawn had brought like a general surveying his troops. His gaze settled on Michael.Lauren looked, too, seeing what the Marrok saw: old jeans with a hole in one knee, tennis shoes that had seen better days. It was very much like what she was wearing, except that her hole was in her left knee, not the right.“Will the time it takes to drive to Montana and back put your job at risk?” Brian asked. Thomas kept his eyes on his toes and answered, soft-voiced, “No, sir. I work in construction, and this is the slow season. I okayed it with the boss; he says I have two weeks.”Brian pulled a checkbook out of his pocket, and using one of the other wolves’ shoulders to give him a solid surface to write on, made out a check. “This is for your expenses on this trip. We will figure out a pay rate and have money waiting for you when you get to Montana.”Relief flashed in Michael’s eyes, but he didn’t say anything.Brian went thro
She could look at Brian, and so she watched his eyes assess the wolves Shawn had brought like a general surveying his troops. His gaze settled on Michael. Lauren looked, too, seeing what the Marrok saw: old jeans with a hole in one knee, tennis shoes that had seen better days. It was very much like what she was wearing, except that her hole was in her left knee, not the right.“Will the time it takes to drive to Montana and back put your job at risk?” Brian asked. Thomas kept his eyes on his toes and answered, soft-voiced, “No, sir. I work in construction, and this is the slow season. I okayed it with the boss; he says I have two weeks.”Brian pulled a checkbook out of his pocket, and using one of the other wolves’ shoulders to give him a solid surface to write on, made out a check. “This is for your expenses on this trip. We will figure out a pay rate and have money waiting for you when you get to Montana.”Relief flashed in Michael’s eyes, but he didn’t say anything.Brian went thr
“No,” she lied. She just wanted to get her apartment packed and get done with this, so she never had to see Scott and those like him again. “No.” This time she meant it. Brian tilted his head, and she saw his eyes shift, just a little, gleaming gold in the dimness of the outer hall. “Let him up.”She waited until everyone was in her apartment to leave the anonymity of the landing. Brian was stripping her futon down to the bare mattress when she entered her apartment, It was sort of like watching the president mowing the White House lawn or taking out the trash. Shawn approached her and handed her the check she’d left on the fridge door, her last paycheck.“You will want this with you.”She took it and stuffed it in her pants. “Thanks.”“We all owe you,” he told her. “None of us could contact the Marrok when things started getting bad. Leo forbade it. I can’t tell you how many hours I spent staring at the phone trying to break his hold.”She was startled into meeting his eyes.“It too
“What will happen if he breaks out?”“It would be good if we get there before that happens,” was all he said. They left the expressway, and he slowed to the posted speed limit. The only sign of his impatience was the rhythmic beat of his fingers on the steering wheel. When he pulled up in front of the mansion, she jumped out of the SUV and ran to the front door. He didn’t appear to hurry, but somehow he was there before her and opened the door. She ran down the hall and took the cellar stairs three at a time, Brian at her shoulder. The lack of noise was not reassuring, Usually the only way to tell the safe room from the basement guest rooms was the steel door and frame.But great plaster chunks had been torn off the wall on either side, revealing the silver-and-steel bars that had been embedded in the wall. The wall paper from inside the room hung down in strips like a curtain, keeping Lauren from seeing inside.There were three of the pack in human form standing in front of the doo
AFTER the disaster this morning, Lauren had dreaded the flight to Montana. She’d never been on a plane before in her life, and she’d have thought that it would be terrifying, especially in the little, six-passenger, twin-engine Lear Brian led them to. Brian sat in the copilot’s seat, which left all six of the passenger seats empty. Toby pushed her past the first set of forward-facing seats with a nudge of his nose and stared at the pair of backward seats until she sat down. When hesettled in the space on the floor and put his head on her feet, she set her box on the seat next to her, buckled up, and waited for takeoff.She didn’t expect to have fun, especially when Toby so emphatically was not.He rode stiff and grumpy at her feet, growling softly when the plane bounced a little. But riding in the smal plane was like being on the world’s tallest amusement-park ride. A gentle one, like the Ferris wheel, but with an edge ofdanger that just made it al the more fun. She didn’t really th
