Page 41 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

I saw my stalker’s arm over my shoulder as his hand gripped my throat. There was ink on it that was vaguely familiar, but that didn’t register.

My body jerked and shuddered as spots blurred my vision, and I reached back to yank desperately at the hands on my throat.

They finally released me, and I gasped for air, taking in deep lungfuls as I grabbed the wheel again, trying to process what was happening.

My stalker was in my car. Alone with me. If he wanted to kill me, he could do it, and I couldn’t put up a fight. He was an Alpha, and whatever my wolf’s rank was, she was the opposite of that.

His hand stroked the side of my hair before dragging down my face, and my stomach churned. “Do you have any idea how hard I’ve had to work to get to you, little slut? The king and his brothers think you belong to them, but we both know the truth. You’re mine.”

I couldn’t call the Savages. Reaching for my phone or the car’s touch screen would push my stalker to hurt me again.

I’d never mind-linked with Hunter or Clay, and I didn’t know how it worked. I’d felt a small connection to Enzo since he added me to his pack a year earlier, but I’d never tried to use it to talk to him or his brothers.

I was going to have to figure it out. Fast.

“There’s a dirt road up here on the left,” the man said, his hand sliding back down my face to wrap around my throat again. “Turn onto it, or I’ll have to remind you whose you are again.”

I couldn’t stop my wolf’s whine from escaping, and the man gave a low chuckle.

“My little wolf isn’t dominant, is she?”

He squeezed my throat lightly again.

Tears burned my eyes.

He was going to kill me—or make me wish I was dead.

“Here, little one. Turn now.”

I slowed down enough to turn, and did so. The dirt road was slanted, leading higher up a small mountain. I could disappear up there, and no one would ever find me.

Enzo was my only option. My guards were gone, and the security cameras on the highways had massive gaps. Hunter wouldn’t be able to find me that way, and even the Savages couldn’t track my vehicle without cameras.

I forced myself to focus on the soft, static strand of electricity that connected me to the Alpha, and tried to follow it.

My stalker’s hand stroked my throat, and bile flooded my mouth when his fingers slid over my collarbone, touching me like he owned me. Fear ripped my mind away from the connection to Enzo.

My chest was rising and falling rapidly, panic making my eyes dilate and my thoughts tangle.

“Turn right here,” the man purred.

I turned again, taking us higher.

The drop-off to my left was getting larger and steeper.

I didn’t know who he was or what power he possessed, but he had to be a strong alpha. He had to have connections. He wouldn’t have found that opening in the Savage’s defenses if he didn’t. Charlie’s day off hadn’t been planned in advance.

I forced my mind back to the strand, focusing on following it to Enzo again.

The car bounced and bottomed out a few times as we went over potholes. My stalker’s hand flexed over my throat every time, cutting off my air and reminding me that he had all of the power. That he was in control.

Tears streamed down my cheeks.

A particularly hard bump had him choking me again, and my body bucked and rocked as I screamed silently.

I couldn’t get away from him.

I couldn’t save myself.

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