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- Herausgeber: Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
A tale of romance, intrigue, and lots of adventure. Follow Rebecca, a normal young woman who’s dragged into a not-so-normal existence as a werewolf after she’s chosen to be the mate of a powerful werewolf. Now she has to deal with the ins-and-outs of not only being a werewolf, but the growing list of enemies who want to make her mate and her into puppy chow. What will consume her first? Her mate’s enemies or the beast within her?
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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Copyright © 2017 by Mac Flynn
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Contents
Alpha Initiation
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 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Alpha Conspiracy
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 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Alpha Resolution
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 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Continue the adventure
Other Series By Mac Flynn
Alpha Initiation
Alpha Blood, Book1
1
I had no idea my life would lead me to this captivity, or to this beast of a man. That week ended so normally, too. It was a typical Friday night where a bunch of my girlfriends and I would hang out at the club until we dragged each other home. Usually I was the designated driver because I was less likely to get a guy to buy me drinks. Most men were into the thinner girls, and there were enough of those in the bars they didn’t have to stoop down to my short height to get some. We wandered into one of the popular bars, and I took my usual seat at the table while my girlfriends took the arms of men. Nothing weird, creepy, or abnormal.
Nothing until I spottedhim.
It wasn’t that he was creepy-looking or anything. Actually he was incredibly cute, what with his dark black hair and those dazzling, crystal-clear blue eyes. He was average height and a little older than me, maybe thirty. He wore a pair of faded jeans and a white polo shirt. There was an old air about him, like you’d expect him to hold the door open or watch him sweep off his hat foryou.
None of that was really weird, not when I saw piercings and mohawks all around me. What was really weird was the way he was staring at just me. He wasn’t looking around and just passing me over, he was staring straight at me without blinking. I glanced back to see if there was something exciting behind the table I was sitting at, but there was just the usual crowd laughing, drinking, and havingfun.
I was even more surprised when he got up off his seat and went over to me. “Mind if I sit here?” he asked, and indicated the chair beside me at the small, round table.
My friend had vacated the seat a few minutes ago, and from the way she was wrapped around a guy across the room it didn’t look like she was coming back any time soon. “Sure,” I replied.
He got comfortable on the chair and looked at my glass that was mostly empty. “Can I buy you a drink?”
I shook my head. “No, but thanks, anyway.” My girlfriends and I made it a habit not to take drinks from strange men. It was safer that way in case they wanted to spike our drink.
“That’s fine. You can never be too cautious,” he agreed. I blushed because he’d seen so well through my refusal, but he didn’t seem to notice my embarrassment. Instead he glanced around the room. “A lot of people here. Any of them your friends?”
That was a good question. While I had come to the club with half a dozen girls, in that big of a crowd I had a hard time finding any of them. Some had slunk out of the club with their regular boy toys and others were dancing on the floor. Glancing for them made me look away from the stranger, and when I stared back at him I swore he’d moved his chair closer tome.
“So what’s your name?” he asked me, ignoring the fact that I hadn’t answered his earlier question.
“Oh, Becky.” Last names were never given out until I approved of the guy. So far this one was just friendly. “What’s yours?”
He smiled. “Luke.” Apparently he didn’t believe in last names, either.
“Well, Luke, I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. You just move into the neighborhood?”
Luke shook his head. “No, I’m just a little out of my hunting grounds.”
I blinked. That sounded weird. “Hunting grounds?” I repeated.
He laughed at my expression. “Yes, and I’ll let you in on a secret.” He leaned over toward me. I would have leaned back, but then I couldn’t have heard what he was saying because he spoke so low. “I’m actually a millionaire looking for a prospectivemate.”
I smiled, thinking he was playing with me, though I had to admit this was a new pickup line. “That’s a strange way of putting it. If you’re a millionaire don’t you have women falling over each other trying to get at you?” I teased.
He leaned back and gave me some breather room. “Yes, but they don’t suit me. I want one that’s real and feisty, and has the right scent. Those types of women would walk naked through Grand Central Station if it would mean marryingme.”
I wasn’t sure I believed his story about being rich, but I decided to humor him. I put on a mockingly serious face and looked around the room. “I don’t know if you’re going to find any real women here, either. There’s a lot of makeup on them, and I think most of the breasts are on mortgage.”
Luke barked out a laugh. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. A natural wit and humor aboutyou.”
Stranger or no stranger, I blushed at the compliment. “I think maybe you’re just easy to make laugh,” I teased.
He shrugged his shoulders, but looked me over with that careful stare of his. “Maybe, but that wasn’t too bad of a joke. Your boyfriend must be madly in love withyou.”
I smiled and shook my head. “If I had one he might be, but I don’t.” I took a sip of my drink and wrinkled my nose. There was a funny flavor to it. “Besides, I don’t really have that good of luck with men. They always seem to want a one-night stand and be off to the nextgirl.”
“Sounds like they don’t stick around to get to know you,” he pointedout.
“More like they go for the stick women first, and me never.”
Luke leaned forward, and his voice dropped low and deep. I detected a faint tinge of sultry need in his tone. “Maybe if you and I got together for a bite to eat then we could get to the nightpart.”
“I don’t know, we only just met and-” I jumped when I felt something prick my hip. I glanced down and saw his hand disappear into his pocket. “What did you just-” I swooned and clutched at my head. I felt very dizzy; the room around mespun.
