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The pain is overwhelming and I scream before the blackness takes over and everything goes dark.
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I wake slowly feeling pain throughout my entire body. ‘Artemis, can you hear me?
She doesn’t respond.
I look around and see that I am in a bedroom. My arms are handcuffed over my head to a metal headboard. I take inventory of my surroundings, seeing nothing more than a small dresser on the other side of the room. I realize that my body has been washed and I’m wearing a different shirt than the one before, this one a button down. It smells more strongly of the Beta. I don’t want to think too much about who may have stripped and washed me.
I move my legs, focusing on my pubic area. I don’t feel any pain and I’m thankful it doesn’t appear that he has tried to complete the mate bond while I was unconscious.
I’m looking around trying to find anything that will help me escape when the door opens and Eli walks in. “Hello mate.”
“You’re disgusting. No true Alpha would have to force a mate bond. True Alphas have she-wolves falling at their feet.” I sneer at him.
“Well, mate,” he stresses the word, “you may have noticed that we do not have any she-wolves in our pack. The males in this pack have yet to find their mates. Or, in some instances, they have lost their mate, but are hoping for a second chance mate. It is something that I have promised them. We will search for their mates, and when they are found, we’ll bring them here so they can have the families they desire.”
“Even if it is against their will?”
“Do you not feel the pull to me mate? The mate bond is very strong, very powerful. You cannot fight it.”
“Funny, I have absolutely no desire to do anything other than kill you right now.” I spit at him. “Why don’t you remove these handcuffs and let’s see how much ‘love’ I can show you?” I taunt him.
His eyes narrow at me and he cocks his head to the side anything toward me?” He seems surprised.
“Not even a little.”
“You really don’t feel
He walks over to me, sitting on the bed beside me. He reaches for the shirt, unbuttoning the buttons. I snarl at him. “Don’t touch me!”
“Let’s see how resistant you are when I lick my mark.” He pulls the shirt to the side and stops. A look of shock on his face.
“Where is it? Where is it?” He screams pushing the shirt farther off my shoulder.
He directs his furious gaze at me. “You’re not 18?”
“Sorry Beta.” I make sure to stress the title again. “I guess you kidnapped me for nothing. The mate mark won’t stick until I’m of age.” I shrug my shoulders. “I guess you’re screwed.”
He sits there, fuming for several minutes before a hideous grin spreads across his face. “Well then, little mate, I guess I’ll just have to keep marking you until it sticks.”
My arrogant smile falls and I grit my teeth. He stands up looking down at me. I’ll have some food sent up for you. I’d suggest you eat and keep your strength up. You were out for two days after I marked you the first time. Now I’ll have to mark you every 2 to 3 days until you come of age.”
He leans in close, rubbing his nose against mine. I turn my head as far away as I can. He rubs his nose across my cheek to my ear and whispers, “Let’s hope your birthday is soon my sweet little mate.”
I get to the clearing in record time. The trackers are already there and there are 20 wolves swarming the place. I get out of my car and walk over to Derrick, our lead tracker. “What have you got?”
“Alpha. As you can see here, there were about 15 vehicles. We have a stronger scent of our packmate here,” He points to an area that has been sectioned off.
I get down on all fours and sniff the ground. The smell is faint but it’s there. Vanilla, a lighter scent of lavender overlaid with honey.
I look up at him. “That’s her.” He nods in acknowledgement.
“Which way did they go?”
He points to tire tracks in the grass. “It appears they headed to the road going that way, and based on the direction of their tire tracks, I’d say they headed north when they reached the road.’
I nod, walking the path of the tire tracks as my phone rings. I look at the caller ID and answer my father’s call. “Yeah?”
“Son, Clint got another message from Cara.” Shit, I can’t even feel my father from here. She is even farther away and able to mindlink her father? Her strength is amazing.
“What did she say?” I ask as Liam joins me and I put the phone on speaker for him to hear.
“They stopped to let her pee.” Both of our heads shoot up as Liam and I look at each other. We’ll be able to find her more easily if she left that kind of scent.
“Was she able to give any indication of where she might be?” Liam asks.
Mr. Nelson answers Liam’s question. “She said there was nothing. No buildings, no flowing water, no power lines, nothing but forest.”
“Based on what Derrick is saying, they think they’re headed north. Any place north from our location that meets that description?” I ask.
It’s quiet for a few minutes. “There’s nothing directly north, but there is a forest on the western side of the Appalachian Mountains that meets these parameters.”
“Send us the coordinates. We’re on our way.” Liam and I start back to our cars as the text from my father pings on my phone. I look at Liam. “Got it?”
He looks at me, “Yeah, got it.”
“Ok, see you there.”
I push the Porsche to its limits. Five hours later, I arrive at the coordinates my father sent. ‘Kai, are you with me buddy?’
‘Yeah, let’s go find our mate, or at least find where she was.’
I walk into the forest and shift, letting Kai take over. He sniffs the air, turning in different directions before catching a slight whiff of vanilla and taking off. I give him control, letting his hunting instincts take over. He alternates between having his nose to the ground and having his nose in the air. We’re an hour in when I hear a howl. It’s Liam. He’s finally arrived and letting me know he’s here. I howl in return, letting him know where we are.
Kai and I found the spot where she peed. We followed her scent to where she must have gotten back in the SUV. We continued pushing on, following the barest hint of vanilla in the air, having to stop periodically to catch the light scent again. Soon enough, I hear Cyran’s paws digging into the loamy earth, heading our way. I let out a bark to let him know I’m close, even though I know he can smell me. He approaches me and shifts. I do the same. Apparently, he wants to chat.
“What’s up?” I ask as I stand.
“I think we need to regroup. I know you want to continue to follow her faint smell, but it’s very likely that we’ll lose her scent soon.”
He’s right. I know he’s right, but I can’t stand the thought that she’s in the hands of a killer. What if he’s hurting her? Torturing her? Or worse? And what does he want with her? Why her? It must be because she’s a Guardian. But it makes no sense. Her allegiance cannot be bought or forced. The only way it can change is if she finds her mate and she’s not yet of age.