“Olivia my name is Killian…. Never thought I would have you in my home and in such a position... I thought we would get a little more time for training. I was liking the thought of your pack losing their minds, thinking we were coming to attack at anytime. But then you ran into unclaimed territory and my guys thought you would be the perfect gift for me. They weren’t wrong.” He says, ending it with a weird little purr.
“I didn't think I would ever be here. This room is fucking disgusting. Can I go now?”I ask with a snarl, my patience completely gone.
“No I think I will keep you, for a little while anyway. I think we can have some fun. Do you like torture? Or maybe just a mild mind fuck or an actual fuck? I vote for the last one.” He says with a dreamy tone, like rape and torture gets him off. I don’t know why I am in this room and not in a cage. Does he think this will fuck with my mind? It won’t. I am mainly disturbed at the state this room has been kept in. Nasty asses.
“Why am I here? And please keep from giving some over used, bad guy monologue.”
“Well I was just going to dope you up with heroin but I think torture is in order. You have a smartass mouth. That needs to be taken care of. Maybe we can sew your lips together or wire your jaw shut? Yes either of those.” He says to himself as he thinks it over, before nodding out of nowhere and turning to leave the room. I roll my eyes. I swear every rogue leader thinks they are the biggest and baddest. I mean I’m not sticking around to find out how bad it hurts to have my jaw wired shut. But it’s better that he doesn’t know that. I'm not sticking around to play some weird, torture guy footsie. I wiggle my wrist again and find a little slack in the restraints.
I yank against the fuzzy handcuffs, hearing the metal of the head board groan a little bit. I listen out for any steps as I finally let my wolf strength bleed into my muscles while I yank harder against the restraints. The fuzzy, weird handcuffs give and let my arms fall to the bed. My arms protesting as tingles shoot up and down them. My fingers flexing to try and release at least a little stress.
“We shouldn’t be here too much longer. I think that rogue has a screw missing.” My wolf whispers into my mind.
“Don’t worry. I am not staying here a second longer. But we should be prepared to fight and escape. Not going to lie though. I hope I kill his dumbass on the way out.” I say softly back to her. I keep listening for movement. When I hear no movement, I lean down and rip the cuffs from around my ankles. I hear stomping downstairs but they do not seem to hear me. I think that horrible techno music they are listening to covered the sound of the cuffs breaking. Suddenly I hear a motorcycle start and tear out, away from the shitastic cabin.
I sneak the door open in front of me and try to peek out. I can’t believe this door was unlocked. I smell and see only one guy up on this floor with me. I also see stairs by the guy as I step out of the room. I silently make my way up behind him and tap him on the shoulder. He spins around about to yell out a warning as I slam my fist into his throat. I hear bones crunch under my knuckles before he drops to the ground, drowning in his own blood.
My wolf smiles as I slowly make my way down the stairs. I pause as I get close to the bottom, listening for anyone else in the house with me. I hear two in the kitchen, eating, if the scrapes across a plate are any indication. I drop down to crawl across the room, so no one outside can see me. I make it to the kitchen with no one intercepting me. Two guys are sitting at the kitchen island arguing over if the food is still good. I make my way over to them and lean against the biggest one. He doesn’t look at me as he throws an arm around my shoulders.
“Babe do you think this food is still good?” He asks in a genuinely confused tone.
“I don’t think so sugar tits.” I say with a smile. Both guys turn their heads quickly to look at me. I continue to smile as I take the knife laying beside his hand and stab into his stomach, dragging it up, gutting him. His insides coming out to slide down to the floor. The other guy in a state of shock as the big guy drops to the floor without another word. I step up to the smaller one and stab the knife straight into his throat, before he could make a sound. Killian said something about training but so far I am just not seeing it. My wolf rumbles out in appreciation. Her blood lust peeking out for just a moment.