Luke gently took a hold of my shoulders to steady me. Suddenly his smile didn’t look so friendly. “Are you all right?” he asked me. “You lookill.”
“I-I think I need to go.” One of my friends just stepped outside. If I could catch her I could have her drive mehome.
I slipped off the stool, but standing only made things worse. Luke caught me before I dropped to the ground. “Whoa there, I don’t think you need to be going anywhere,” he scolded me. I waved my hand at him to brush him off, but he only tightened his grip around my arms. “Let’s get you some freshair.”
He half dragged me through the crowds and to a side door that led to an alley. If he meant really fresh air this wasn’t it because a dumpster stood nearby and had all the smells for creating life out of rotten meat and empty beer bottles. Luke set me up against the wall opposite the door, but I still didn’t feel any better. To the contrary, I felt a lot worse. My vision was blurred and I had trouble staying awake. The only two things that stood out was the mostly-full moon in the sky and Luke’s face hovering overme.
His voice was soft and sounded as though it came from far away. “The drug won’t take much longer to travel through your system. Then you’ll sleep,” he toldme.
That scared the hell out of me enough to give me one last push of adrenaline and energy. I tried to push past him and run toward the opening to the alley. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back against the wall. The bricks dug into my back, but my body was growing numb. My vision was leaving me, too, and all I could see now were distorted lights and shadows. His face loomed up from the shadows and his bright eyes stared at me with that hungry look. I blackedout.
2
The next thing I knew I woke up with one hell of a hangover. My head throbbed and my body was stiff. I popped open my eyes and took in an eye full of a bright light hanging over me. With a groan I rolled over and grabbed at the covers to my bed. My fingers clasped a pillow, then another. I flailed around and only found the edges of countless pillows. That’s when I realized this wasn’t my bed, and I remembered that guy standing over me with that look on hisface.
I shot up on my arms and looked wildly around myself. I was in a large, square room with tall, white walls. I lay on a mountain of soft pillows, and the wood floor of the room was covered with soft, expensive oriental rugs. In front of me was a large bed against the wall, placed between two tall, narrow windows that were boarded up and blacked out with paint. To my right was a small table with two chairs, and to my left was a woodendoor.
Confused and terrified, I ran for the door. I saw there was a slot at the bottom where food could be delivered, but I jumped at the knob. I tried to turn it, but the door was locked. In my panic I wouldn’t give up that easily, and so I pounded my fists against the door. “Help! Help!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Somebody please helpme!”
I paused when I heard a noise on the other side. They were footsteps. My eyes caught movement at the knob, and since the door swung inside I stepped back to avoid being hit when it opened. I was so happy to see a short, older man of fifty with silver, slicked-back hair, a stranger, standing there and not that man that kidnapped me that I practically lunged at them and wrapped my arms around their shoulders.
“Thank god!” I sobbed out. Clinging as I was to the stranger, I could see over him and into the hall. The floor and walls were much the same as the room, and the place made itself out to be a normal, albeit large and fancy, home. However, my mind wasn’t thinking about that at the moment so much as about the man that stood at the end near a winding staircase that led downstairs. It was the same man from the bar, Luke. “Please save me from him!” I pleaded with the stranger.
The older man gently extracted my hands from his clothes with a strength I wouldn’t have given him credit to own, and he didn’t let go of my hands. The stranger held me close beside him, and that’s when I realized he wasn’t going to help me. He was holding me still while Luke walked closer and closer toward us. I thrashed and pulled trying to break his hold and dash down the hall, but nothing worked.
Luke came up to us and smiled down at me. “Good morning,” he greeted.
I glared at him. “Fuck off,” was my dainty reply.
Luke only chuckled, which was probably better for me. I couldn’t have defended myself if he got mad and struck me. “Such a feisty personality, don’t you think so, Alistair?”
“Very feisty, sir,” replied the man who heldme.
“I’ll take this young woman, and could you make breakfast fortwo?”
“Certainly, sir,” Alistair agreed.
Luke reached out for one of my hands while Alistair released his hold. In their trade-off I pulled my arms against me, eluding Luke’s hand, and shoved my shoulder first into Alistair and then Luke. The force of my push and their surprise meant I was able to knock them into opposing walls and dash down the hall. Their pounding feet chased me to the winding, circular stairs where I took the steps three at a time as it wound its way downstairs. At the bottom I slipped on a rug and toppled to the ground, knocking my shoulder hard on the wood floor. Pain shot through my arm and I criedout.
The two men were on me at once, but they didn’t haul me to my feet. Instead Alistair held me still while Luke tore open my shirt and looked over my shoulder. “Nothing broken, but it’s bruised. This will take a day or two toheal.”
“Perhaps the girl is too feisty, sir?” Alistair commented.
Luke shook his head. “Nonsense, she’s perfect, but not quite ready for freedom outside the room.” He pulled me to my feet while I clutched at my pained arm. I was shaken and scared, and tears ran down my face. I shuddered when Luke brushed his hand against my cheek to wipe away the tears. “None of that now. You’re safe with us, and we won’t hurt you.” I turned my head away and tightly shut my eyes. I wanted to wake up and have this nightmare end. “Can you walk?” he asked me. I still didn’t reply, I couldn’t. My voice was choked up with sobs that wanted to escape and show the world myfear.
