Page 91 of Bad Wolf's Nanny
“Felix’s mate,” he muttered eventually, lips curling into a smirk. “Wonder which of you she is. Wonder how loud he’ll scream if we put her in pieces.”
He slowed in front of Daisy, eyes considering her fluffy curls, her curvy frame. “Could be you. A sweet little wife to bake him cookies and open your mouth for him whenever he demands it. I wonder what your pretty lips would look like wrapped around my cock.”
Daisy started at the crass words, her eyes filling with tears, her gaze resolutely fixed on the wall opposite.
“Or maybe it’s you?” the alpha pointed to Marsha, who snarled at him. “Maybe he prefers an alpha bitch to give him some fight. I bet I could fight you down, darlin’.”
He walked a few more steps, closer to Lola, close enough that the thick, acrid stench of him clogged her nose and threatened to make her cough, “Could be you, couldn’t it? All refined like. You might wrinkle your pretty nose at me now, sweetheart, but I bet I could make you scream for me.”
Lola swallowed, her wolf writhing within her. She trembled at the foreign feeling, so unused to her wolf rearing her head at all.
“Then again,” the male said, tapping his chin as a lecherous grin crept across his face, “I seem to remember something about Felix’s mate being a weak littlehuman.”
He stopped abruptly in front of Cassie, eyeing her. She didn’t blink.
“Could be you. You’ve got the look. All rough around the edges. But so,sofragile beneath it all.”
No one spoke. Cassie’s jaw tightened. Lola silently begged her not to rise to the bait.
The male grasped Cassie’s chin, forcing her gaze up, “What about it, sweetheart? Are you the one who takes Felix’s cock?”
“Rot in hell,” Cassie spat.
The man grinned. “Ah, yeah, I think it’s you.”
A call came from above, and the alpha scowled, pushing Cassie away. With one last sneering glance, he turned and disappeared, the door slamming behind him.
They didn’t breathe again until the echo of his boots faded entirely.
Lola let out a shuddering breath, adrenaline still roaring through her. “We need to move. Now.”
Cassie looked at her. “You really think we can find this tunnel?”
“I think we have to try,” Lola said, voice trembling, “because if we wait for them to come for us, we’re all dead.”
Daisy nodded. “Where do we start?”
Lola stood slowly, every muscle trembling, “We look. Every wall. Every inch of this place. If the tunnel still exists…we’ll find it.”
And so, beneath the looming shadow of death, they began to search.
Not for hope. Not even for salvation.
But for a chance.
Because a chance was all they had left.
And sometimes…a chance was enough.
Chapter 20 - Dane
The Iron Walker males paced like caged animals.
Dane could feel it crackling beneath his skin, in the way the air tasted electric, sharp. Rage, fear, desperation. It was all there, woven into the room like a living thing. No one spoke. Not yet. Not while the terror of what was happening still hadn’t settled into something solid.
He was going to lose his mind.
He ran a hand through his hair, rough enough to hurt, and stalked the length of the room for the third time in a minute. Felix stood at the center of it all, still, focused, his big arms crossed over his chest, his jaw locked. The twins sat on the couch behind him, kept quiet by a glare from their father. Rick stood with his back to the window, arms folded, silent and unreadable. Nicolas was at the screen, already pulling up the footage.