I wonder where my pack or my mates are at. You would think they would know I am missing by now. I slip up to the glass door in the back and peek out. I see the people fucking and some people training. I also see the others just basically jacking around. I sigh and shake my head. I don’t wish to kill all of these people but to escape, I will. I crack my knuckles while looking out and seeing the fence with the forest behind it. I just need to make it there and I should be able to make it back to my territory.
I nod as I make a decision and make my way out the door. Slowly everyone smells the blood as its scent drifts out of the house. They turn towards me and one of the females see the blood that is covering almost every inch of me. She lets off the most inhuman scream I have ever heard in my entire life. I guess it was her man or men that I just slaughtered. I shrug my shoulders at her before shifting into my wolf and let her have free reign.
My wolf is a war machine when she is tripping on blood lust. She is ripping through the female that was doing all the shrieking. When all of the others begin rushing towards me. I see a glimpse of movement out by the fence but ignore it as I begin shredding through bodies left and right. Some shifting into wolves and trying to make a run for it. As I am biting the head off of one of the guys that was training, I see my polar bear zoom past me and tear into the couple of people coming up behind me.
My wolf’s blood lust calms some as I see the rest of my guys and a lot of my crew coming towards me. Morgan is over to the side fighting with one other bear. Chase is kicking some poor soul in the dick. Brandon is trying not to laugh as he punches someone right in the eye socket. Zeldin is peeing on a couple of bodies off to the other side. I guess he killed those and now is claiming them in some weird ass way. I look around for Snow and see him shifting into his human form.
I follow his lead and shift. I am standing there completely naked but caked in blood. I can feel it seeping down my back and over my stomach. I don’t think there is an inch of my skin, that isn’t covered in blood. He cocks his head to the side in a silent question. I shrug my shoulders in response. I shift back into my wolf and head towards the fence. Everyone follows me through the fence and deep into the forest. My paws hitting the underbrush and shooting me forwards, farther, and faster into the shadows of the forest. I run for a couple hours with everyone running at the same pace as me. Before stopping in a clearing that showed up over the last hill. I drag in a deep breath of fresh air and sit down. My mates come up on each side of me, rubbing up and down against my body. Chase flying down to perch on top of my head. My wolf chuffs out in happiness and lays down on the ground.
It has been a long ass day. I watch as the people in my pack break up into groups, one staying with me and my mates. The other two taking off to head back to the pack territory taking Miranda and Sophie with them. I need to remember to buy them something extravagant. I chuff out again and close my eyes for just a moment. Suddenly I feel someone shaking my body to wake me up and I look up into the face of Snow.
“Olivia, we have rested enough. We need to run. We have been laying here for about an hour. I know you maybe exhausted but we have to go.” He says urgently. I stand up on my paws and stretch my muscles out. My fur plastered to my body with blood. I look up at him and nod, letting him know I am ready to head out again. Snow waits for me to get in the lead before he follows close behind me. All of the guys falling in behind or beside us. We run for hours before I finally smell the boundaries around my territory.
I dig my paws deeper into the dirt and push myself harder than before. I don’t stop until I am jumping over the back of my fence. My body nearly collapsing as I run up to the french doors of my house. I shift forms again and walk straight into my house and upstairs. I don’t s
top until I turn my shower on and step underneath the pulsing shower heads. I let off a sigh of appreciation as the hot water beats down over my tense, overused muscles. I grab my shampoo and go to town on my disgusting hair. The water is tinted red and brown as it hits my body and slides down, washing all of the nastiness down the drain. I pull twigs and moss out of my hair before shampooing it a second time.
By the time I’m done, my body is pink and my hair is shiny. My scalp is protesting at the vigorous cleaning, but there is no way I could leave that crap on me. When I step out of the shower I roughly dry my body and throw my hair into a twist with a towel. I stomp into my closet and grab a pair of fuzzy sleep pants with a tank top and some panties. After I am dressed, I finally take a deep breath, letting all of the destruction of today, roll off of me and head downstairs. My stomach is roaring to be filled with some delicious food. I hope to god I don’t have to cook anything. I don’t think I could be patient enough for all of that. When I step down into the lower floor Zeldin is standing there with a plate full of indian food.
