Page 51 of Little Red and Her Creatures of Chaos
“Yes, Sir.” She quickly glances at me, and I swear I see guilt in her eyes. Whatever. Fuck that bitch. “Anything from him?”
“No. He’s saying he doesn’t know where she is, but I can smell her on him.” What the fuck is going on? He can smell her on me, but not all over that camp? She was in the house right beside him. Was Radley blocking him somehow? “We’ll find her. Be ready to take care of the rest of his pack.”
That guilt flashes across her face again, but she nods in understanding. She gives me one last lingering look before she slips through the door. “This is just a place full of shitty parents,” I say. I already anticipate the hit that’s coming and brace myself. Since they have my wolf hidden, I’m not healing like I should. Blood is pouring down my face, and I know my nose is broken.
“I’m surprised Mason hasn’t put your ass in its place yet. My betas would never talk like that.”
“What the hell do you know about Mason? He doesn’t own me. He respects me as one of his own.”
“See, that’s the problem with your packs. You don’t respect your alphas. Mine belong to me, and they know it.”
“Or they’re just waiting to stab you in your sleep.”
Daniel jumps from his chair and kicks me square in the chest. The chair falls backward, and I land on my hands. I feel the bones cracking in my wrist and can’t stop the howl of pain. He looms over me and locks his hand on my throat. He pushes down, and I feel my windpipe crushing. If he’s this strong in human form, I don’t even want to think about his wolf form. “You’re a mouthy little shit. I might need to send someone else in here to fix that.”
I try to fight against his hold, but it’s useless. Dark spots start dancing in my vision, and then I’m swallowed by darkness.
When I wake up again, my entire body hurts. They moved me at some point, and now I was standing in the middle of the room with my hands tied above my head. My feet are barely touching the floor, and the cuffs on my wrists are tight on the broken bones.
I try to alleviate the pressure on my wrists but I just end up making it worse. I still can’t feel my wolf or bond, so they must have dosed me again. We’ve done all the research there is, and we’ve never found anything that would have this effect. If I get out of here alive, will this have lasting effects? Will this make me lose my wolf forever? I whimper at that thought, and I hear rustling to my left.
“It’s about time.” I look that way, and a big guy stands from the chair. He stands to walk in front of me, and I can see the malice in his eyes. “Boss told me to teach you a lesson, but you’re too goddamn pretty when you sleep.”
Bile rises in my throat, and I search my body for any signs this sick fuck touched me while I was asleep. All I feel is pain, and I have no clue if he took advantage of my unconscious state. “What are you going to do?”
“Nothing yet. I just want to enjoy the view.” He grabs the neck of my shirt and rips it right down the middle. It parts, exposing my chest, and his eyes start glowing. “I like helpless betas. They scream the loudest.”
“Don’t fucking touch me.” He jerks my sweatpants down with my boxers, and they fall to the floor, exposing my naked body to him. I grab the chain, ignoring the pain, and pull myself up. I pull my legs back and kick as hard as I can against him. Hestumbles back, stunned, but recovers quickly. He grabs my leg before I can do it again and spins me around so he’s at my back.
He locks his arm around my waist and pulls me against him. He laughs, and I feel the dread set in. “I like it when they fight. It makes me hard as fuck.” He pushes against my ass, and I close my eyes. “Too bad betas don’t get wet like omegas do. This would have been a lot less painful for you.”
He fumbles behind me, and I feel him poking against my asshole. He goes to push forward, and the door crashes open. “Get out,” a woman growls. “Rocky. Now.”
“But—”
“But nothing. Daniel said to teach him a lesson but you weren’t to touch him like that. Get out.”
The guy lets go of my waist, and I hear him leave the room. I hang my head in relief, but it snaps back over my shoulder when I feel hands on my legs. My eyes meet Mason’s mom’s, and that guilt is bright in her eyes. “I'm just putting your shorts back on.” She slides them up on my waist and spins me back around. “We don’t have much time.”
“For what?”
“To save you and your pack. I’m going to get you down. I’ll show you how to get out of here, and when you are, you fucking run. Do you understand me?”
“How do I know this isn’t a trap?”
“You don’t,” she says bluntly. “But I am trying to help. Your wolf will be suppressed for another few minutes. As soon as you feel it, shift, and it will fight off the lasting effects, and you’ll heal.”
She pulls a key from her pocket and unlocks the cuffs on my wrists. She has to catch me when my arms are free so I don’t hit the ground. “What the hell did they give me?”
“It’s a mixture of natural herbs. Can you run?” I nod, and she makes sure I’m steady on my feet. “We have to be quiet. One noise, and we’re both fucked.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because I never wanted this.”
“Then why run?”
“I was stupid. I thought it would be a better life running as a rogue. I now know how wrong I was. I never thought they would go after everyone in your camp.”
