Page 93 of Mated to the Wolves

He rubs his seed into my gland.

“I don’t reward inappropriate behavior, Brat. You should remember that. If we were home, I’d show you how I handle disobedience.”

My heart knocks in my chest. Is he going to make me leave the room with his cum dripping off my face?

“What a beautiful mess you make, wearing our seed like a proper mate.” Cadoc tucks my hair behind my ear. “Stand up and show your mates.”

I rise and he spins me around.

“You’re ours, Brat. No one is going to take you away. There’s nowhere you can go that we wouldn’t find you.”

His breath tickles my ear.

“It’s time you accept that.”

“This is clan Eskildson. You represent all of us.” Bo’s voice holds a softness I haven’t heard before.

“And I won’t have my good name sullied.” He grips my chin gently.

“Understand?”

I nod. Bo wipes my face clean with a handkerchief he’s pulled from his suit pocket. He turns my face away. The humiliation burns bright. I thought we were connected, but he discarded me.

“We’re going to leave this room, head straight to the garage, and leave. I don’t want to take any chances with you not being fully mated to us. People want you.”

“We all smelled it,” Fell nods his head in agreement.

“So you’re going to keep your head down and do whatever we tell you,” Cadoc adds.

“Yes, Sir.” The words are out before I can think about it.

“I like that, Brat.”

“Let’s go. Right now, most people are occupied. We’ll take the back way.” Bo shrugs off his jacket and places it over my head.

They place me in the middle of their large bodies and usher me out of the room. Keeping my eyes trained on the ground, I make myself as small as possible.

The sound of rutting and bodies coming together drifts further away as we turn corner after corner. We hurry down the stairs while Bo rushes ahead to speak to a security guard.

Keys jingle and we move into a cooler space. The jacket is removed. Bo hits the car alarm.

“Get in, fast.”

I scramble in the back, trembling as the sounds of people rushing towards us comes closer.

I’m pressed between Fell and Kirk. The door is flung open and the security guard is pushed aside.

Three of the Alpha’s top enforcers burst into the garage. They run toward us. Bo floors the gas, and we skid over the concrete, clipping a side-view mirror on our way out.

The men chase us until we’re halfway down the driveway, already hitting over a hundred miles per hour.

“What the fuck was that?” Fell takes a shaky breath.

“Are you okay?” Cadoc’s voice drifts back from the passenger seat.

I nod, caught up in my racing thoughts. I place my trembling hands in my lap and try to calm my heart.

One thing’s certain, we need to figure things out, now. Quiet settles over the car while we catch our breath. Before it’s too late.

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