My eyes shot open when I felt myself lifted into Luke’s strong arms and carried up the stairs. I instinctively clutched onto him to keep from falling, and he chuckled. I scowled at him and would have broken free if he didn’t have such a tight grip on me. Luke pressed me tight against his body, and through his thin shirt I could feel his muscles ripple with each step. He was a powerful man, one I probably couldn’t escape from without the aid of surprise.
Luke carried me back to the white room where he shut the door behind us and laid me on the bed. The moment I hit the covers I pulled away from him and swung my legs over the bed. I tried to make a dash for the door, but he was fast, very fast. He was around the bed before I reached the foot of it, and I stumbled backward away from him. “I’m afraid I can’t let you out for a few days, not until I can trustyou.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Then I’m never going to be letout.”
He smirked. “I very much doubt that, but right now wouldn’t you rather rest on the bed? That shoulder bruise musthurt.”
It hurt like hell, but I didn’t care. “I’d much rather be home, so just let me go,” I orderedhim.
Luke shook his head. “I’m afraid that’s just not possible. You see, I’ve chosen you to be my mate, and once chosen there’s no goingback.”
The finality in his voice scared and infuriated me. “I don’t care what bullshit you say! Just let me out of here!” I rammed into him, but this time he was prepared. He caught my upper arms and pushed me onto thebed.
I glanced up and shrank from the wild look in his expression. His eyes were bright and wide, and his lips were curled back in a grin that showed off some long, sharp teeth. When he spoke his voice was more growl than human, and the feral noises in his words made me shudder. Admittedly, it wasn’t from fear so much as from a small thrill of desire in me. Everything about him told me he wanted me, and a little wildness deep down in me told me I wanted him. “You shouldn’t fight me. It only makes my Beast want youmore.”
“B-beast?” I shuddered.
Luke slipped onto the bed and I scuttled back to the head. He followed me and placed his hands on either side of my body while he leaned forward so our faces were only a foot apart. “It’s what controls me, and chose you as my mate.” He glanced up and down my body. I felt stripped naked by his thorough, unblinking eyes, and covered myself with my arms. “I must admit it chose very well.” At that moment there was a knock on the door and Luke pulled back. I realized I hadn’t been breathing and swallowed a big gulp of air. “Come in,” Luke calledout.
Alistair came in with a large tray in his hands. He set it down on the small table beyond the mound of pillows and turned to us. “Would you be needing anything else, sir?”
“Just some privacy,” Luke replied. The color drained from my face at the subtle context in those words.
Alistair frowned, but gave a bow at the waist. “Very well, sir.” He left the room, and I heard the distinct sound of the door being locked behindhim.
Luke slid off the bed and wandered over to the table. On the tray I noticed all kinds of fruits, juices, and cereals, and my stomach betrayed me by growling. Luke picked up an apple and grinned. “You must be quite hungry. Take what you want, there’s plenty for both ofus.”
I turned my face away, but the gnawing in my stomach wouldn’t leave. “Not until you let me go,” I insisted.
Luke tossed the apple at me and it fell at my feet. “At least eat enough for you to escape. You’re going to need all your strength and wits to get away fromus.”
“I almost did,” I shotback.
“I must admit you gave us a merry chase, but that wouldn’t have lasted long. Alistair and I are proficient hunters, and even if we had lost sight of you we wouldn’t have lost your scent.” I wrinkled my face. He made himself out to be some sort of an animal. “What an interesting expression on your face. Do I really disgust you that much?” he askedme.
“I don’t care, just let me go!” I repeated.
“I’m afraid I can’t let that happen, but why don’t you have a taste of that apple? I can guarantee you’ll like it.” I was so mad and afraid that I grabbed the apple and chucked it at him. He effortlessly caught it in one of his hands and grinned. “Nice throwing arm, and a good aim. Yes, I can see how you would make a goodmate.”
“Stop calling me that!” I shrieked athim.
He shook his head. “I think not, at least not until you start behaving.” He paused and rubbed his chin. “Perhaps that would be a suitable punishment. For as long as you disobey me you won’t have a name, but you’ll still be my possession.”
“I’d rather not have a name than be your possession!”
Luke tossed the apple onto the tray. “You’ll change your mind. Until then keep your strength up and fight me all you want.” He strode to the door, unlocked it with a key from his pocket, and left me alone in my white dungeon.
3
I pressed my back up against the wall behind the bed and hugged my legs to myself. Tears rolled down my cheeks and all I could think about were those plain walls around me, trapping me in this horrible place with this insane man and his servant. Only yesterday I’d been a happy college student with my biggest worry being if I was going to miss my friends’ calls and if that stupid geology teacher was going to give us homework. Now here I sat in this strange room threatened by these men and with no chance at escape.
Still, there were lingering hopes for escape even in the confines of that white room. I glanced up and looked over the boarded windows. They looked secure, but where there was a will there was a way. I slipped off the bed and hurried over to the window on the left to try to pry the boards off; no luck. They were nailed on with thick nails that resembled railroad spikes, and the other window was the same. I’d need something heavy or sharp to break the wood, or at least to pry the boards loose with leverage.
I looked around the room and spotted the food tray. My stomach growled, reminding me that fear, my earlier mad dash, and trying to pull off the boards had given me an even greater appetite than before. I slunk up to the table and inspected the food. It all looked perfectly normal to me. The apple he’d tossed to me lay beside the other fruit, and I grabbed that and sat down for a breather. I intended to eat only as much as I needed and nothing more, but when I bit into the apple and chewed on the piece I was overcome with this strange, overpowering urge to eat more. My body flushed with a desire to savor everything on the tray, to have all those textures roll across my tongue and slide down my throat.
