Page 98 of Step Alpha

“Yeah. Yeah, I have a burger for you, right here.”

“Just one?” I use my snotty tone again.

His brows pop. “How many do you eat?”

“At least three. I may be small, but I require a lot of calories.”

“Well, you’ll have to wait. I just have one for you now.” He picks the burger up and peels the half-wrapper back to offer me a bite.

I go feral–wolf on it, my teeth tearing at the meat.

He jerks the burger back, staring from the giant bite I took to me in shock.

“I told you, I’m hungry,” I say with my mouth full. “Bring it back.”

He offers it again, and I take another giant bite. The smell of the food revives me. I’m downright ravenous. When he tries to take the burger away, I lunge for it, taking a third bite into my mouth before I’ve even chewed the last. My cheeks puff out with food as I chew them both down.

Footlover appears slightly disgusted.

Good. Maybe he’ll be so disgusted he’ll forget about whatever it is he plans to do with me.

I swallow down the food and demand more. I finish the burger in five bites, then demand the fries.

Footlover keeps his fingers out of reach, bringing the end of each fry to my mouth while staying back.

“Where are we?” I ask with my mouth full. I need a napkin. I know I have the special burger sauce all over my mouth.

“Motel.”

“Yeah, I gathered that. Where?”

He doesn’t answer.

“You need to take me back to Wolf Ridge.”

He shakes his head. “No, I don’t.”

“I don’t want to be here with you. I don’t like this. I will never make movies for you again.”

I don’t know–I’m just trying anything here.

He abandons the fries beside me, forcing me to twist my neck and strain against the bonds to grab one with my teeth. He strokes two fingertips down the top of my thigh, along my shin bone, to the ankle strap of the stiletto.

“They’re even prettier in person,” he says. “Your face is pretty, too, but I don’t really care about that. It’s these feet. They’re the best I’ve ever seen.”

My body starts to shiver. I take it as a good sign. At least there’s energy running through it now. My muscles must be waking up.

Once that tranquilizer wears off, I might have enough shifter strength to get myself out of these ropes by breaking the headboard they’re tied to or something. I may not have shifted, but I’m not the weakling I used to be anymore.

I’m definitely not going to lie here and take whatever this creep wants to do to me.

“Cross your legs,” he orders.

“No.”

He picks one ankle up and crosses it over the other. I kick him in the head.

“Ow! Fuck, bitch.” He holds his hand to his head and staggers away from me.

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