Page 12 of Mating Mia
“Please don’t,” I beg, crossing my arms over my chest as one of them reaches for me. “I’m pregnant. I’m carrying another alpha’s pup.”
“Don’t care,” the guard growls, grabbing my ankle and yanking me toward him. “Need to fuck you. Need to breed you.”
“No!” I scream, kicking out with my free leg, connecting with his jaw. He snarls in pain and anger, his grip tightening painfully.
The second guard grabs my arms, pinning them above my head while the first tears at my clothes, ripping my blouse open with a single violent motion.
Buttons scatter across the concrete floor, and cool air hits my exposed skin.
“Get off her!” Liam roars from the next cell, as the sound of metal rattles against metal. “I’ll kill you! I’ll tear your fucking throats out!”
But his threats mean nothing to the guards who are lost in the haze of my heat scent. My scent is all around us, filling the air like a drug. I’ve never seen anything like this.
Kane and his pack were gentle with me. Nothing this feral.
They paw at me, rough hands squeezing my breasts, yanking at my skirt, trying to spread my legs. I fight with everything I have, scratching, biting, kicking, but there are two of them and only one of me, and they’re stronger. Much stronger.
Then, suddenly, a different scent cuts through the confusion of heat and fear. Three familiar scents, mingling together. No, this can’t be real.
My alphas are here.
A crash echoes from somewhere down the corridor, followed by shouts and snarls and the unmistakable sounds of fighting. The guards pause, momentarily distracted by the commotion.
A massive black wolf, Finn, bursts into the cell, launching himself at the guard pinning my arms. They tumble across the floor in a blur of fur and limbs and blood. Jace appears next, fully shifted, his golden fur bristling as he attacks the second guard, teeth closing around the man’s throat with deadly precision.
And then Kane is there, human-formed but with claws extended, his eyes glowing alpha-red with rage. He pulls me into his arms, cradling me against his chest, his scent wrapping around me as tears come to my eyes.
He’s real. As real as can be.
His arms are strong and my heart pit-patters against my chest underneath my tattered blouse.
“I’ve got you,” he growls. “I’ve got you, baby. You’re safe now.”
I cling to him as he carries me, preparing to sprint with me out of the cell.
“Wait, Kane,” I say through my tears. The overwhelming sensation of the bond snapping into place makes the hollow ache in my chest disappear, but my pussy is throbbing uncontrollably from my heat.
“Yes, sweetheart? We need to leave immediately before their pack leader gets back.”
“I’m in heat and my father is in the next cell.”
“Wait, what? And your father? What are you talking about?”
“Please,” I beg, clutching at his shirt. “He’s chained up in there. We have to take him with us. I just found him. I can’t lose him again.”
Kane hesitates, clearly trying to process this new information in the midst of chaos. But then he nods, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead.
“Jace,” he calls, and the golden wolf looks up from the motionless body beneath him, muzzle stained red. “Check the next cell. There’s someone we need to bring with us.”
Jace shifts smoothly back to human form, naked and blood-spattered but focused on the task. He moves to the neighboring cell, peering through the bars.
“Shit,” he says, eyes widening. “Kane, you need to see this.”
Kane’s grip on me tightens as he takes in the sight of the emaciated man hanging from chains on the wall.
“This is your father?” he asks, disbelief coloring his tone.
I nod, swallowing hard. “His name is Liam. I just found out... they’ve had him prisoner for over twenty years. Please, we have to take him with us.”