It wasn’t the flavor of the apple that made me grab another apple. It was more like an added spice brushed over the food that created a sensual, overpowering need to consume it all. I dug in like an animal and devoured fruit, juice and cereal. My hands clawed off fruit skins and I drank down the juice, and I relished every moment as my body heated up with each bite and drink. My clothes were splattered with my food, but I didn’t care. There was only that burning inside me that demanded I feed the fire. I finished off the last of the food and drink, and found myself craving more. My tense, flushed body ached for another bite, another drink, and I whimpered when I found I couldn’t satisfy myneed.
It was at that moment the door to the room opened and Luke stepped inside. His eyes fell on the empty tray in front of me, and then to me, covered as I was in the remains of my breakfast. He smirked, and shut and locked the door behind himself. “It seems you enjoyed your breakfast,” he teased.
My anger was rekindled by his smirk, but only partially. The need inside of me dampened the flame of ire. “You put something in it, didn’t you?” I accusedhim.
He walked over to me and picked up the apple core. Even that was partially chewed. “Only a little wolf’s bane. It adds a unique flavor for our kind that is similar to an aphrodisiac.” I didn’t understand what it was or what kind about which he was talking, but I understood the second part about the aphrodisiac. That explained the sensual need inside of me clawing to get out. He tossed the core back onto the tray and turned to me with those bright eyes. “It seems to have affected you quite well. How are you feeling?”
“Hot,” I hoarsely whispered to him. I couldn’t help myself when my hand reached up and brushed the naked skin of my long shirt collar. My flesh was hot and wet from sweat, and I shuddered at the feel of my own fingers caressing myskin.
Through the lens of my sensual emotions I saw his grin take on a more feral appearance as his teeth shone out beneath his lips. His eyes brightened as they had before, and I swear they changed color from blue to yellow. “You look very flushed. Let me help you to your bed.” I was languid and submissive as he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. He set me on the soft covers, and my hands grasped them when a wave of heat swept over me. I shuddered, and he sat down at my side. His hand came up and brushed aside wet strands of my hair, soaked as they were in my hot sweat. His touch lit a fire that I couldn’t quench with food; I wanted something more. “You look ravishing,” he whispered tome.
I gasped for breath. His voice was deep and sultry, and there was a tremor in the tone that told me how badly he wanted me. I wanted the same, and I purred and moaned at every touch of his hands against me. His right hand slid down my soaked shirt and over my heaving breasts. He paused over the pert peaks and teased me with promises, but his hand kept going down over my stomach to the waistband of my jeans. They felt tight, too tight, and I strained to break free of them. It was his pleasure to pop open my pants button and draw down the zipper, but it was all so tantalizinglyslow.
I whimpered, trying to tell him that I wanted faster, that I wanted him. He chuckled and buried his face into my neck, nuzzling me while his hand toyed with my underwear. I cursed it for being there and for keeping his fingers from touching my naked skin. He toyed with the waistband of those before his hand slipped inside. I wanted him inside me, but his fingers danced soothingly over my skin and rustled into my thick bristle of hair. He navigated the jungle and brushed across my folds, and I jumped when he ghosted over the sensitive spot between mylegs.
His breath against my throat was harsh and raspy. He strained against his urge to ravish me like we both wanted. “Do you like that?” he growled.
“Y-yes,” I stuttered out. I couldn’t lie to him. I wasn’t thinking enough to say anything but the truth.
“Do you wantmore?”
“Y-yes.”
“How badly do you wantit?”
“Badly.”
“Good.” Luke pulled his hand away, and I cried out in agony and disappointment. He sat up and smirked down at me. “Remember how badly you want it. Next time I might oblige you.” I whimpered and squirmed, but he stood and stepped over to the door. His eyes smoldered with need, but his mind was too strong to overcome the sensual demands of carnal desire. “Good morning.” He gave his farewell and left me lying there covered in sweat and with my thighs soaked with my ownneed.
I grasped the covers and kicked my legs, throwing a tantrum like some child punished for disobeying their parent. This child wanted, no, needed her desire quenched. I craved his fingers against me, touching me and pleasuring me like no other man. Unbidden my hand reached down and dipped beneath my underwear. I gasped when my fingers brushed against my sensual nerves, sending a shiver up mybody.
It wasn’t like his, though, and that frustrated me. I wanted that same pleasure of a man touching me and toying with me, but I had to settle for this. My finger dipped between my wet, hot folds and rubbed the bundle of delight between my thighs. I groaned and squirmed above the covers, and my hips rocked in rhythm with the beat of an erotic dance. Little shoots of delicious pleasure pulsed out from between my thighs and swelled over me, penetrating my mind with thoughts of him on top ofme.
I imagined his strong muscles pressing down against my bare breasts, and our groans filling the air as we thrust against each other. His arms would be wrapped around me, holding me to him as he penetrated me again and again. Our sweat-covered bodies would writhe and squirm together trying to become one as we reached the height of carnal lust. His grunts and groans would echo in my ears, and when my body couldn’t take any more I would scream out his name for the world tohear.
“Oh god,” I moaned out loud. My finger brushed harder and faster against me. My other hand massaged the bed covers and my back arched to push my pert buds into the air. All I could think about was him; inside of me, pressing against me. My carnal thoughts were unfulfilled with his absence, and that drove me to the brink of insanity. I needed him, desired him, and he had leftme.
