Page 15 of Bound By Pain
My question is answered with my next breath. The lure of his scent is a million times stronger now, drawing me in like a moth to a porch light. These assholes forced him into a rut. Are they planning to unleash him on me? After they-
“Watch,brother, as we enjoy this pretty treat.”
Hands grip my shoulders, pushing my face to the floor. They grab my thighs, cursing when they slip in the blood still leakingfrom my wounds. My eyes slip closed, resigned to enduring this trauma.
I can survive. I have to survive. My story will not end here. Unbonded and alone. I refuse to accept that this path is where Fate has been leading me.
Creed growls, the sound so ferocious it makes the other men in the room pause. I blink my eyes open, startled by his anger, just in time to watch his muscles bulge. His already massive body seems to grow before my eyes. With a roar that rattles through the enclosed space, the chains binding him to the chair snap.
Panicked shouts and slapping feet fill the air as the guards try to flee. The ones closest to us are too slow. My jaw drops as Creed’s hand wraps around one of their necks and twists. I hear a sickening crunch before the man falls limp. My mate tosses his body aside and turns to the next.
One after the other, he follows them to the doorway. Bodies fall along his path. They fight back, slashing at him with knives and some sort of taser, but the wounds are ineffective. Even our Fated connection doesn’t register the pain.
Creed’s brother spins in the doorway, a terrified expression on his face. It twists to some semblance of a smirk, and he slams the door shut, the lock clicking into place immediately after. The thick metal clangs with the pounding of Creed’s fists, but it doesn’t budge.
My mate turns, and I get my first good look at him. He’s tall, much taller than any of the others. And he’s wider too, spanning the entire doorway. Corded muscles cover his upper body, leading down to a flat stomach and thick thighs. A heavy, angry purple cock juts proudly against his stomach, hard from the rut still pounding through his body.
My appreciation of his appearance disappears when he takes a menacing step toward me. I scramble to move away, but slip onthe blood coating the floor beneath me. A cry slips through my lips when I crash to the floor, head smacking off the concrete.
Fuck! I can’t- He can’t-
Warm, calloused hands grip my body and lift me into the air. I try to blink the pain away long enough to see what is happening, but my head hurts too much to focus. I wince when my back presses against something solid; the harsh movements heighten the pain in my body.
When Creed’s warmth moves away, I open my eyes far enough to watch him stalk back toward the door. Looking down, I realize he’s placed me on a table. I try to shift, to slip to my feet, but my head spins, and I collapse back against the cold metal.
A whimper slips through my lips, and Creed’s head whips around, eyes narrowing on me. I freeze, watching as he stalks back toward me. His hand grips my throat, firm but gentle. It still hurts when his fingers brush against the wounds Doctor Harrison left behind, but it isn’t intentional. How an Alpha in a forced rut can think clearly enough to hold back his strength, I do not know.
Creed leans down, those mesmerizing, moss green eyes staring so hard it feels as if he’s examining every molecule of my soul. “Mine.”
Heat crawls up my cheeks with his mindless admission. My lips split into a small, tentative smile. “Yours,” I croak.
In the distance, I hear a boom, but I can’t look away from the Alpha towering over me. The muffled sound of gunfire follows, growing closer. Rapid breaths puff from my lips into the cold air. It feels like I’m suffocating. I try to choke out a plea for help, but it’s garbled.
Creed’s chest rattles with a ragged purr, and my eyes flutter closed, too heavy to stay open. The last thing I hear is the vicious roar of my mate’s voice when the door to the room slams open.
CHAPTER 10
I fucked up.Wefucked up.
We should never have left Bea behind. If I had been at her side, where I belong, I could have prevented this. But I wasn’t. Instead, I’ve been following half-assed leads throughout the Southern states. Leads that got us nowhere.
“Call Shiloh and let him know what we discovered,” Lex says as he pulls off the highway, heading toward the city.
Frowning, I dig my phone out. I don’t want to call Bea’s jerk of a boss. He is the one who was supposed to monitor her while we were away. If he didn’t have his head shoved so far up his own ass-
“It isn’t his fault.” Lex gives me a hard look, somehow reading the direction of my thoughts. “She was doing her job, just as much as he was.”
“Not good enough,” I growl. “He is her mate too-”
“You cannot force him into a decision he obviously isn’t ready to make,” Lex cuts me off, his tone a little too sharp. Apparently, we aren’t just talking about Shiloh.
“Whatever,” I huff.
The phone rings once before Shiloh answers. “Yes?”
“We have a lead.”
“Where is she?”
