Page 71 of Forced Pregnant Mate

He seems to be heading back to Silverton but turns down a rough dirt track before we get near the main road. My stomach lurches in fear as I realize we are nowhere near any kind of civilization.

No help. No people or houses. No nothing.

He stops the truck under a tall tree and orders me to get out. I do, but I’m so shaky I almost fall to the ground. Father grabs my arm and hauls me to my feet.

“Fucking hell, girl! How did I put up with you for this many years? You’re beyond useless.”

His grip on my arm tightens and he drags me through some thick scrub. A small clearing opens up in front of us and there is a little light from a small fire crackling in the center.

“Took you long enough!” Kelly’s whiny voice shrieks from the tent. “What the fuck did you do, walk there and back?”

“Keep ya hair on,” Father laughs. “Not like you can, though—you’ve bleached it so many times I doubt there’s any left.”

Kelly emerges from the tent, her face a mask of fury.

“Go fuck yourself!” she hisses. “You’re the one who said you liked it blonde!”

“Yeah, well, I never said I wanted you bald, either.”

Watching them bicker gives me some satisfaction, but I’m too worried about Sam to let it go on for very long.

“Where’s Sam?” I ask, my voice high and frightened. “Where’s my brother?”

Both of them start cackling. Kelly even leans forward to hold in her stomach as she wrestles with the gales of laughter rolling through her.

“Oh, honey. He’s not here,” Father says condescendingly. “I was going to grab him and teach him a lesson, but the scene was just too hot back in Silverton. Couldn’t hang around for the right moment. Snatched his phone, though. I thought it might make it easier to get you.”

“He’s not here?” My relief is a palpable force, making my skin tingle and my knees weak. “He’s safe?”

“He’s safe,” Kelly sneers. “But you’re not.”

I look between the two of them, and the full seriousness of the situation suddenly hits me. I’m out here alone with no help; no one knows where I am. I thought Father just wanted money or leverage, but it’s finally sinking in that he might want more than that.

How is he planning to get away with this?

Easy answer. He can’t.

That means there is only one way this situation can end.

“Are you going to kill me?” I burst out, my voice high with fear. I can’t believe this. For all his abuse over the years, he’s still my father.

He reaches over and grabs the front of my shirt, yanking me up against him. As I stare into his eyes, he slowly pulls a long knife out of his boot and presses the sharp tip to my throat. I recognize the knife. It’s his hunting blade, and it can cut through bone.

“What do you think?” he whispers.

“Hang on, Pete,” Kelly says, sounding genuinely confused. “I thought we were just going to ransom her, maybe rough her up a bit. You said we were going to go to California with the money.”

“Jesus, Kelly,” Father says, turning around and waving the knife. “Will you relax, and shut the fuck up while you do it? You don’t need to tell her the whole plan.”

“Oh, right,” Kelly agrees, coming over to stand next to him. “I guess I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It doesn’t matter where you go,” I whisper. “Jack will find you. Decker and Bailey will find you. You won’t just be an outcast rogue, you’ll be a traitor, not fit to be called a wolf. You will be marked for death, and every shifter from here to Mexico will be howling for your blood.”

Father tightens his grip on my shirt and shakes me hard. “I don’t care! The world fucking owes me! How many times now have I tried to take what’s mine, and someone always got in the way. I don’t give a fuck what those puppies think of me. I’m going to show them what pain really is.”

He lets me go, shoving me away from him and slashing with the knife at the same time. The sharp edge catches my upper arm, slicing open my skin and spraying blood. I stumble back, tripping and falling hard on my side.

“Pete, she’s no good to us if she’s dead,” Kelly says.

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