Page 30 of Vicious Wolf Mate

That’s my first punch in the face. My body doesn’t react yet before the punches keep coming. My nose breaks. My vision has now gone black.

Blood pools in my mouth and leaks out. I spit in one of their faces. The clear and bios response is to give me a blow on my stomach. The air is knocked out of me. I almost choke in my blood.

“Ready to say something?” Drario asks from a chair.

“Fuck you.”

He snaps his fingers. A shifter pulls my hair back while someone starts choking me. This starts a series of making me pass out for a few seconds before punching me awake.

At one point I feel their hands going to the hem of my shirt. Then to the buttons of my pants. My shoulder gets exposed.

“Wait, stop!”

“Do you have something to say?” Drario asks.

“No, but please, anything but that.”

He shrugs and snaps his fingers again. I’m punched in the face. One of them shifts and bites my thigh. Here is where my consciousness comes and goes. My body goes numb from the brute force of these men.

I don’t know if they cut any of my clothes. Everything hurts. But I can’t cry in front of them.

My legs finally lose their strength. I fall limp on the floor, holding the pole for dear life. I can’t lift my head up. The blood drips on the floor and my thighs.

I see Drario’s feet in front of me. I don’t have the energy to look up at him. I hear him sigh with frustration.

“Well, she’s of no use. Kill her.”

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MACE

I’m too late. They already took her. It all happened so fast. I didn’t even notice until that piece of shit was taking off with her.

I shift back.

“What the fuck! What the FUCK!”

I grab rocks and throw them around. Nothing’s heavy enough for me to vent. I reach for a nearby saguaro.

Jax shifts back. “Mace, wait!”

Ignoring the needles stabbing my palms, I rip it off its base. I throw it far away from here. The spikes embedded themselves and now my hands are bloody.

“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!”

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jax shrieks.

He instantly starts plucking the needles, cringing each time he pulls one out. I clench my jaw. My chest is rising and falling quickly out with my heavy breathing.

I don’t know who to direct my anger towards. Jax? He should be my eyes and ears as my right-hand.

Natalie? For what though? What could a couple of short human girls do to stop a full blown adult wolf shifter?

I take my hand back from Jax’s. I pace around, hands in hair. Huffing and puffing. I’m ready to shift back to run off behind them.

Jax grabs my shoulder. “Mace, it’s fine, calm down. We’ll find her—”

I turn to him. “How were they able to snatch her under our fucking noses? What were youdoing, Jax?”

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