AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Be prepared for pushback, especially with her being a witch, and you have us in the bond as well. Many of the older wolves won’t like it,” Sebastian whispers, but still loud enough that we can hear.
“They can fucking leave for all I care. Either they follow their Alpha and cherish his Luna and bond mates, or they can sever themselves from our pack,” he growls out as he storms for the front door and we fall in behind him.
Ryder sent out a message as we left alerting all pack members to meet at the clearing behind the pack house. There would be no exceptions unless you were on your deathbed.
The chatter hushes as we step up to the front of the mass of wolves. I watch as confusion clouds their face, seeing two warlocks, a fae, and a vampire following closely behind us. Tala was there but to them, she would smell like a wolf, which reminds me we need to have a long talk with her after we get the girls back about what the hell she really is.
Ryder brings his fingers to his mouth and lets out a piercing whistle, bringing the last few people who were still talking in the back to attention. He moves closer to the center, glancing momentarily down at the ground before he begins to speak.
“Thank you all for coming so quickly. I have a lot to say, so no comments or interruptions until I am done. Many of you know we have a new worker at our shop, she even came to our picnic. What many of you do not know is that she’s my mate,” Ryder begins to say, but at him stating this, I clear my throat loudly, and he gets slightly pissed.
“Sorry Alpha, my throat had an itch,” I say, which catches some laughter.
“Sure, Hunter. Before my brother so rudely interrupted me, what I was saying is, well, she’s not only my mate but his and three others as well. Sebastian and Damien step forward, please.” They both move to stand beside me, their hands held together. “They are also her mates along with one other, someone new to the area, a warlock. Last night after our bond was completed our mate, the warlock mate, and Beba were kidnapped. We believe that the person responsible is seeking to steal power that was prophesied to come to her once mated.”
Upon hearing Beba’s name, Landry quickly pushes his way through the pack members making his way to the front. “When do we leave to save them?” he questions, confirming my suspicions that he has an interest in her.
Cheers go up, shocking the hell out of us until the group of older wolves in the back speak up. “Alpha, no disrespect, but a mate who’s a witch and mated to others? This is unheard of.”
Ryder looks at him, not once does he blink, his jaw clenched as I hear him calm his wolf. He begins to walk through the crowd until he stands before the man who spoke.
“Wallace, I agree it is unheard of, but not impossible. Ours is a fated bond, foreseen long before any of us were born. You can celebrate along with the rest of us or you are free to sever your bond with me and leave our pack.” Ryder's voice is gruff as he speaks before he turns to face the rest of the pack. “This goes for everyone who disagrees with the decision of the fates. Now is the time to go. For those who stay, I need our strongest to be prepared to go to battle to save my mate and the others who were taken.”
“Alpha,” Wallace meekly says, “I meant no disrespect, nor do I wish to leave the pack. We are fortunate for you to have such a predestined bond.” His body shakes as he speaks, fearing any retribution Ryder may take out on him,
“Very well, I need all my warriors to meet me at my home at sundown.” Ryder turns, walking back our way, passing us, and heading straight for the truck. We quickly follow behind ready to finalize our plans.
Chapter 3
Shay
Idon’tknowhowlong I’ve been lying in this bed since Maverick's dad left. All I’ve been able to do is pray my daughter and Ryder are okay, while repeatedly trying to get my magic to work when I hear the creaking sound of the door opening.
For a fleeting moment, hope springs forward that one of my men has found me and is here to rescue me. My face drops in disappointed despair when Maverick’s father steps back inside the room. “Ahh, my little witch, are we disappointed? Sorry to announce, but no one is coming to save you and if they did, they’d meet their demise. Now, here is how things are going to go. I’m going to give you a shot to relax and put you out while one of my maids comes in and washes and changes you. The smell of that foul animal on you sickens me. Then, I’ll adjust your chains so you can move around the room, but just a small area. Wouldn’t want you getting any ideas that you can escape.” He lets out a delirious laugh like he’s just said the funniest thing ever.
“Let me go, please. Why do you want me? It’s not like you can make the prophecy come true,” I implore him. I just want to be with my daughter, and my men, I need to know they are all okay.
“Oh, how wrong you are. But what kind of captor would I be if I released all my plans to you? No, you will only know what I need you to, and right now that’s nothing. But you will willingly give yourself and your magic to me.” He turns abruptly and opens the door. A large man in a black suit enters, a sinister sneer on his face as he makes his way across to me. He stops at the bed, reaches into his jacket pocket, and pulls out a syringe. Fear takes over as I begin to scream frantically for anyone to help me. But my screams land on deaf ears as no one comes. The brute takes the cap off the needle and plunges it into my arm, pushing it down as all the contents empty into my system.
Whatever he injected me with acts instantly. The room begins to spin and my vision becomes hazy. I try to speak, but words are slurred gibberish that doesn't even make sense to me. I hear their laughter before I succumb to the darkness.
My skin prickles like something is crawling on me. My nose is itching. I reach up, my arms heavy, but able to move and slap away the annoying itch only to hit myself in the face. The slap was enough to jolt me awake. Shooting up I look around the room confused, suddenly remembering where I am. Momentarily I think I have freedom and jump off the bed, heading to the door only to trip and fall as a powerful force snaps my body back. I hit the floor so hard, my head bounces off it sending pain ricocheting through my body.
What the fuck?
Looking back at my foot I see a metal clamp around my ankle with a lock on it. A chain trails from it to a bolt secured to the floor by the edge of the bed. Blood trickles from the spot, no doubt from the force it slung me back. The wrist chains hang from the headboard, thankfully at the moment, I have a reprieve from them.
I place my palms on the floor, supporting myself as I try to stand, only to drop back to the floor wincing in pain from trying to bear weight on my foot. I grunt out my annoyance.Come on Shayna, you can do this. Get up off this floor!I internally scream to myself.
Getting up on my hands and knees I crawl back over to the bed, reaching up once I get there and grab ahold of the mattress, hoisting myself up. Looking around again, now that my mind is clearer, I see a portable toilet chair placed at the end of the dresser, which now has a roll of toilet paper placed on top of it. My mouth drops in disbelief.
The door opens again, and the same goon as before steps in, a devilish smirk on his face as he takes me in. His eyes travel the length of my body, prompting me to pull my legs in tight as I wrap my arms around myself. I’m still dressed thankfully, so my body isn’t on display for him but the way he focuses on me has me shrinking with fear.
“Ooh, did we try to escape? You should just fucking forget about that. We have such great plans for you and finally fully restoring our coven's powers.” He reaches his hand up, trailing the pad of his thumb across his lips before tipping the corners up in a sneer. “Maybe Mr. Michaelson will let me have a taste, being his right-hand man and all. Let me just give you a bit of advice. Stop fighting, it'll end better for you and the plans he has.” He turns, taking the door handle in his hands, and steps out, but before closing it again he turns back to me. “Rest up, you’re going to be very tired later.” His maniacal laugh echoes through the room as he slams the door behind him.
Tears break free, and I drop to my side on the bed in a heaving mess. Scared not only for me but for what I don’t know about the people I love. Are they okay? Hurt? And worse of all, are they alive? We knew the prophecy, and that he would come. Thinking back I remember Beba saying something about plans already being in place for the dark one, or some shit like this. Did she know and not tell us? Please no, don’t say she’s been a part of this the whole time, putting us in the perfect spot where we could be taken. How could she do this to me, to Chelle?
Was anything she ever said to me the truth?
