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“Do they know Chelle is his daughter?” Damien asks, his face full of concern for her,
“It doesn’t appear so, or I think they would’ve taken her as well. So for now, we’ll take that as a win for our side. Hunter, can you call the team watching her and have them up their patrols and security? I still don’t want to leave anything to chance. Fuck, Miles needs to hurry up, we need those plans,” I blurt out as I drop into the chair with frustration. My wolf feels like he’s dying without his mate, and doesn’t understand we need a plan. A plan I can’t make until we get those fucking blueprints.
“I’ll check where he is,” Miguel announces as he walks out of the room, clearly needing to be out of the line of fire in case I can’t hold my wolf back.
Chapter 4
Shay
Itseemslikeagessince he walked out the door. It’s so hard to know how much time has passed, or what time it is. The tiny slivers of light that had gotten brighter as the day wore on are now gone, and the room is covered in darkness. My stomach growls with hunger. The fuckers haven’t given me anything to eat or drink since I’ve been here. You would think with how important his father seems to think I am, he would at least feed me. Whether I’d eat it or not would be the question.
Moving closer to the head of the bed, I pull my legs up close to my chest with my arms wrapped around them, dropping my head on my knees, and I start praying. Something I haven’t done in a long time. Fearing that my prayers would never be heard and that I’d be stuck here, captive until I took my last breath.
I’m pulled from my sorrow fest by the door opening and the light coming on. The sudden onslaught of brightness has me squinting my eyes as they try to adjust.
“Ahh good, you are awake,” the deep, droll voice that I’ve already come to associate with Mav’s father, booms into the room. “I’ve brought you some dinner so you can eat while we talk.” He gestures his hand behind him where one of his maids brings in a tray of food and sits it on the dresser beside me.
Jumping up, I reach out, clutching hold of her arm with my hand. “Please, you have to help me get out of here. Call someone and have them come. He’s crazy,” I beg her over and over as she tries to pull free from my grasp, while he laughs at the spectacle I must be putting on for him.
“Oh, Shayna, as much as I love to hear you beg, you can stop. Lydia here knows better than to try and help you unless she wants something unfortunate to happen to her family. You can leave us now Lydia.” She pulls from my weakened grip at his words, sadness present on her face. I know even if she wanted to help, her hands are tied.
“What do you want from me?” I ask again, curious how he plans to link our family lines.
“Oh, my dear girl. I want power. The power you have coursing through your veins. I already see the powerful line of children you will add to my family once I mate you with Maverick, then with myself.” His words make me want to vomit. Shaking my head, I try to clear my brain hoping the last part he said was a misunderstanding.
“Y-Y-You?!” I shout out, fear radiating through my voice.
“If I had feelings, I would take that as an insult. But after catching the intoxicating smell of your magic signature, I knew I had to have you as well. Soon, my contact within the dark coven will have the key to linking us together, then I will be able to share your magic and control you.”
“How? That's not possible to do, is it?” He has to be mad, linking magic. But honestly, until I woke up from the accident I didn’t even know magic existed.
“Now, I suggest you eat up. We’ll bring Maverick in later for the two of you to mate and hopefully, soon you will be round with the first of many to be born of this new magical union.” He stands from the chair, moving towards me as the door opens again. The brute from earlier steps inside, an evil glint in his eyes as he roams them up and down my body.
“Boss.” He speaks nothing more, but the look between them is almost as if they’re telepathic.
“Yes, Hugo. Ensure that she eats, then give her the pills,” he instructs the brute whose name I now know.
“And if she refuses, Sir?” He seems a little too happy as he asks.
“Then force it down her throat along with the pills. We will have him ready to bring in here in thirty minutes.” He leaves the room, shutting the door behind him not even waiting for the brute's response.
He waits for the sounds of his footsteps to fade as Mav’s father moves farther down the hallway before moving closer to the bed, prompting me to scoot further to the side.
“Oh, no little girl. It’s time to eat and then I have some yummy pills for you that are going to get you in the right mood for your special guest.” When I refuse to move back closer to him, he sits down on the edge of the bed, grabbing my ankle and yanking me towards him, causing me to scream before his free hand makes contact with my face.
The impact of his fist against my jaw has my head jerking sideways. “Fuck you, asshole!” I holler through the pain, as I kick my feet out at him.
“Thank you. I love when they fight back, and I take it that means you’re going to give me the fun of shoving this food down that fuckable throat.” He turns his body to me, grasping both of my legs in his hands as I try to kick him away. Laughing the whole time, he pins them down, and straddles me, before sitting back on his haunches.
No longer having the use of my legs, I ball my hands into fists and begin to hit his chest. He quickly grabs them in his large meaty hands and reaches above my head to the chained wrist cuffs.How the hell did I forget they were there?
He makes quick work of latching them around my wrists, taking any chance I had to fight back away. Sitting back he gazes down at me as his tongue juts out of his mouth and glides across his bottom lip. He reaches out, taking my breasts in each of his hands, and begins to squeeze them roughly, causing me to wince in pain.
“Aww, you like that, huh? Well, you’re not on the menu for me, yet anyway. I’m working on that. Can’t wait to have a taste of the prophesied pussy. But for now, you need to eat.” He reaches over to the dresser, takes one of the halves of the sandwich on it, and picks it up. Lifting it to his lips, he takes a huge bite and chews it.
He lowers the sandwich to my mouth, but no matter how hungry I am I refuse to take it from him. Clamping my lips together tightly, I continue to fight him.
“Have it your way then, but Mr. Michaelson expects you to eat and I don’t plan to disappoint him.” He takes another large bite of the sandwich, glee on his face at my refusal to eat. I buck my hips upward, trying to knock him off of me, but quickly stop when he grabs his cock through his pants and begins to groan, not in pain but in arousal.
