Page 48 of Becoming His

The SUV is hot from sitting in the sun. The windows are rolled up, and Masen has the keys. I leave my door open, hoping to catch a breeze from the lake. I hear bits and pieces of orders issued from Masen as his men arrive. Sid and Michael arrive and are the only people to have gone inside, Masen is with them.

When they return to the door, Masen wears a look of disgust as he walks to a black truck. Two male shifters exit. One could compete with Masen for mass but is much shorter. His head is shaved almost bald, and his face is set in a firm line, giving him a brutal appearance. He nods his head to Masen in respect before they grab hands. The other man is average height, average build, average everything. He’s the kind of man that you probably wouldn’t look at twice. He gives Masen the same nod before looking directly at me. His dark eyes are keen and intelligent, and I know he’s not one who should be overlooked.

They talk for ten more minutes before disappearing into my condo. My bladder is screaming five minutes after that. I’ll give him two more minutes, then I have to pee. I exit the SUV after ten minutes and walk briskly to the door. Six to eight males all look at me, but no one stops me from entering.

The smell is overwhelming, and I gag the second I cross the threshold. I can hear deep tones, but no words break through until I’m near my bedroom.

“At least two but possibly as many as four. I’ll have to run some tests before I can be sure. What I can tell you, which I’m sure you already know, it’s all male. I can’t, however, tell you why. I’ve never seen anything like this. Just speculating, but I’d guess they’re rogues. The same she had a run-in with. From what I see here, thank God she fought them.” The revulsion in his voice makes it harsh.

“How could they have gotten in and done this without anyone knowing?” Michael asks.

“The bedroom door was closed when I entered, so the smell was off but not this. I knew something was wrong immediately. They had lined the bottom of the door with towels, so the room held the stench back. They must have left through the window. It’s not visible from the parking lot. They might have watched the patrols to figure out when was the best time to come in, or maybe they’re just crazy lucky fuckers. I don’t care. I just want them found and brought to me,” Masen seethes.

I still have no idea what’s causing the reek coming from my bedroom. He’s not going to be happy I came in, but I had to pee. Now, I need to know what’s happening. I try to clear my throat and end up gagging again. I think I might throw up. “Oh God,” I moan. “Masen?”

He rushes out of the bedroom. Seeing my distress, his face softens. “You can’t be in here, baby. I told you to wait in the car for me, yeah?” he says gently.

“I had to go to the bathroom. What is that smell? I think I’m gonna be sick.” I place one hand over my belly and the other over my mouth. My stomach starts to revolt, threatening to bring up my coffee. Masen races me out the front door, where I heave into the bushes. He rubs my back and holds my hair as my tummy plays e-vac. When I finally stop, he wipes my face with a cool cloth that someone must have given him. I shudder through another round of nausea, then rinse my mouth before speaking.

“What the hell was that?” I ask and see Masen and the four other men watching me with sympathy.

“You okay, Little One?” he asks me kindly.

“No, I’m not okay! What the hell is going on in there?”

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. Are you ready to go shopping? We still have a lot to get done today.”

“Are you kidding me? Are you really going to try and act like nothing’s happening, Masen? That’s my house! I want to know what the hell is going on here.”

He shakes his head. “NO!”

“No?” I’m incredulous.

“No! I told you not to worry about this shit.” He’s getting pissed.

“How could I not be worried? I don’t even understand what’s happening,” I cry out.

Masen grabs my chin and looks right in my face. “You want to know what they did?” He chafes and squeezes harder. “They marked your whole room up. They fucking jacked off in your room and left their seed everywhere!” He explodes right in my face. I whine from the pressure of his fingers and the severe way he’s speaking to me. I close my eyes close to tears. He releases my chin, and I instantly turn my back to him and walk away.

“Michael, I’m really not feeling well. Would you please take me hom— to, could I maybe visit with Nicole? If she’s not busy or Sniffer.”

“Beta.” The demand for obedience rings clear. “You may take my Mate, your Luna, to our home. Do not leave until I arrive. If she wishes to have guests, they will come to her! Do you understand?” My head falls. How can he treat me like I’ve done something wrong?

“Yes... Alpha,” Michael grates. I wait for him to lead. I don’t see the truck from the other day, so I’m not sure where he’s parked.

Michael opens my door, and I get in without a word or backward glance at Masen. I know he’s upset but was that really necessary.

Regret beats at me. I know it’s his. Feeling it lessens the hurt, but he still lashed out at me out of anger.I’m sorry, baby.I hear in my head, making me gasp right before we pull out of the lot. It’s not okay. I won’t pretend it is, but I do get a small thrill, knowing I heard his thoughts for the first time.

When we return to the house, Michael asks if I’d like to call Nicole to come for a visit. I decline. She doesn’t need to run here because I’ve had a bad morning. “I think I’ll just hang out, maybe read a bit. I’ve got some laundry to do. Why don’t you go on home? I’m sorry we pulled you away this morning.”

“I need to stay, Luna.”

I nod my head. “You’re right, sorry. Can I get you anything?” He shakes his head no. I go to Masen’s room, tempted to look for another laundry room in the giant house. I don’t really feel like hanging out in that closet right now.

I hadn’t let myself think about what was done to my house, but now, I can’t seem to stop. I don’t understand why they would do something like that, especially in a group. A trickle of fear runs down my spine when I think about not getting away. Have they done this to others? I know I won’t be returning to school until they are caught. This seems so trivial considering I don’t know if they hurt somebody else.

I’ve finished two loads of laundry and distracted myself with a book when I decide I need some food and to make a list of what I’ll need. When I enter the kitchen, I don’t see Michael so I scan the fridge and freezer and grab a piece of paper to start a grocery list.

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