Layla’s head was pounding. She winced when her eyes opened against the light and tried to cover them, but she couldn’t move her hands.
Sounds of a moving car and quiet sobs filtered through her muddled head.
And then it all came rushing back. She forced her eyes open again and found her hands tied behind her. Someone had also tied her feet together. They must have thrown her into the back of a van because it wasn’t just her head that was painful. There was something sharp digging into her back.
“Layla?”
At the sound of her sister’s scared voice, she turned her head and saw her on her side, also tied up.
“Shh. It’s okay,” she whispered.
But Brit wasn’t stupid. She would know it wasn’t okay. Neither of them knew who this man was and where he was taking them. They didn’t even know if he would keep them together for much longer. Fear filled her and muddled her thoughts even more. Brit was all she had, and she had failed her.
“I don’t know what they did to Dad,” Brit whispered. “I’m scared.”
“Hey, listen to me. I’ve taught you how to take care of yourself. If you find a way out of this, take it, okay?”
From the day she had realised that the world was a cruel place, she had taught herself and Brit how to fight to prepare her for when she went out into the world. None of it would help against all these men, but if they got separated and Brit found an opportunity, she had to save herself.
“I won’t leave you,” Brit said.
“Yes, you will. Go to the police and find someone to help you. I’ll find you, okay?”
“You know they won’t—”
The van braked hard, throwing them against each other as the tyres screeched. Something thumped against the truck at the front, and she felt the motion as it lifted on one side and threw them across the van bed again. Whatever had been digging into her back before felt like it had punctured through her t-shirt as she slammed into it. The pain was excruciating and took her breath away.
Car doors slammed, and there was shouting outside. And then the sound of gunshots. They sounded too close.
Brit screamed, but she couldn’t comfort her with her hands tied; she couldn’t even move to cover her with her body.
But above all that commotion, she heard something that made the hair on the back of her neck stand. Growls. Menacing growls before the screams started outside.
Wolfdale was called that for a reason, but the wolves never ventured this far out of the woods. The shots continued, and the screaming and shouting increased. They were undeniably screams of pain, and when they suddenly cut off, she knew what that meant. One by one, scream by scream, as if something was hunting the men. Until it was just the snarls of the wolves left.
Was it just one? Or several? She couldn’t tell from just listening to the confusing noise outside the van as a couple of car doors slammed closed, and tyres screeched as cars sped away. But their van remained unmoving.
For the first time since Brit had called, she felt hope. A wolf, of all things, had saved them.
“Let’s untie each other before they come back,” she said as she struggled to push herself from whatever was hurting her back and right herself. “I’ll do yours first.”
She felt her blood dripping onto her hands as she just about managed to put her back against her sister’s. Her fingers slipped when she tried to grip the rope around Brit’s wrists.
“Are you okay?” Brit asked in a shaky voice.
“Shh,” she whispered.
She had just gripped the rope when the van door wrenched open.
And the last person she had expected to see on this side of the tracks stood on the other side, highlighted by the moonlight.
It was the crazy stranger from the hotel, still in his expensive suit.
Her heart started hammering for a different reason as he looked into her eyes for what felt like an eternity.
“Layla?”
Only her sister’s voice brought her out of her head. What was she even thinking? They’d been kidnapped and almost trafficked, but she was thinking about getting naked with the cold stranger instead of taking care of her sister.
Another man came beside him, and she recognised him as his boyfriend. And that put the fire out in her body instantly. She couldn’t get naked with the stranger because he liked men. The boyfriend had only a pair of jeans on. His muscled, tattooed chest was glistening in the moonlight. She didn’t have to imagine what they had been doing in these woods. These out-of-towners never appreciated how dangerous it was out there, which was why so many of them went missing.
The boyfriend pulled a knife out of his pocket, and she flinched back against her sister. Had they escaped one dangerous situation into another?
But the man didn’t stab her as she had thought. He grabbed her feet and easily sliced through the rope holding them together.
“Turn around,” he said gruffly.
She didn’t hesitate. The air around them was still full of danger. The last thing she wanted was to linger around too long with the wolves so close. They had to get to safety, then she could worry about a safe place to stay for the night.