I was in a frenzy to free myself and find some solace in my solitude. My free hand wrenched at the buttons of my shirt, tearing them away and opening my breasts to the stifling air. They were swollen and pushing up against my bra. With a flick of my fingers the strap was undone and they were freed. With a wild toss the shirt and bra flew across the room while my finger worked its magic between my thighs. The thrills of pleasure ran through me, but it still wasn’t enough. I needed one last push to make up for his being gone. My free hand grasped one of my breasts and massaged the pulsing, swollen mound of flesh. It was slick and round, and I milked myself for sensual fulfillment.
“Oh god, please. Please.” I moaned. So close, oh so close. The heat was unbearable, the tension strong. I could feel myself creeping closer to the edge of bliss. Almost there. I tossed back my head and cried to the heavens my satisfaction. “Oh god, yes. Yes! Yes!” My world burst into a million lights with a million tingles of pleasure. I shook and shivered, and squirmed atop the covers.
For all its buildup the moment was gone in a flash. The pleasure faded and I slumped down atop the covers, my body covered in sweat and myself. I gasped for breath and my body tingled with delight, but there was still something wrong. I’d reached satisfaction, but that wasn’t enough. I needed him to reach the full height of my sexual potential. He needed to be the one to take me to heavenly bliss. I whimpered and brushed a hand through myhair.
That’s when I froze. What the hell was I doing? This man was my jailer, my kidnapper, my enemy. I shouldn’t have wanted him that way. I should have starved to death rather than follow this path of almost unbearable aphrodisiac-induced sexual arousal. I would have smacked myself if I’d had the energy, but all I could do was lay there and let the effects of the poisoned food wear off. I berated myself a thousand times over, and promised myself a million times to let myself starve. He wouldn’t want to have sex with a skeleton woman, not if he’d chosen my plumpbody.
A sudden thought struck me. What if I did displease him? What would he do to me then? Would I be tossed out on a pile of corpses made up of the other girls who’d displeased him? My heart thumped fast and I found the energy to sit up. There wasn’t any evidence of other people in the room, but psychopaths were clever, and this guy was definitely a psychopath. I needed to escape, but I needed to bide my time and make him think I was following his orders when I was really planning to underminehim.
4
I had another look around my cage and noticed a door on the wall behind the small table. I scuttled over to it, and was relieved and overjoyed to find it was unlocked. The door opened, but my hopes were dashed. Inside was a simple bathroom made in the same bland style as the larger room. Still, I wouldn’t let a little disappointment slow me down. If there was anything college had taught me, there was always a way out with some excuse or escape route.
I stepped inside and inspected the walls for a window. There was a small one opposite the door, but that was bricked up. I’d have better luck with the boarded up windows, so I went back into the large room and took another look at those ones. The railroad spikes stared back at me, mocking me with their strength, but there were ways to get past them. They weren’t screwed in, at least not as far as I could tell, so maybe I could pry them loose bit bybit.
My fingers danced over the rough edges of the boards looking for a handhold, but they were nailed too close together. I’d need something thin and tough to wedge between them if I was going to pry the boards loose. I glanced over my shoulder and my eyes fell on the tray that man Alistair had brought in. That looked sturdy enough, and it was the only thing in sight to help me. I dashed over, quietly removed the remains of food and dishes, and ran back to the window. The tray was made of some sort of sturdy metal, and thin enough I could slip it between a few of the wider gaps between the boards.
When it was securely wedged at the height of my chest, I put my hands on the tray and pressed down with all my weight and strength. The tray creaked and the wood groaned, and little by little, inch by inch freedom appeared behind the board. In a few minutes, and after a few breaks, I managed to loosen the board enough that I could pry my fingers into the hole and yank on the wood. In an hour my hard work was rewarded when the board and its stubborn nails came off in my hands. Victory was accompanied by a loud wrenching noise when the wood pulled from the wall, and I froze with the board tightly gripped in my hands. I listened for sounds of footsteps and voices, but nothing came to myears.
I softly set aside the board and glanced at the hole. There was only a glass window, and beyond that was the world. Unfortunately, it wasn’t any world I knew. The forest of city buildings was replaced by a forest of tall trees, and the streets were now an expansive lawn that stopped at the edge of those trees forty feet beyond the house in which I was trapped. I didn’t see any road or driveway, so I guessed my room was at at the back of the house. That would make escape easier.
There was a drop of thirteen feet from my window to the ground, but I noticed a thick layer of vine peeked out around the edge of the left-hand panes. I could climb down those and run away, but then I ran into another problem. Which direction was I supposed to go? The sun was out and I knew which ways were east and west, but I didn’t know if any of those ways would lead me back home. There was also the problem with the sun being there in the first place. I’d be spotted a lot faster during a day escape than at night, so with a heavy heart I put back the board. When night came I could make my escape, and until then I’d use their bathroom to clean myself up and act like the perfect prisoner.
Being a perfect prisoner was easier than I thought. Nobody came to check on me except when Alistair arrived with a new tray and took away the old one. I’d tossed the older tray against the wall, and when he picked it up he noticed the bent edges on one side where I’d shoved it between the boards. When he glanced questioningly at me, I scowled back. “I tossed it against a wall,” I told him. That was the truth so he wouldn’t suspect I was lying.
He raised an eyebrow and those old, crafty eyes drilled into me like two steady snipers zeroing in on their target. “I see,” he drawled. “Would you care for anything else, miss?”
