Page 67 of The Alpha's Stolen Mate

I needed to get home.

Should I transform back into my wolf form or was I just being paranoid?

Change back. Now.

This thought seemed to come from the animal instinct inside of me. I closed my eyes to shift back when I was tackled from the side. My head hit the ground with a crack. Pain exploded on the left side of my face, and blood filled my mouth.

What…?

I didn't even have time to finish that thought when I was roughly turned flat on my back. A man was straddling me and pinning my arms roughly above my head.

My stomach dropped.

Axel.

His blonde hair was disheveled, and his skin was paler than I’d ever seen it. Was he spending most of his time in his wolf form? His eyes were the thing that terrified me the most. They were wild and animalistic. It was like he didn’t have a trace of humanity left inside of him.

I managed to tear my gaze away from his terrifying eyes, and my fear increased as I counted over a dozen wolves on every side of me.

They were boxing me in to ensure I couldn’t escape.

Rogue wolves studied battle strategies, too.

Was it a coincidence that they happened to find me alone or had Axel been following me?

“My sweet, Summer,” Axel said and tugged on the sleeve of my shirt until the scar he had given me on my shoulder was showing.

When he traced the scar with his pointer finger, my stomach rolled.

“We enjoyed that little show you just put on,” he taunted and smirked.

A rumble went through the crowd of wolves. It sounded like the Rogues were laughing at me.

No.

They had seen me naked before I got dressed.

Hot fury replaced my fear. I didn’t care that they outnumbered me. I was going to fight.

Even though it went against all of my instincts, I relaxed my body so that I could shift into my wolf.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” Axel said and placed a white cloth over my face.

A sweet yet slightly chemical smell overwhelmed me, and I struggled against him, but the sugary scent was making me dizzy.

Had he chloroformed—

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I woke up in an abandoned warehouse.

At least that was where I thought Axel had taken me. The floor and walls were made of cracked and dirty cement. Vulgar graffiti covered every available surface. There were random wires hanging from the ceiling, and the only source of light came from a small window to the left of me.

I was sitting in an uncomfortable metal chair with my hands tied behind my back. At least I was still dressed.

“Ah, you woke up faster than I expected,” Axel drawled and stepped out of what looked to be an office area.

I looked around, but it seemed like we were alone.

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