She glanced back at Hank. “Tell them what we are.”“Oh, this is Aspen Creek,” Hank answered her. “Everyone knows about werewolves. If you haven’t married one, you were fathered by one or one of your parents was. This is the Marrok’s territory, and we’re one big, happyfamily.” Was there sarcasm in his voice? She didn’t know him well enough to tell for certain.The air blowing in her face had warmed up, finally. Between that and Toby, she was starting to feel less like an ice cube.“I thought that werewolves have no family, only pack,” she ventured.Brian glanced at her before looking back to the road. “You and Toby need to have a long talk. How long have you been a werewolf?”“Three years.”He frowned. “Do you have a family?”“My father and brother. I haven’t seen them since…” She shrugged. “Leo told me I had to break all ties to them or else he’d assume they were a risk to the pack.” And kill them. Brian frowned. “Outside of Aspen Creek, wolves can’t tell anyone except their spouses
When you failed, you and that other wolf—Brian would send only the best. You lie and lie as if it were the truth.” “You don’t want to believe me,” Asil said. “But you can taste truth—your link to Sarai is strong enough. You were a danger to yourself and us. We did it for your own good. It was that or kill you.” She flicked a trembling finger at him. “Shut up.” Asil’s face lost its cool composure, and he grimaced. As he continued, his voice was breathless with pain. “What you have done is an abomination. This thing you have turned Sarai into doesn’t love you, she serves as a slave serves, without the ability to choose, just as I do. Brian is more than you can handle. He will kill you—and it is your own fault.” “I won’t die,” she shouted at him. “I didn’t die when Linnea tried to kill me —she didn’t know how powerful I was or how much my mother had taught me. I killed her and her pet students and studied the books she left behind— for months I wrote to you and signed the letters from he
Brian would hold out for a while. First, the witch could make a mistake— especially if she didn’t know whom she held. Second, he was afraid that this time no one would be able to kill him. It had been Samuel who brought him out of it before . . . and Samuel wasn’t as certain of himself as he used to be. The control the witch asserted over him had to be won by blood and flesh, and the only flesh and blood bonding he’d done was to his own pack. She must have used Asil to insert herself into his pack—but how? While she looked him over, he searched his link to Asil for something that touched a witch. He paid very little attention to the witch as she talked at him. With the dexterity of a very long lifetime, Brian slid through Asil and found a dead woman—it could only be Asil’s mate. It was an impossibility. No one could link to a dead woman; he knew that because when Blue Jay Woman, Toby’s mother, died, he’d tried to hold on to her. But, impossibilities become possible when you added a wi
Since the cabin hadn’t kept him out and he didn’t feel the need to leave, he could only assume that the circle was the latter kind—which meant that there were more dead things under the floor. He took a deep breath, but the dead animal he’d already seen might account for the scent of death—and nothing was rotting. Either the animal she’d killed to draw her circle hadn’t been dead long—it had frozen in the cold— or she had a spell to disguise it to keep away scavengers. Changing what the senses of others perceived was one of the major powers of the witch. His father said that Toby might have been a witch if he’d chosen to study. Brian hadn’t urged him to do so, but he also didn’t discourage it, either; a witch in his pack would have given him even more power. But the subtler magics of his mother’s people suited Toby, and he’d never regretted the path he’d chosen less than he did right now, standing in the middle of this poor cabin stained with evil. The scent on the sleeping bag on the
THE darkness bothered Brian not at all as he followed Tag’s directions to the place he and Toby had thought would be the best starting point. He passed Asil’s Subaru and hesitated—if Asil had been going after Toby, he’d have known the fastest way there. But Toby would be headed back to his car if something had gone wrong. So Brian kept driving. Other things he might do ran through his head. There were witches in the pay of the wolves. Not his pack—he didn’t deal with black witches, and most white witches weren’t powerful enough to be useful. But there were witches available to him. If he had a two-hundred-year-old witch capable of holding and torturing a werewolf for two dadsys—he had no intention of advertising the fact and encouraging other witches to imitate this one. Especially since she, like Brian’s mother, might have gotten her ability through some kind of binding to a werewolf. No. Best keep the witches out of it. He could call Toby back. That was a harder thing. Telepathy was
