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It was a surreal sensation, but it was a real one nonetheless, the feeling of being two different people in the same body, dueling furies, disparate forces and spirits whose aims and goals seemed paradoxically, hopelessly opposed. And yet, shewasone person after all. Of that, she was sure.

She sat up on the bed, looking around, evaluating what if anything she had to work with. As she suspected, the one window was barred, the flimsy cream curtains covering it seeming more of an afterthought than anything else. There was no other furniture save the bed. The wood floor was polished and gleaming in the bright morning light. Then she saw them.

Clothes folded neatly at the foot of the bed. Even socks and a pair of hiking boots.

What the hell is going on here?

Jeans and shirt, even underwear—the gray panties strictly utilitarian—but it was very welcome indeed. It would be more than enough.

Frantically pulling on her clothes, the black and blue patterned work shirt fitting surprisingly well and comfortably, the jeans a little tighter than she liked but most definitely serviceable, she yanked on her socks, then her shoes. Pausing a moment, she took a deep breath, then another, and went through in her head what her next steps were. She’d been turning it over in her mind the whole time they had her strung up like a Thanksgiving turkey for them to ogle and touch and fondle. She didn’t want to think about that, mostly because every time she did, it turned her pussy into a sodden mess. It wasn’tsupposedto be that way, her reaction both confusing and frustrating.

Why weren’t they using her? Wasn’t this all about subjugating her, raping her, and making her just a plaything for them? Wasn’t that what always happened to omegas? Not for the first time, she grimaced at the fact that she didn’t know more about whatactuallywas done to those unfortunate females after they were taken in the auction system. Always when confronted with that question, she’d shrugged it off, telling herself it wasn’t her problem. That doing her job was all she really needed to be concerned about.

At that moment, she understood just how foolish she had been.

Then she sat on the end of the bed, attempting, hoping she could catch her breath, gather herself. Her mind was still strung out on adrenaline, on the high of living moment to moment, on being completely, utterly alert to every stimulus that came in, to every potential threat to life and limb. What surprised her though was that even if she was strung up cruelly in that god awful space—some kind of barn or garage, she guessed—those males leering at her, their cocks no doubt hard, as they looked upon the helpless, naked woman before them. Even then somehow, there was a strange peace, as if deep inside in a place she didn’t understand, sheknew. They wouldn’t truly hurt her. Quite the opposite, actually.

How was it that she could know that, when it went against everything she’d been trained to believe, all evidence, and reason, and logic? She’d been abducted by creatures who saw women like her as mere commodities, as breeding machines. To them she was nothing but a place to put their cocks, a receptacle to dump their cum. She winced at the imagery, even as it made her cunt squeeze, a curling starting deep in her womb. Her nipples were rock hard again as she replayed it in her mind, the way she’d been ruthlessly displayed, the chilling way his sharp claws sliced through her clothing as if it were nothing. How sharp must they have been in order to do that?

Thinking of those claws and what they could do to a person made her shiver. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand the nature of the wolves; every FMB agent at least knew what they were on an academic level.

But it wasn’t until that moment that she realized what they were truly capable of. How deadly these individuals could actually be. And yet, eventhenshe still felt completely safe. It made no sense whatsoever, but nonetheless it was the truth.

That’s just your pussy talking, you idiot. Your body doesn’t rule you. Your mind does. Maybe you should start acting like it.

What had sent her completely for a loop, however, was what he’d said when he’d told her that he had no intention of fucking her against her will. That hewasn’tgoing to fuck her, that there wasn’t going to be some sort of brutal animalistic taking of her.

The abduction had been scary enough. But he never actuallyhurther—though the way his fingers filled her near to bursting as he played expertly with her clit had come close.

Oh, who are you fooling?

And he’d told her again that he wouldn’t. Why was that so surprising? Why did that knowledge—and she did believe him—set her so off balance, rather than all the other things he’d done to her? Was it easier to think of him as some bloodthirsty depraved villain?

That was your body. That was… whatever is happening to you. Not you.

But was that anything more than a rationalization, a way of denying the truth staring her right in the face?

Itwaseasier to think of him as a villain, which gave her at least that symbolic arm’s length separation from him… and the hot mess that used to be her understandable, coherent emotions. Because the knowledge that hewasn’t, coupled with her body’s obvious need for him, made it that much more confusing for her mind—and her heart.

You stop talking about your fucking heart! Right now. You’re in deep shit here and you’ve got to figure out how to get out of it. Talking about your heart, and your feelings, and all that shit—you know that’s the worst thing you could possibly do right now.

Of course, it was the truth. Of course, it was the prudent choice. Of course, she should have listened to it, that small, quiet voice one that had never led her astray. The problem was that everymoleculeof her being wanted to do exactly the opposite, yearning for that which was the greatest danger to her. It was a need that was overwhelming, dangerous, and something that with each passing minute she was less certain she’d be able to ultimately control. And that for the very first time, truly scared her.

For what was to become of her, what would shebeif she could no longer fight against that elemental need?

She shook her head at the bitter irony, at the notion that succumbing to what her body actually wanted was the greatest danger to her safety.

Tying off the laces, she jumped to her feet. They would be in to get her soon—of that she had no doubt. All she had to hope was that it wasn’thim, because the mere presence of him nearby might undo her very will to do what had to be done. She’d have to take that chance, so she waited, and hoped, and tried not to replay the sensations in her mind. Desperately tried to avoid feeling what she knew could eventually undo everything.

She would wait, she would fight, and she would win.

There was no other choice.

CHAPTER12

“Tell me something, Straker. Do you remember the old saying about where wolves really came from?” Greely said the words as he gazed down the slight grade toward the road. The pickup truck, a beat-up red Dodge Ram with a broken passenger side tail light, was still parked there, idling, the wispy steam from the exhaust just barely visible in the rapidly waning twilight. Night was almost upon them.

Standing next to him, the hulking form of Straker looked on in silence, both of them sheltered in the dark of the wood line alongside the dirt road. They were perfectly hidden, an ideal place to watch the wolf go about his duties. All the while they were observing the foolish young wolf, death was simply waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

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