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As he drew closer, he detected the scent of sex.
His lip curled into a sneer at the smell—no one planning a rebellion should be wasting time with sex.
And to be honest, sex bored Percy—except when he used it to enforce the alpha’s will.
Percy’s lips twisted, anticipation swelling through him.
But then he froze as the door opened, and Sarah Sanchez stepped outside, her long, wavy dark hair framing her face as she glanced back into the trailer.
“No,” she said to someone behind her.“I think I left my phone in the Jeep.I’ll be back in a minute.”
Percy’s muscles tensed as he watched her, the element of surprise momentarily his ally.His mind raced, calculating, adapting.This was not part of the plan, but it was an opportunity he would seize.
Percy lunged forward like a shadow coming to life, his large hand clamping over Sarah’s mouth before she could utter another syllable.
Her eyes widened in shock and fear.He dragged her away from the safety of the trailer, muffling her cries.
“Quiet,” he hissed, his voice devoid of warmth as he pulled her along with a strength that brooked no argument.Sarah struggled against him, her body writhing in a futile attempt to break free, but Percy was merciless.
If he was going to be gone by the time Nick came looking for Sarah, he needed to move quickly.
Reaching his nondescript sedan, Percy opened the trunk, revealing coils of silver chains that glinted ominously in the moonlight.The scent of the silver filled the air, mingling with the smell of Sarah’s fear.With practiced ease, he pushed Sarah inside and began to bind her with the chains, not flinching as the metal seared his skin, the burn emblematic of his unwavering loyalty to the alpha.
His fingers caressed the silver chain, its metal biting into his skin, burning him.The pain was a mere inconvenience, the chain a tool in the game of dominance and punishment.
“Please,” Sarah gasped, the word barely audible through the gag he tied around her mouth.
“Save your breath,” Percy snapped, securing the last of the chains, the click of a padlock echoing in the cramped space of the trunk.
There would be no escape for her, not from him, not from the fate that awaited her at Vincent’s hands.
With Sarah contained, Percy shut the trunk.He glanced at the angry red welts on his palms, but his mission was all that mattered—his cruelty a tool honed by years of servitude under Vincent’s ruthless gaze.
He slid into the driver’s seat, watching Sarah’s trailer for any sign of pursuit as the engine of the car roared to life beneath him.
As he drove away from Sarah’s trailer home, leaving behind a trail of dust and betrayal, Percy felt a surge of satisfaction.
Tonight, he had proven his worth once again as the cruel guardian of the Sunburst Pack.
No one, not even Sarah Sanchez, with her sorrowful brown eyes, could stand in the way of his duty.
And now, he suspected, he’d be invited to carve her punishment into her skin.
With an evil grin, he pulled away from the trailer park.
Yes.This was definitely better than sex.
Chapter 18
NICK FLICKED THE LASTdroplet of water from his fingers.As he stepped out of the trailer’s cramped bathroom, Sarah’s absence hit him, sudden and disorienting.
He couldn’t have said how he knew she was gone—only that he did.
“Sarah?”His voice, usually calm yet direct, faltered slightly in the silence.The trailer was small; there weren’t many places to hide.He opened the door and glanced out at the Jeep.
She was nowhere to be seen there either.
“Una?Javier?”Nick called out, his throat tightening with worry.He paced the length of the living area, the worn-out carpet barely muffling his heavy steps.