“I was going to bring this up to you, to make sure you ate before sleep.” He says looking at me with an emotion I can’t name at the moment.
“Thanks Zeldin. I will eat this then go crash upstairs. Please tell everyone that unless there is an emergency. Don’t wake me up.” I say looking into his eyes hoping he can see all of the love I have for all of them.
He nods and I see the corners of his lips twitch up. He is always so serious but if I can get that out of him. It’s like an accomplishment. One that I am, completely proud of. I turn and head back upstairs to my room. I sit in one of my leather recliners and inhale the food. It is so good, spicy, but good. I rub my hands down my face and think over the things that happened.
Yes, I could have probably snuck away through the front door. But when my wolf demands blood. I wonder how many people have been tortured by Killian and his crew. I shake my head as a wave of exhaustion slams into me. I yawn big enough, that I know I am about to crash the hardest I ever have before. I lean my chair back and grab one of my many blankets off the back of it. I close my eyes and I am sleeping before the next thought runs through my mind.
Chapter Eleven
Chase
I go into the shed in the backyard as soon as we are home, trying to get a grip on what happened. I can’t believe that we almost lost our mate today. My falcon snaps his beak at me and flaps his wings trying to force a shift on me. I don’t think so buddy.
“You would have missed out on Olivia because of your own stupidity.”He says as he continues flapping around.
“What the fuck does that mean? We have been having an awesome time with Olivia and trying to get to know her.” I growl at him, thinking we have truly been doing good.
“You haven’t been romancing her.” He glares at me. Did I mention my falcon is the biggest romantic out there? But I refuse to bring her dead animals as gifts.
“You could go buy her a gift, shit for brains.” He says with one last snap at me before he tunes me out. I think he is worse than a female during that time of the month. I grab a long piece of wood and drag it up onto the table, grabbing the stencil I made last night as I go. I lay the wood down flat and place the stencil down on top of it.
When I am done with the wood cutting, and burning, it should look like a mix of all of our animals with Olivia in the middle. I hope she likes it. It will be a present from me and only me. I draw the outline and proceed to cut the wood into the right design. While I am working I feel someone come up behind me. I turn to look and I see Jason standing there watching me like I am a piece of meat.
He nods when he sees me staring at him but sits down to continue watching me work. The other guys never watch me work because it can get very boring at times. I kind of like the attention. Of course me and my animal love any kind of attention, even though my other half won’t admit it.
I keep looking up to see if he is still watching me and every time, he is sitting there watching my hands fly over the wood. After another thirty minutes I stop for the night and dust off all of the wood shavings, dusting the place. I turn to leave and bump right into Jason. He smiles softly at me as he sees a blush starts across my face.
“Chase, can I speak with you?” He almost whispers at me. I just nod and move to leave the shed. He stops me again with a hand on my arm. I look into eyes with a confused glare.
“I guess but what is this about?” I ask almost afraid of his answer. My fingers clenching and unclenching as I stand there about to lose my mind from curiosity. He doesn’t say anything as he leans close to me. His strong, yet soft hands come up to cup my face gently. He kisses me softly and I growl against his lips. My tongue slipping out to flick against his lower lip before I deepen the kiss. We kiss so hard that when we step apart our breathing is labored. I stare into his eyes for a second, my heart racing, before stepping back.
“We have to talk to Olivia about this... She is both of our mates and I refuse to hide anything from her. The other guys know I am bisexual but I don’t know if she has had the time to figure it out yet.”I ramble out in an almost panicked tone. I didn’t know he liked me too. I hope Olivia doesn’t mind. I have been walking around for days hiding it.
