Chapter 4 Rated R

  Trigger warning

  I breathe a massive sigh of relief as the sheriff pulls into my father's driveway. After a couple of hours of questions and almost seven hours in the car, I am finally back in South Carolina. I don't think any of the sheriffs believed a word I said about the demon shapeshifters, but one of them did drive me home. Probably so he can personally explain my mental breakdown to my father. 

  I open the passenger door to the car just as my big brother swings open the front door to our house. Tears immediately prick my eyes, and I take off in a dead sprint. Kenneth opens his arms wide to catch me before I slam into his chest.

   "Oh, baby sis, are you okay," he whispers, and I nod against his shoulder.

    "I can't believe someone got in here and took you. I didn't hear a thing," Kenneth mumbles, and I nod again.

   "Come on, baby sister, let's get you situated," Kenny says as the Sheriff clears his throat and eyes my brother over. 

   "Sir is Amber's guardian home," the sheriff, whose name I don't remember, asks after coming to the conclusion Kenneth looks too young and too gay to be my dad.

  Kenny shakes his head and bites his lipgloss-covered lip, which makes the officer look even more uncomfortable.

  'No, dad will be here soon, though. Come in," Kenny replies without a care in the world.

    Kenneth keeps an arm slung over my shoulders as we walk towards the living room. And I know he is doing it for his benefit and mine. We usually don't go a day without seeing each other, and I imagine he missed me as much as I missed him.

  Ever since mom passed and Kenny came out, we have been joined at the hip. Dad drowns himself in work to escape having to deal with our grief and Kenny's over-the-top personality, so we have really only had each other.

   "I didn't catch your name, officer," Kenny says as we sit down on the leather sofa I absolutely love.

   It swallows me up, and I instantly feel safe. 

  "Curtis. Do you know what time Mr. Gavens will return? I have a long drive back to Kentucky," Officer Curtis replies just as the front door is slammed open.

   "Amber," my dad yells as he jogs into the living room, looking around frantically for me.

   I wiggle out of Kenneth's arms and meet dad halfway. He sighs as he wraps me up in a tight hug.

    "Oh baby girl, I was so scared. I swear he won't get you again," dad whispers, and my eyebrows pull together as the hair on my arms raises.

     Does dad know who took me? Does he know that people can morph into massive hairy beasts with long claws and even longer teeth? Does he know there are men and women who aren't human?

  "Good evening Mr. Gavens," Officer Curtis says before I can ask dad what he meant.

   "Evening Officer, thank you so much for bringing her straight home," Dad replies while shifting his hold on me so he can shake the officer's hand.

  "No problem. But before I head out, my superiors and I did want to inform you of the story your daughter told us..... It is highly unusual, to say the least," Officer Curtis says while meeting my unsurprised gaze.

  I knew they didn't believe me...I mean, who would. I probably sounded as if I was coming off of a bad acid trip. 

  "Oh well, sure, and don't worry about driving back tonight. Please stay the night. It is the least I can do. I mean, it's almost midnight. That's too many hours behind the wheel. I'm sure your supervisors would agree with me," dad replies, and the officer glances between the three of us before nodding.

   "Thank you, sir," the officer says, And we all reposition ourselves on the leather couches.

   I end up being squeezed in between dad and Kenny, who seem equally eager to be touching me. 

  "Well, sir...Amber informed us she was taken from her bed by a seven-foot-tall monster with brown fur......She said he was standing on two legs and his long clawed fingers behaved just like a human's bare hands. She also told us that she escaped that original kidnapper to be caught yet again by a group of the monsters. She said they could shape shift their bodies into regular looking humans and walk among us," the officer summarizes, and my dad's body tenses ever so slightly.

   He swallows before shooting me a quick glance.

   "Well, you see, sir...my daughter has had issues with telling the truth recently. Her mom passed a few years back, and it has been very hard. My children are handling their losses in different ways," My dad lies, and my stomach twists at his action.

He knows they're real. There is no reason for him to react that calm.....unless he already knew. I'm not a problem child...I'm a bookworm. It's Kenneth who bumps heads with dad. Dad's lying. 

  "That would explain her running away and creating an elaborate story to get out of the consequences," Officer Curtis responds while giving me a quick look of ha-ha.

   Kenneth makes a sound in his throat to argue, but dad shushes him instantly. Something is going on here...  Something we need to know about. I didn't make up a single word. 

 

   "Well, I will show you our guest room. Amber, why don't you go take a shower. Kenneth get to bed," Dad says as he glances towards me, guilty.

    I quietly do as I'm told while biting my tongue. I need to ask my dad a thousand questions, but I know he won't answer honestly while the officer is around. I get to my bedroom, and the disheveled bed gives me an immediate flashback.

  A shiver of fear runs down my spine, and I decide a shower is a beautiful idea... As is sleeping in Kenneth's room with him. Because I don't think I can ever sleep in that bed again. 

LUCIEN POV

  "I knew you wouldn't be able to track her," I growl as my third enters my office, winded and sweaty looking.

