3. Twenty- seven

My brain wasn't working fast enough to understand what had happened here. My eyes grew wide and kept flitting from one point to another. Honestly, with all the mess around me, it was hard to focus on one point. 

I took a few steps inside the room and stretched my hand to turn on the light switch of the room. The room lit up in a bright white light and it became clear that the damage was much serious.

Someone had come into this room and upturned everything here. Probably they were searching for something, some important document that the alpha of the pack would have maybe.

I closed the door behind me and looked at the time it would take to get everything back in order. I sighed and waded my way through the mess towards the bathroom to see if it was as messy as the bedroom. 

The shower curtain was on the floor and so were Harper's toiletries. I was glad that I wasn't going to be the one to clean up all this. 

Before I could turn around, a hand grabbed my mid-section from behind. I opened my mouth to scream but another hand clamped down on my mouth to stifle any cries. 

"Look what we have here!" A deep voice whispered in my ear and my eyes grew wide when I realized that it wasn't a stupid prank because I didn't recognize this man's voice. I struggled under his hold but he was able to manhandle me. "What's a human doing here in the alpha's suite?"

I groaned against his hand and he chuckled deep in my ear, amused at my helplessness. I continued resisting him while sudden flashes of a past incident flashed before my eyes. The time when two men had held me while another was trying to molest me. That time, Ethan had come to my rescue and that day I had decided that I wasn't going to need a prince charming to come save me again. That was exactly why I had started training, to keep lechers like the one holding me far away.

I recalled that Ethan had told me to get out of this very hold and while this stupid werewolf kept on thinking that I was a defenseless and powerless human girl, I would have him in the ground in no time. 

The werewolf, who I assumed was a rogue, was still chuckling in my ear. I jammed the heel of my foot on his foot as hard as I could. I knew that being a werewolf, it wouldn't hurt him much but it would surely startle him, giving me enough time to twist his wrist and twist out of his hold. 

I smirked as I watched him hold his sprained wrist close to his chest. "Who's powerless now?" 

I wasn't going to be a fool and waste precious time by standing there and taunting him. Nesting a werewolf was one thing but battling a fully grown rogue wolf was another. The odds weren't exactly in my favor and I was smart enough to realize that.

I bounded out of the washroom and I knew that the rogue would immediately be on my heels. I skidded just out of the walk-in closet and landed in another pair of arms. 

I was hoping to see a familiar face but I immediately recoiled when I came face to face with a man with a nasty sneer on his face. The man who had caught hold of me caught up to us. "Ah, there you are. All caught up, I see."

The man in front of me put his hands firmly on my upper arms and refused to let me budge. Now, there were two rogue wolves I had to fight and I knew that I was completely at their mercy. Just by looking at them, I knew that I couldn't win, because I knew they were deranged and I was nothing but a minor inconvenience to them. 

To get the rogue off of me, I landed my knee in his stomach to throw him off balance. He didn't even look surprised, just barely amused. "I think I'm going to keep you, girl. You are far too entertaining." I struggled in his grip and screamed in his face. 

He put his meaty hand on my face and stifled my cry for help. "Now, we don't want the whole house to come up here, do we?" 

That's exactly what I want!

I bit his hand and, in a reflex, he moved it away from me. I writhed away from him and screamed out loud. 

Stars danced across my vision and my scream was cut short as I felt a heavy and hard surface on my head. I immediately collapsed and pain burst in my head. I clenched my eyes shut because the white light in the room hurt my eyes. I could feel the floor dance beneath me, which I barely recognized wasn't good. 

I felt an acute sense of pain in the back of my head and I knew that I had a concussion and there was blood too. I could smell the tangy smell of blood in the air around me and felt a trickle of cool and viscous liquid travel down my neck. Tears sprung in my eyes at my helplessness. I could barely breathe at this point, much less move my limbs or try to get up.

The floor felt so cold against my body that I didn't realize that I was shivering. I could hear the two rogues whispering in the room. I barely realized that they were cleaning the mess that they had made so that no one would know that someone had searched this room. 

My brain seemed so fuzzy that I couldn't seem to hold onto any thought. Were they going to leave me here to die or were they going to take me with them? I had no idea and neither option sounded appealing to me. 

How had I come to this? I had come here hoping to talk to Harper and now I was lying on his bedroom floor in a pile of blood while two rogue wolves scampered around.

How did the rogues even get inside the pack borders? I groaned as another wave of pain shot through my skull. It felt like I was being pounded down by a baseball bat. 

Suddenly, I was being lifted into the air and balanced on one of the man's shoulders. So, they decided to take me with them, then. Why though? What could they possibly want from me?

I couldn't open my eyes now, it felt like too much effort. But if they had cleaned the mess then there would be no way that Harper or any other pack member would know that there had been rogues here. There would be no way that anyone would know that I was being abducted by them. So, I did the only thing my fuzzy brain was capable of doing. I slipped the silver bracelet from my wrist, the one I used to dim the effects of the mate bond, and let it land on the floor. 

At least someone would recognize that. I hoped.

***

My head pounded and I felt groggy but I knew that we weren't in the pack house anymore. I was in a car because of the way the floor hummed beneath me. 

I was barely lucid at the moment. I had no idea how much time I had been in the car and in which direction we had traveled. I didn't even know if there were two rogues in the car or just one. It didn't matter, honestly because in this condition I couldn't even fight against a cat. 

I lifted my hand and touched the back of my head. I felt a raised bump and crusted blood in my hair. Ew, Gross! At least I wasn't bleeding anymore which was a good sign. It also meant that I probably wouldn't need stitches, another good sign.

I struggled to open my eyes and thanked them when I noticed that it was dark and it didn't hurt my retinas. I moved my eyes which made my head pound so I immediately closed them. I was in no condition to even sweep the car for something useful or incriminating. 

Bike rose in my throat as a result of motion sickness and my head felt like it was struck down by a hammer. 

I barely registered when the door opened and when I was carried out of the car. My eyes closed on their own and the next time I opened them I felt someone dabbing the back of my head, with a very strong smell of disinfectant in the air. I tried to move my arms to check how my head was but they felt like jelly and it seemed such a tough work, I let it be. I couldn't keep my eyes open for more than a few seconds because every time I tried to focus my eyes, my head ached and I didn't have the energy to groan or the strength to handle it. 

The next time I could feel something or think a fully comprehensive thought, I realized I was sitting. I was sitting on a chair and my arms and feet were tied. I didn't have the energy to wiggle my limbs to set myself free.

Though, finally I could open my eyes without flinching. The room was dark and completely bare except for me and my chair and a mattress. 

I heard the sound of the door opening, which meant the exit to this room was behind me. I heard the deep thuds I'd someone's footsteps and waited for the person to come in front of me. 

The man was barely 23 years of age and held a blank expression as his eyes took every inch of me. His gaze seemed more inquisitive than leery and I was glad that I didn't shrink away from his intense gaze. 

He tilted his head to the side and regarded me thoughtfully. "My name is Aaron and who are you?"