He nods and hides a grin, turning to head into the house. Its pitch black outside, close to being sunrise if the light peeking over the top of the trees is any indicator. I walk in behind him and head towards the kitchen as my stomach growls. Zeldin has everything set up on the island so i just go through and get a little bit of everything. I sit down at the table, digging into my food before I ever sit down. God that was a long ass run and I still haven’t slept yet. I finish my food before heading upstairs to take a shower. When I step under the shower head, I shiver as the extremely hot water washes my stress away. They all think I am submissive but I’m not. I just don’t want the responsibilities of being a openly dominant shifter. I don’t mind being where I am at in the pack in general. I am fifth in the power line and I am too dominant to be anything lower. I think Miranda’s new mate is actually the lowest in the pack. He is a true submissive.
While I am thinking deeply in the shower, I feel someone in the bathroom with me. I peek out of the shower curtain but don’t see anyone there. I crinkle my nose some as I sniff at the air. My nose isn’t as powerful as others but it is better than most. But I don’t smell anyone in here. That’s weird. I turn the water off and step out of the shower, grabbing a towel off of the counter top wrapping it around my hips. I look into the mirror and nearly scream as I see someone standing behind me. I turn quickly and nearly slip on the tiles. I scramble out of the door and right back downstairs. All of the guys stop and stare at me.
“Chase what’s wrong?” Morgan asks rushing up to me. He looks me over and nods knowing nothing is wrong with me.
“I just saw a ghost or something. It was in the bathroom with me.”I rush out as I peek up the stairs, making sure it didn’t follow me.
“There aren’t any ghosts here.” Morgan rumbles out.
“I call bullshit of the highest caliber. There was a fucking ghost in the bathroom.” I say glaring at Morgan. Snow doesn’t wait for us to keep bickering and hustles his behind up the stairs. He heads for Olivia’s room first and makes sure she is ok. He opens the door slightly and sees her snoring while wrapped up in her cover, eskimo style.
Then he moves down towards my room and just charges in. He doesn’t stop as he steps over my dirty clothes and barges into my bathroom. He looks in the cabinets and inside of the shower. He even peeks down under the sink but comes up with nothing. Snow turns, lifting his eyebrow at me and you can tell it is full of sarcasm.
“See no ghosts are in here.” Snow says trying not to laugh at me. I glare at him and just stomp back into my room. I look around for some clean clothes and only find an old pair of basketball shorts. I guess it’s time to do the laundry. I shudder even thinking of doing that dreadful task.
“What did it look like?” Bran
don asks from behind the both of us. I turn to look at him leaning against the door frame.
“You know how people depict the grim reaper? Like that but for some reason it had lavender hair and the cutest little pert nose. I caught black eyes before I turned around to ask them why they were here. But it was gone.” I say almost to myself as I think about it more. My mind flying to the different entities it could have been.
“Well don’t worry about it now. Do you want to sleep in my room or go crawl in with Olivia?” Brandon asks softly as he comes up and gives me a hug around my middle.
“I’m going to crawl in with Olivia and get some sleep. Maybe I am just sleep deprived.” I yawn out slightly, just realizing exactly how sluggish I have gotten. They all nod at me and turn to leave my pig stye of a room. I look at the nasty state of my room and swiftly gather up my dirty clothes, throwing them into the basket by the door. I never think of how bad my room looks until people find their way in here.
Not going to lie though. Sometimes I just go buy new clothes and don’t bother with the dirty ones. I know. I know. Fucking nasty habit but I just truly never think about what I am doing. A yawn racks my body again and my eyes droop lower before I finally say fuck it. I head towards Olivia’s room and open the door. I see her in the recliner and carefully pick her up. I slowly make my way over to the bed, like a ninja, placing her under the covers. I climb in beside her. I don’t get under the covers yet as I stare at her. My chest filling with a warmth I only get when I look at her. I lift one of my hands and let my fingers gently rest against her cheek, rubbing my thumb across her lower lip.
I don’t think that I could ever live without her. We may not have known each other long but she is already inside my heart. She owns me mind, body, and soul. I love the guys like I always have but, not even they compare to how she makes my world brighter. When she walks into a room with her serious but caring manner, my heart always feels like it is about to burst out of my chest. I am pretty sure the others will agree with me, even Jason.
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