  Irritation at my pack for losing a slave is still itching at me. Everyone in this home is lucky I was able to call the SNCA and get orders about her being returned to Agent Tran.

  My third immediately bows his head, and I growl again before standing up.

  "Lucky for you, I have a plan B in the works," I snarl before pausing and smiling cruelly.

  A decent idea to fix my irritation and my pack's disobedience pops into my mind.

    "Send me your favorite little human.....since you failed to track down the female I want to harm, I will just settle for your little Dany. Let everyone else know their favorites are next if she isn't returned by tomorrow night," I snarl, and his eyes flash gold before he turns and leaves.

  Five minutes later, a faint knock sounds on my door, and the little brunette enters looking petrified. I hide my grin by turning my back and downing the last little bit of my Scotch. Hours of liquor have soothed my earlier rage; now, my mind is on one thing. And since my mate who killed my brother isn't here to receive her punishment, Dany will have do. 

   "Get over here," I order, and the female rushes to my side.

   I smash the empty glass right at her feet, and she jumps.

    "You let her runoff," I snarl as I undo the front of my pants.

  I stare at her tear-filled eyes with a twisted grin on my face. She shivers, and I growl just to make her cringe. I hate that I am feeling all these new emotions. I hate the new sense of longing and heartache. I hate the grief I feel at losing my baby brother. But I know a good way to distract myself. 

  "I'm sorry, Alpha," she whispers, and I chuckle darkly before shoving her to her knees.

   She whimpers a little, and the faint scent of blood drifts in the air as her knees get cut by the broken glass.

    "Suck my cock, you little slut, and I will think about forgiving you," I order while taking a fist full of her brown hair.

   I force her mouth onto my massive length and groan as my eyes close. My mind immediately begins to imagine blonde hair, fairy-like features, and blue eyes.

  "Yesss," I growl as I begin to fuck her mouth without any regards to whether she can breathe or not.

    I yank her hair hard as I get closer and closer to cumming.

   "Fuck yes. Take that cock," I snarl as she gags, and I explode down her throat.

  I pull out, and she gasps for air while scrambling away from the bloody glass.

   "Clean that mess up," I order before tucking myself back into my pants and leaving my office.

   Pleasure is buzzing through my veins as well as more than half a  bottle of scotch, and a breakable human isn't going to satisfy my hunger tonight....but Jolene doesn't sound like a good option either. My anger is beginning to return, along with something I have been battling since I laid eyes on Amber...Mating Fever.

   "MILLIE," I roar as I remember there is one more person in need of punishment after today.

   She immediately appears in the entryway to the basement, and I growl as I think of the reason why she is down there.

  My pathetic sexy little mate, who escaped! Yet again! Because this low-ranking female can't handle a few slaves while cooking. I want everyone to suffer. I want everyone to feel the pain I am feeling. Now that craving for pain is being paired with mating fever. 

   "You," I growl while shaking the dizziness from my head.

  Lust. Anger. The need for revenge. I have never felt anything like this before and it's all because of her, because of Amber. 

    Millie trembles, and I smirk evilly yet again. God, I love making these pathetic bitches scared. It gives me a sense of power beyond being Alpha.

  I stalk towards her quickly, and she flinches. She isn't my mate but her body can take the edge off of missing her.

  "Please, Alpha. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to let her escape. I hate her too. She killed Alpha Lucifer. She deserves pain," Millie whimpers, and a sharp blade of rage cuts through my body.

  Hate towards Millie. Hate towards Amber. Hate towards the stupid bond in my chest, screaming for Amber to be near me.

  "You will be sorry," I finally snarl before back, handing her across the face.

  She falls, and I shift into my beast form. My claws rip her filthy clothes from her body before I pounce on her. The only grace I give her is I keep myself from targeting the hole I know she is saving for her mate. Unlike the sluts in the pack, Millie is clean.

   "Please, Alpha! Please no! Please, no. OWWWW," Millie screams as I shove my hard cock into her ass.

  My claws latch onto her perky tits as I begin to bottom out in her tight backchannel. With each thrust, she screams, and I roar. Alpha rage mixed with grief and mate fever have taken over. My body is no longer in my control, and until Amber is returned, my members are in danger. Werewolf law on mates is for the safety of everyone....not just because a wolf wants their mate.

  Mating Fever could destroy the world if mates aren't handed in time or the wolf isn't killed or chained. 

   "Please. No. Stop. Please," Millie screams, and I roar even louder.

  Finally, my Beta and my third run into the hall to save Millie's bleeding body from my mating fever attack. They grab my arms and yank me off of her instantly—Millie whimpers before barely getting to her feet and running away.

  "Easy Alpha....easy. I think you need the silver cuffs," Beta says right next to my ear, and I snap my jaws at him while seeing red.

  Only he knows Amber is my mate, and if he shackles me, my secret will be out. I yank my arm from my third before dragging my Beta to my room. I can't communicate in this form, but I need to speak with him.

  With mating fever upon me, no female is safe.