Chapter 5

I stare wide-eyed, mouth agape at the man I shared my heat with three years ago. I have to be mistaken, but my body knows the truth. Those strong hands caressed my skin. Those plush lips spent hours sucking marks onto my breasts.

Immediately, I turn away. Curling closer to Jane, I hope to use her to hide. She’s beautiful, curvaceous and memorable. Next to her, I look like a sack of potatoes.

“Tell me when he’s gone,” I whisper.

Jane glances at me curiously. “He’s not looking this way anymore.”

I exhale in relief.

“Do you not want to be chosen?” Jane asks me. “Now that I’ve seen him. He’s so handsome…”

“I don’t care how handsome he is,” I say. “I’d rather just go home.”

Jane nods with understanding though watching her, I can see the wonder in her eyes as she looks at Caleb. Who could blame her? A terrible situation is made marginally better knowing the King is not some lecherous old man.

“He’s coming closer,” Jane says in a hasty whisper. Suddenly, she straightens. Curving her back a little, she juts out her already voluptuous breasts.

I’ve always thought my curves to be adequate but compared to Jane, I look like a skinny lamppost.

Turning slightly, I catch sight of the King as he nears us. Heavens above, he’s even more handsome up close. My memories are hazy from our night together. Though I’m sure he was the man, I only remember shadows, not the full expanse of his gorgeous face.

That tall, strong body, though, I remember a bit more. Shifting muscles, strong thighs.

He pressed his hands against my arms, dragging them over my head.

“Don’t move,” he growled in my ear.

Now, I shiver, remembering the dark timber of his voice.

Just as quickly as they arrived, I shake the thoughts away. I am not here for sex, despite the premise of potentially being selected for the King’s harem.

My singular purpose is to protect Samuel and my pack from danger.

Samuel, the man I loved who I will never hold again.

My chest aches. How close we were to lasting, and I didn’t even know it until it was already too late. I wish he had confided in me. So much heartache could have been avoided.

Though perhaps it was for the best that things worked out as they did. If I’d known Samuel loved me for longer, our parting would have been even more difficult.

Maybe I would have been too selfish to make the choice I did. I might have even run away with him.

The King might have eventually found us, but for a time we would have been happy.

The King…

I look at him again and a touch of hatred flickers to life in my heart.

All of my bad luck, all of my problems, began that night three years ago, when I shared my heat with this man.

I have no desire to interact with him ever again.

He approaches us. Jane lowers her gaze, demure. From beside her, I sneak a few glances, watching Caleb trace his eyes over Jane’s curvaceous figure.

“This one is acceptable,” the King says, his voice a deep sexy rumble. My body reacts instantly, heating without my consent.

Caleb tilts his gaze to me. Swiftly, he looks down the length of my body. Just as quickly, he looks away. He doesn’t say a word as he continues forward, walking down the line for category B toward the stage.

Guards come closer to collect Jane. “With us,” they command her.

She glances at me. “I hope we meet again,” she says before she turns and follows them out of the room.

Near the doorway, I spot the guard that groped Jane watching the scene with clear disgust. When his gaze flickers to me, I immediately look away.

Caleb selects a few more girls in the B-line, and then moves up the A-line, selecting several more. He doesn’t even glance at the C’s.

At the stage, he says something to his Beta Tristan. Then, he totally walks out of the room.

The minute he steps out, nearly everyone exhales a deep breath. For a moment, the thick tension seems broken, and relief replaces it.

Has the King made all of his decisions? Are the rest of us free to go back home now?

Could I return to Samuel and after waiting out the next two weeks, become Luna of the pack?

Excitement coils within me. Perhaps my luck is about to change after all.

“You,” says a voice from behind me. I turn and see the guard who had grabbed Jane. He has his gun in his hand, the barrel pointed in my direction. “Come with me.”

“The king didn’t select me,” I say.

The guard just smirks, a vicious, sharp thing that twists his face. “That makes your ripe for the plucking, heroine. You stepped in and ruined my fun. Now I get my fun out of you.” That smirk slips, revealing the flash of anger underneath. “Come with me. Now.”

I look around for support, but all those who are close enough to have heard him are avoiding my gaze.

I’m standing in a sea of people, but I’ve never felt so alone.

“I won’t ask again,” he snaps. Reaching out, he grips my wrist and drags me with him. He pulls me toward a sideroom that I haven’t seen anyone come in or out of. He kicks the door open, then throws me inside.

I stumble into a stack of boxes. This is a storage closet, filled with boxes and shelves, but no people.

He places his gun down on a stack of boxes near the door. Even without it, he’s much bigger and stronger than me.

I glance around desperately, but I don’t see any other doors or windows in this room. I’m totally trapped.

“Take your clothes off,” he orders.

Wrapping my arms over my chest, I shake my head.

“I know you aren’t a virgin, bitch. Take your clothes off like a good little slut, before I make you go to your knees.” He grins. “Or maybe that’s what you want. You desperate for a good face fucking, slut? You want to suck my cock?”

“Fuck you!” I shout.

His grin disappears. “Don’t talk back,” he growls as he storms toward me.

As I turn away, he grabs me by the shoulder. His fingers curve, grabbing my shirt in a fist, and he pulls in a rush, tearing the sleeve and much of the front off of my shirt.

Crowding into me, he shouts, “On your knees!”

“No!” I scream.

I try to back up but he grabs me by both arms.

He starts to pull.

He’s stronger than me. I can’t break his grip.

Then, suddenly, he stops. His eyes widen. His lips part and blood dribbles down from his mouth.

Looking down, I see the bladed edge of a sword sticking out from his ribcage.

With a slice, the sword tears through him. Blood splashes all over me and my torn clothing.

The guard’s body falls then, in a heap.

Standing behind him, holding the hilt of the bloodied sword, stands King Caleb.

I tremble in shock and fear.

Caleb glares at me. “For three years, I’ve been looking for you. And for our child.”

Our… what?