Page 7 of Kidnapped By the Alpha

Laughter and loud chatter erupted, and before I moved from the place where I stood, my wolves had begun the festivities. I saw a few of the younger wolves run to the kitchen to fetch drinks and food while others set up speakers. In a moment, the woods would be filled with the sounds of revelry. I was glad that the resulting din of their party would drown out whatever sounds April would make.

I began to pull her toward my cabin, but she fell to the ground in protest. “No!” she screamed again.

I sighed as if she were a petulant child, not a full-grown woman. “If you don’t get up and walk, I will drag you there.”

“Please, just let me go,” she begged once more.

“I warned you,” I said before grabbing her by her bound wrists and pulling her effortlessly across the dirty ground to my cabin.

I opened the door easily with my free hand and flung her into the room.

Chapter 4 - April

The impact of my body slamming into the dirty floorboards caused dust to billow around me. My side had taken the brunt of the force, driving the air from my lungs. I inhaled, but the particles in the air irritated my throat and made me cough violently.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Jasper commanded harshly.

He stepped into the room and shut the door behind him with a thud. Once the door was shut, Jasper immediately bolted the lock with a metal clang.

The sound of the lock sent me scrambling away from him in fear. The room was small, and my back almost immediately hit the wooden leg of the bed that was opposite the door. I didn’t know why he had bothered with the lock. No one in the Dark Moon Pack would come to my aid if I called out, and I was far too weak to fight against him. I knew I had to try, though.

“Please,” I said, sitting up on my knees and clasping my hands in front of me. I could feel that my cheeks were still wet with tears, and I prayed that there was a small part of him that would be moved by my pleas. “I am begging you, please don’t do this.”

“Stop your sniveling,” he commanded. “I’m not going to touch you.”

I was shocked at his declaration. After everything I had witnessed over the past few moments, I expected him to assault me and make my flesh his property. After all, that was what he had told his pack he was going to do.

Or had he? It had been implied, but he hadn’t said those words exactly.

Instead of moving toward me, he had shifted to his right, where a small kitchen table and two chairs were crowded into the corner. Just moments ago, Jasper had been full of masculine bravado, but now he was acting as though he was so disgusted that he could hardly bear to breathe the same air as me. He wrinkled his nose in my direction and moved to sit in one of the chairs as far from me as possible.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

He laughed loudly, without a hint of true merriment. “Don’t thank me,” Jasper replied. “You certainly won’t be thanking me when I’m done with you.”

I shivered at his threat, but nothing else happened. He didn’t move or speak. At first, I was too afraid to do anything, but when it became clear that he intended to continue sitting in silence, I needed to know more.

“What happens now?” I asked.

He stood up and walked toward the wall to my left, opening both doors to show me the contents inside.

“Bathroom,” he said, indicating the first room. “Bedroom. You’ll sleep in there.”

“Why is there a bed out here?” I asked. In spite of my shock, I still found myself curious enough to risk asking the question.

“That one’s mine,” he said. “Now, I’m going back outside. Stay quiet and do as you’re told, or there will be consequences.”

I knew by the look in his eye that he meant it, and I was in no hurry to be punished anymore by this strange, intriguing, violent man.

He turned away without another word and slammed the door behind him.

The moment the door shut behind him, my mind went into overdrive. I could only assume that he was going to tell his pack that he had consummated our marriage with the same force he had used to extract my vow to him.

This situation was worse than I could have imagined, and I needed to find a way to survive and get back home. I could hear the pack celebrating outside, but it didn’t matter how many wolves were here. I couldn’t stay.

Unfortunately, my hands were still tied with the rope, but I realized that the force Jasper had used to drag me from our mating ceremony had caused the bond to loosen somewhat. An opportunity like this may never present itself again. I brought my wrists up to my mouth and used my teeth to pull on the bindings.

I worked quickly, ignoring the pain caused by the silver cutting into the delicate skin of my wrists. After a few minutes, I managed to slip them off and free my hands.

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