“Yeah, I want to get out of here,” I quipped.
Alistair shook his head. “I’m afraid that’s quite beyond my abilities. The master appreciates your company, and would like you tostay.”
What he’d said about being powerless made me angry, and my hands clenched at my side. “But I don’t appreciate his company, and it is in your ‘abilities’ to get me out of here. You’ve got a key to the door and know your way around here, so don’t give me that bullshit about being some loyal servant. You’re just as guilty as he is with keeping mehere.”
Alistair bowed his head. “If that’s how you feel about it, miss, but I’m afraid I still can’t let you out. I will return at evening with dinner.”
He left, and I was more determined than ever to escape that very night. I didn’t trust the food, but I drank some water from the tap in the bathroom and planned my escape. I set aside a dark blanket from the bed as a makeshift cloak, and found an emergency flashlight in the bathroom to light my way. That evening Alistair came as promised, but I was startled and disappointed when Luke came with him. I wanted to make my escape into the darkness as soon as possible, and I hated myself when, at the mere sight of Luke, my body jumped at attention. Heat pooled between my legs and I shifted uneasily atop the bed covers. I couldn’t forget how hot and needed he’d made me feel, but the remembrance of his rejection helped me control some of my womanly urges to copulate.
My lead captor noticed the untouched plate that Alistair carted out of the room and stepped up to the table beside the new tray. “You haven’t eaten since breakfast,” he commented.
“I’m going on a diet,” I snapped back from where I sat on thebed.
“I prefer my mate to have meat on her bones.”
“And I prefer not to be yourmate.”
He smirked, and I didn’t know if I wanted to smack or kiss that beautiful face. “I’m afraid Destiny has other plans for you, and so doI.”
“I don’t care what either of you have planned, I want out of this place. You don’t have any right to keep mehere.”
“Right? Other than the legal one put down by humans, I have every right to keep you here,” he insisted.
His statement made me seriously wonder if he was all there. “I’m pretty sure you’re not excluded from the human population. Might have something to do with you being human, unless you’re an alien in disguise,” I protested.
Luke chuckled and sauntered to the end of the bed. I scooted back away from him, especially when his dark eyes gazed at me with his hot, intense look. “Not an alien, but not human, either. I’ll show you soon what I am, but for now let’s just say I have a unique bloodline.”
“Whatever the hell you think you are, I don’t care. I just want out of here,” I persisted.
Luke sighed and shook his head. “I’m afraid that just can’t be done. Any separation of more than a day and I can’t ensure your virginity aroundme.”
I blushed and stammered out my reply. “H-how do you know I’m a virgin? Maybe I’ve been with plenty ofguys.”
He slid around the end of the bed post and up to the side of the bed. “Because I can smell it all over you. Your uncontrolled arousal in my presence, the way you begged me for my touch, and the way your heart beats faster the closer I come toyou.”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lamely protested.
“Your need permeates this room with its delicious scent. It nearly drives me mad with lust.” He crept closer to me and I squished myself up against the wall behind the bed. His voice dropped to a sultry whisper that lit my body aflame with desire. “And there you sit innocent as a sheep with the wolf creeping up on you from the inside and out. I crave to show you what I’m capable of, what we’re both capable of.” He was two feet away and reached his hand out toward me. I shrank back and turned my head away to avoid his touch. I didn’t trust myself not to give in and yield to his lustful demands that my own body wanted so badly. His fingers paused a few inches from my face, and with a pained expression he pulled back. He nearly gasped for breath from the exertion of self-control. “But not yet. Soon, but not yet.” He stood and looked down at me with an eager gleam in his eyes. “But when that time comes we’ll both enjoyit.”
I shuddered. Not at how he said those words, but because I believed them. There was such a desire inside me, and such an erotic lust in him, that a voluntary sexual relationship with him was inevitable. That is, unless he let me go or I escaped. I opted to give this terrifying man one last chance to redeem himself. “Or you could just let me go. You could blindfold me and put me back at the club where we met, and I won’t tell anyone about you or this place.”
Luke sighed and shook his head. “I’m afraid that just isn’t possible. We’ve gone too far to go back, and you’ll know soon enough why that is. Until then, rest easy.” He left and locked the door behindhim.
I didn’t waste a minute of precious time. The night was only so many hours, and I needed all of them to hide me. I hurried over to the door and put my ear against it. All was quiet, so I snuck to the window and pried the board loose. That single freed board made a whole large enough for me to scrunch through, but first I had to deal with the glass. I gathered up a pillow and stuck my hand into the casing so the stuffing was in front of my hand. I peeked out to make sure the coast was clear before I smashed my covered hand into the glass. The pillow muffled the sound of shattering glass and protected my fist from the shards. The pieces fell and hit the soft grass beneath my window.
I tossed aside the pillowcase, grabbed my makeshift cloak of bed blankets and crawled headfirst out of the window. I jiggled the vines with my hands and found them thick and sturdy, so I pulled myself up a few feet so my legs could slide out. My hands shook so badly I thought I would fall, but somehow I scurried down the vines without slipping and dropped to the ground. The vines traveled past one of the lower floor windows, and there was a light on in the room. I peeked my head in and saw it was a study lined with bookshelves and a large desk near the window. There was a chair behind the desk with the back turned to the glass, but I could see Alistair in front of the desk staring at someone in theseat.