LAUREN opened her eyes in the dadsrkness, certain that something had wakened her again. She raised her head from Toby’s warm, sweet[1]smelling skin and looked around. Dennis was nowhere to be seen, and sometime in the night, she and Toby had reversed positions, so he lay between her and dadsnger. The wind and snow had ceased, leaving the forest silent and waiting. “Me transmitte sursum, Caledoni,” she murmured. Too bad Scotty wasn’t around to beam them to safety. There was something about the heavy atmosphere that was frightening. She listened hard but heard nothing. The weighted silence pounded on her ears and made the beat of her heart even louder in the stillness of the winter night. Her heartbeat, her breath was the only thing she could hear. “Toby?” she whispered, touching his shoulder tentatively. When he didn’t respond, she shook him. His body fell away from her. He’d been lying on his side, but he rolled limply out from under their barely adequate shelter and onto the snow. Th
AS soon as Toby went out to talk to Asil, Lauren had begun her change. She needed to deal with that wolf with her tongue rather than fang and claw. He was too good at riling her mate—and Toby was still volatile from his encounter with the witch. She didn’t give any thought to Dennis until she was naked and panting in the cold night air. She might have had three years to get used to being nude in front of people she didn’t know well, but he hadn’t. She glanced at him, but he had his head turned away from her and was staring intently at a nearby tree trunk, the perfect gentleman. She quit worrying about him and scrambled into her chilly clothes and boots because she could sense Toby’s rising rage at Asil; Asil had put the Marrok and his pack at risk. But more than that, she was worried that neither Toby nor Asil realized how close Toby was to his breaking point. She found it curious that she did. Boots on, coat on, Lauren rolled out of their sleeping place and onto her feet. She didn’t
He called the magic to him and let it rip through his body, changing as he walked. It hurt, but he knew it didn’t show on his face or make his limp any worse. If he’d been healthier and the spirits willing, he might even have been able to conjure up a new pair of snowshoes instead of having to wade. At least the snow on the bench, regularly scoured by the wind, was only a foot or so deep most places—half of that had fallen tonight. Asil smiled a little, as if he recognized Toby’s power play for what it was, but he dropped his eyes. Though Toby knew better than to trust the submission in the other’s body language, it was enough for now. Toby kept his voice low. “How did you find us?” It was an important question. They were nowhere near the place they’d have been camping if he and Lauren had followed the trip as he’d outlined it with Tag. Had he done something stupid that would let the witch find them, too? The oddities of the past twenty-four hours had badly shaken his confidence—and t
Afterward, she lay panting and miserable on the ice-crystal-covered snow, too tired to move. Even cold, she discovered, had a smell. Gradually, as her misery faded, she realized that for the first time since last night, when Toby had curled around her and surrounded her with his warmth, she felt toasty-warm. As the initial agony faded to aches and pains, she stretched, making her claws expand and lengthen like a big cat’s. Her back popped and crackled all the way down her spine. She didn’t want to go back and curl up with a strange male only feet away. The wolf wasn’t afraid of the male. She knew he wasn’t likely to behave like the Others. But she didn’t much like the idea of touching anyone other than Toby, either. Near but out of sight, a wolf, Toby, made a quiet sound, not quite a bark or a whine. Wobbly as a newborn foal, she staggered to her feet. She paused to shake the snow off her pelt and give herself a moment to get used to four paws before starting back, her clothes in her
Did she still regret that? Toby was overcome with the wild desire to kill them all again, Leo and his mate, the whole Chicago pack—but at the same time he was pathetically grateful that his mate was a werewolf who wouldn’t fade and die the way Samuel’s wives all had. Brother Wolf stirred and settled down, just like Dennis had. “The wolf who attacked you didn’t come back to you, then, after you Changed?” Toby asked. Usually when a wolf Changed someone, it was drawn back to the new werewolf for a while. Mostly, Samuel had theorized to him once, some genetic imperative to make sure that an untaught, uncontrolled werewolf wasn’t going to draw too much unwanted attention. Dennis shook his head. “Like I said, I tracked her down myself, after the first full moon—she and that woman. What is she anyway? She sure as hell ain’t human—sorry, ma’am— not with the things I seen her do. She tried to call me to her the first time I Changed. I didn’t know what she was, only that she smelled bad—like th