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Helen started to ask Brock to take her to Fletch instead, but Jemma wasn’t done.
“I’m not staying in this house.” The other woman’s voice was soft this time. Quiet where before she’d been loud.
“You’ll do as your alpha commands,” Brock countered.
Jemma growled. “Maybe, I don’t have an alpha.”
Brock was in her face instantly, gripping her upper arms and lifting her onto her toes as he leaned down.
“You didn’t mind him when you were trying to seduce him into being your mate. What’s the matter, Jemma? Not so happy with him now that he’s mated to someone else?”
Jemma glared but didn’t say a word. Brock dropped his grip then turned and left the room without another word or glance to either Helen or Muriel.
“Jemma?” Muriel asked cautiously.
“I’m fine,” Jemma snapped.
Helen caught the tremor in Jemma’s arms as she clenched her fists at her side.
“I’m going to show Helen around, take her out to the yard and let her get some air.”
Jemma nodded. “Welcome to your new prison. I hope you enjoy your stay.”
With that cryptic statement, she turned and followed the same path Brock had taken out of the kitchen.
“That was…” Helen paused as she thought about the heat she’d witnessed between the other couple.
“Normal between those two,” Muriel offered. “Jemma wasn’t supposed to be there when you were found. She covered herself in Brock’s scent and snuck into the SUV with them. He was livid.”
Helen thought it was more than that, but whatever was brewing between the other couple wasn’t her concern. Her concern was finding her mate, finding her family, and figuring out what the future held for her now.
Chapter Nine
Fletch cracked the whip again, reveling in the groan that spilled from the bastard’s lips. The man’s back was covered with myriad slices, both shallow and deep. All of them courtesy of Fletch. He wanted to break the hunter chained to the wall in front of him. Wanted to get every secret from him he could before ripping his heart from his chest while he still breathed.
“That’s enough for now,” Holt ordered. “We still need information before you kill him.”
Fletch growled as he tightened his grip on the black leather with the barbed tip. He wanted to use it to strip every inch of skin from the man. Not just his back. Every part of him. Still, it wouldn’t be enough to erase the scars from his mate’s skin. Scars put there by the piece of shit Holt was having removed from the wall. Fletch watched as he was dragged to the corner and dropped face down on a mattress already stained with his blood.
“I don’t think he has much left to share,” Fletch finally said.
“Until we’re sure of that, he lives,” Holt ordered.
It would be easy to disregard Holt, to haul the hunter called Carter back to the wall and keep going, but Holt was right. They needed every drop of information they could get from Carter. Holt might be human, but he was part of the inner circle of the Holloway den. Hell, Laramie trusted him completely. Plus, Holt was smart and as tough as any bear shifter. Once a marine then a part of the pride of cats in Oklahoma under Utah Pearce, Holt was the only person Fletch knew who had two alphas he could call family.
“I know you want to rip apart this bastard,” Holt said, coming to stand beside Fletch. “I get it. I really do. When the time is right, his death is yours, but not yet.”
Fletch nodded and let Holt take the whip from his hand before turning and stepping outside. He needed fresh air. Air that wasn’t ripe with the scent of sweat, blood, and urine. The scent of death from the others they’d already broken and bled dry of information. He needed to rein in his rage, so he could make his way back to the main lodge to check on Helen. He wanted to see her, to drown himself in her scent and touch. He was ready to leave when Holt stepped out behind him.
“Did he say anything before I got here?” Holt asked.
“Still claims he doesn’t know where Marcus Blane is. Said we should ask Talbot since he knows we have him.”
“They don’t know Talbot’s dead yet,” Holt mused.
“Any word from the pride on the places they’ve searched?” Fletch asked.
“Nothing yet.” Holt rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll know as soon as they find Murph.”