“Are you certain this girl is the one? Many others have made mistakes,” Alistair questioned.
“I’m absolutely certain, but I get the feeling you don’t approve of her,” replied the person in the chair, and I recognized the voice as belonging toLuke.
Alistair frowned. “She is very unknown to our world, sir, and ignorance is a threat tous.”
“Ah, now we get down to something else. What really makes you worry so much, old friend?” Luke askedhim.
“Your influence over the others is very precarious right now. If this would go wrong they could see you as unfit of your title and position.”
“I’m sure things won’t go so badly, but once I completely change her I’ll be sure to stabilize my position.”
“Even if that means skirmishes with the competing lords?” Alistair askedhim.
“Even if that means war,” Luke firmly replied. “We can’t let them win, no matterwhat.”
I’d heard enough to realize how insane were the pair of them, and stepped away from the edge of the window. I slunk across the lawn, careful to keep out of the lights from the windows, and reached the edge of the trees in a minute. I turned back and got my first, and hopefully last, full look of the house. It was a two-story colonial house made of bricks with white edging on the roof and several old chimneys. It was a nice place if it hadn’t been such a terrifying prison for me. I turned away from it and slunk into the trees with the dark blanket of night wrapped tightly aroundme.
5
I picked up on a trail that ran through the trees and followed that for several mile, aided by the light of the almost-full moon. After an hour’s panicked walk I reached a wide, swiftly-flowing creek where the path split in two. Water usually meant civilization somewhere along it, so I could follow upstream or downstream to hopefully find sane people. By the time I reached that branch in the path I was covered in sweat and exhausted. I promised myself that come freedom, I was going to lose a few pounds. The path branched off to the left and right, both following the bank. Neither gave any sign of civilization, so that meant all possibilities were on the table. Either one led to safety, both led to safety, or none of them led to safety. That made for odds I couldn’t calculate but didn’tlike.
The situation got a lot worse when I heard a deep, loud howl fill the air. I stiffened and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Either that had been a really big dog, or there were wolves in these woods. The worst part about the howl was that it sounded like it was only a few miles away, which was much closer than I wanted. It did help me decide on the left path because that led farther away from thehowl.
I rushed along the trail, dodging low branches and jumping over roots while I hoped for this trail to be the right direction. My heart beat faster when I heard that howl again, and this time it was closer. Another howl followed it, but this one was in a different pitch. That meant there were two different wolves in the woods, a small pack. I rushed headlong down the path in a wild abandonment to panic. Bushes and low trees brushed and scratched me as I tore along the narrowing trail. My shoes skidded on the wet creek rocks, and more than once I nearly lost my balance and fell into those dark, cold waters.
Just when I thought there wouldn’t be any room for me to run, the path ahead opened to a meadow. In that meadow stood a shack with an electric pole outside and a light shining through the dirty windows. I dashed up to the door and banged on the entrance. “Please help me! Please!”
I heard a shuffling of footsteps and the door opened wide enough for an eyeball to peek through at me. “What’s wanted?” came the old, gruff voice of aman.
“Please help me! I just escaped from a house a few miles back and I think there are wolves chasing me!” I gaspedout.
“What house were ya at?” he askedme.
“I don’t know, some brick house where two men live. They kidnapped me and I need to get to the police.”
The old man shut the door, unlatched a few locks and opened it wide. The shack was a single-room with a simple bed in one corner and a table with two chairs in the middle. Above the table was the single source of light, a dusty old lamp with a dim bulb. I also had my first view of the old man. He was about five foot with a scraggly gray beard and a few strands of hair on the top of his head. His clothes were ragged and simple, but clean. He impatiently swept his hand over the room. “Get in. We ain’t got all night.”
“Oh thank you!” I shouted while I rushed into the room. He shut the door and locked the door with three bolts. “Do you have a phone I can use to call the police?”
He shook his head and shuffled over to one of the two chairs. “Nope. Don’t like those things,” he told me as he satdown.
I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach. He was unusually calm after my story, and I didn’t like that he’d locked the door. “Then do you have a car we can use to get totown?”
“Yep, but I think ya need to just relax fer a bit. Ya look real tired.” He nodded at the seat opposite him. “Get yerself comfortable. Won’t be more than a few minutes.”
My heart leapt against the front of my rib cage. “A few minutes untilwhat?”
“Until the master be coming. I’m sure him and that worthless manservant of his are searching for ya rightnow.”
My eyes widened and I backed up against the wall beside the door. “Master?”
“Aye. That’d be Master Luke,” he replied.
I picked the wrong hut to hide in. I threw myself at the door and had one of the bolts open before one of his wizened old hands reached out behind me and grabbed one of my arms. He wrenched me back and I fell into the other chair. “Let me go! Please let me go!” I beggedhim.
He frowned and shook his head. “Can’t do that, miss. Yer a pretty thing, but the master said to not let ya leave if I was to ever find ya escaping.”
“I’ll do anything, just don’t let them-” My frantic pleadings were interrupted by the howling of the wolves, and the sounds came from just outside the door. The old man turned to the entrance and unlocked the remaining bolts. He meant to open the door with those wolves on his doorstep. “Don’t!” I screamed at him. I shot off the my seat and grabbed his shoulders to pull him back, but beneath that weathered exterior was a solid frame. My efforts proved futile.
The old man swung open the door to reveal Luke, and behind him stood Alistair. Luke had a dark expression on his face, and Alistair was as stoic as ever. “Do you have the girl?” Luke asked the oldman.
