Page 23 of The Alpha's Weakness
He approaches me, and I take a few steps back.
“Where are you going, baby?”
My face twists in disgust at the nickname. I’m about to tell him to get lost when something dark is pulled over my head.
“No!” I scream, kicking out, but it’s no use.
Hands grab me, dragging me backward. My feet scramble for purchase, but we’re moving too fast. I tear at the bag over my head, but it must be tied because I can’t pull it off.
I freak out. My brain works overtime to process what’s happening and figure out a plan to get out of here.
Before I can, they throw me onto the back of some kind of vehicle, and we take off. They must have an ATV to maneuver in the forest.
The ride is bumpy, and I hang on for dear life, knowing I’ll be in even worse shape than I am right now if I fall. I can’t risk any broken bones because I’m going to need to fight and run if I want to escape.
“Help!” I scream as the vehicle slows.
I can’t see where we are or if anything or anyone is around me, but I still have to try.
“Someone help me! Help!”
“Shut up, you stupid bitch,” one of the men growls.
I tense as we jerk to a stop, hoping I can run. But I’m tied to the back of the ATV. Hands pull at me again, and I can hear other people around.
“Help!”
Someone hits me across the face. I fall to the ground, yelping as I land on a sharp rock.
“I told you to shut up!” the man yells.
I cower away from him.What do I do now? What’s going to happen to me?I think as hands drag me to my feet.
Tears slide down my cheeks as I stumble along. Pain radiates from my hip where I fell. I limp as fast as I can, biting down on my lip until I taste blood so I don’t start sobbing.
It will be okay,I tell myself.Someone will come. Camden will find me. He’ll rescue me.
Hands push on my shoulders, and I fall back, landing on a chair.
“Sit still,” someone commands.
I tense as they tie my hands behind the chair and secure my feet to the chair legs.
“Don’t do this,” I plead.
No one responds.
Footsteps retreat, and the hood is pulled from my head. A man stands in front of me, smirking down at me.
“He’ll be pleased,” he says.
I frown. “What?”
Without answering, he turns and walks away. Once he’s gone, I’m all alone in the room. I look around. There’s nothing much in here, just the chair and a dresser in front of me. I twist, wincing at the pain in my hip, and see two doors behind me. One looks like it goes to a bathroom, and the other, I’m guessing, is a closet.
Where am I? Someone’s house? Why did they take me? What did he mean when he saidhe’ll be pleased?
A million thoughts race through my head. I start to hyperventilate. Closing my eyes, I focus on my breathing.