“Aye, sir, but I don’t like this one bit. She might’ve been found by the others,” the old man replied.
“But she wasn’t,” Alistair spokeup.
The old man glared at the manservant. “No thanks to the likes of ya,” he shot back. I had a feeling the two men didn’t get along, but their disagreements were the least of my worries. Luke blocked the door, so there was only the window to my left that could serve as my escape.
“Enough, you two,” Luke scolded the men. He nodded at me, and addressed the old man. “How long as she been here, Zeke?”
“Only a few minutes, sir.” Old Zeke chuckled. “She said she heard some wolves out there.”
I edged toward the window while one of my hands grasped the back of the wooden chair. Luke turned to me with a grin on his lips. “You were fortunate to find Zeke’s home.” My eyes flitted over to the window and Luke held out his hand to me. “Come now. It’s time to return to the house.”
I scowled at him. “Noway.”
I tossed the chair at the window and the glass shattered on impact. It was a bad break with bits of sharp glass along the edges, but I dove for the opening. Luke was too fast. He latched onto my waist and pulled me back, but not before my hands were cut on the edges. I thrashed and kicked in his grasp. “Let me go! I won’t go back!” I screamed athim.
“Alistair!” Luke called out to his manservant. I saw Alistair pull out a small bag from inside his coat, and from that he removed a needle. Luke pinned my arms to my sides and pressed my feet against the floor so I couldn’t kick him. Alistair grabbed one of my arms and inserted the needle. The clear liquid flowed into my body and I felt a fog cloud my mind. My limbs went limp and Luke swept me into his arms. “Sorry to do this to you again, Rebecca, but you gave us no choice.” The last I remember was his face, and then everything went black.
I don’t know how long I was out, but long enough that when I woke up I was back in that hideous white room and the board was back on the window. The boards all had extra nails in them, and there were large, long boards that ran from the top to the bottom of the window across the other boards. I lay on the bed, and my wounded hands were carefully bandaged. They were stiff and sore, and reminded me I’d failed in my attempt to flee. A wave of depression swept over me, and I grabbed one of the pillows to muffle my crying.
“Are you really that unhappy?” a voice asked me. My head shot up and I rolled over to find Luke standing behind me and close to thebed.
“Why shouldn’t I be?” I shot back. “Did you think kidnapping me would make me likeyou?”
“I thought perhaps a little time to know me would tell you I meant you noharm.”
“No harm? No harm?” I sat up and tossed the pillow at him. He let it hit his chest and drop harmlessly to the ground. “Do you think the only way you can hurt somebody is physically? I’m stuck in this place with you and that creepy other guy, and somehow that’s supposed to be alright?”
“His name is Alistair,” Luke correctedme.
“I don’t care if his name is Crap, or if you were a billionaire. I just want to gohome!”
Luke smirked. “I have to admit I’m not worth that much, and Crap isn’t Alistair’s name. He might not appreciate that nickname, either.”
“Crap!” I yelled back. “Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap!”
There was a knock on the door after my tirade. “Is everything all right, sir?” Crap called from the otherside.
“Crap!” I yelled.
“Quite all right, Alistair. Miss Rebecca was merely clearing her throat,” Luke replied.
“Crap crap crap!” My voice nearly drowned out theirs.
“There was a phone call for you earlier, sir. It was from Miss Stevens.”
I opened my mouth for another round, but Luke sprung forward and slapped his hand over my lips. Luke sighed. “What did shewant?”
“To inform you that the meeting has been pushed ahead a week, and will start in fourdays.”
Luke’s eyes widened and he moved over to the door so fast I could barely follow his blur. He flung open the door and caught Alistair standing in the hall. “Four days?” he repeated.
Alistair had a grim expression on his face, and he nodded. “Yes, sir. She said it was by the request of Lance and Simpling.”
“Damn it!” Luke swore under his breath. He ran his hand through his hair and scowled. “Change our tickets and add one for Rebecca, and ready us to leave in aday.”
“But the full moon is in two days,” Alistair pointedout.
Luke shook his head. “It can’t be helped. We’ll have to make do with one of theinns.”
“We will arrive at Burnbaum’s on that day,” Alistair informedhim.
A wry smile slipped onto Luke’s face. “I suppose there are worse places. At least his rooms are clean and have thick walls.”
“I’ll make the arrangements immediately.” Alistair bowed and hurried off, and Luke shut thedoor.
He turned to me and swept his hand over the windows. “It seems the extra precautions are all for naught. We need to hurry to an important meeting, and you’re coming along.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’ll have to keep me drugged the whole way,” I threatened him. I hoped that would mean I could stay at the house to try for another escape.
“If that’s what has to be done,” he nonchalantly replied.
“You’ll get a lot of stares carrying around an unconscious woman,” I pointedout.
He shook his head and smiled. “Not to our destination. It’s common to see initiates drugged to control them.” I cringed. This sounded like a trip on a slave route. He noticed my distress and sighed. “I promised you before that no harm would come to you, and I still keep to my word as an honorable werewolf.”
There was something not quite right about that oath. “A what?” I askedhim.
“A werewolf,” he repeated, as though there was nothing unusual in thatword.
I slowly slid away from him. “A werewolf?” I repeated.
He smirked. “I think we’ve establishedthat.”
“Yeah, but not your sanity level, if it’s high enough to be measured,” I shot