There was a pause and a sound she couldn’t decipher. A growl? Without warning, the handsome man came behind her and cut the rest of the ropes off instead of his boyfriend. Once her hands were free, she rubbed her raw wrists and inspected the rope burns and bruises. The man lifted the back of her t-shirt, making her wince as it pulled off her wound. She knew she needed to get it looked at, but something inside her didn’t want the stranger doing it. It felt too intimate. Besides, they were in the middle of nowhere and still in danger.
She moved away from his scrutiny and turned to face him. The expression on his face was indiscernible as he handed her the knife. She took it without hesitation to free Brit and briefly held on to her little sister’s trembling body. Once they were out of the van, she tucked the knife into her jeans. Costas and his men had probably taken her gun; she needed a weapon to protect Brit.
The handsome stranger remained silent even though his eyes had lowered to her jeans. But if he wanted the knife back, he would have to prise it from her cold, dead hands.
She saw nothing when she looked around them. No bodies on the road as she had expected. It was already dark, but the moon provided enough light that she would have seen Costas and his men if the wolves had killed them. Had she imagined it all? Or had the wolves dragged them into the woods and were waiting to pounce on them, too?
She had to get Brit away from them.
“Thank you,” she muttered.
“Get into the car. We didn’t get to finish our conversation earlier,” the handsome stranger said.
Their only other option was to trek down the secluded road next to the woods in the middle of the night, and that wasn’t happening. They weren’t too far from home but that was the first place Costas would look for them, if he survived.
The man didn’t wait for her to agree, though. He walked to his car, a dark-coloured, expensive-looking SUV, and opened the door, gesturing as if he was used to ordering people around. He probably was. That aura of danger around him was more pronounced as if he was the predator, the king of everything that went bump in the night, not the wolves that had attacked them.
But now was not the time to mouth off. She took Brit’s hand and led her to the car, allowing her to go in first before she followed. The stranger closed the door and then walked back to talk to his boyfriend before he got into the driver's seat. He didn’t even look back at them to ask what had happened or if they were okay. Maybe they were an inconvenience. He probably didn’t appreciate having to save them from the loan shark and wolves while he was having his private time with his boyfriend.
The man in question walked from the van with their two bags and put them in the back. When he sat in the passenger seat, he had his top back on. He didn’t look too pleased about the situation. She knew if she were the one interrupted while climbing all over that sexy man, she wouldn’t be happy, either.
As the car started moving, she sat back and pulled her sister into her arms, wincing a little from the pain in her back. What would they do now? She wasn’t sure it was safe for Brit to return to school. They would have to move out of town and start afresh somewhere else.
“What are we going to do?” Brit whispered.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
She kissed the top of Brit’s head and tightened her arms with a sigh, only to catch the stranger’s gaze on her in the rearview mirror.
His eyes were still cold as hell, but there was just something in them...
Before she could figure it out, he looked away and concentrated on the road. But now, all she could see in his eyes was anger. So much anger. What could she have possibly done to piss him off?
She was still bleeding. The metallic scent of fresh blood assaulted Jax's nostrils, and the moment he stopped the car in front of the hotel, he shoved the door open and got out without looking back. She’d been hurt, and all his wolf wanted to do was make her feel better. Take care of her as a mate should. The scent had Jax so wound up he had to ball his fists and concentrate on keeping Cain under control. It had taken everything in him not to chase after the last of the men who had taken her from her home and tied her up. He wanted to rip them apart like the others for daring to touch her. He hadn’t lost control like that in a long time. If he gave in to Cain, the demented wolf would do just that. It would take little effort to hunt them down. The attendants opened the hotel's wide double doors the moment they saw him approach the entrance. But he could sense Layla’s hesitation behind him as if somehow this cursed bond had already taken root even though he had no intention of mark
Layla pulled the folder towards her and then looked back at the man. She didn’t even know his name, but he’d offered her this baffling deal. Brit was terrified. Her little sister was trying to act strong but she could see it. Their lives had changed for the worst tonight. Costas would still try to find them and use them. Going on the run was their only option. But she had no money, and as small as it was, Brit's college fund was sacred. She couldn’t dip into it if she had another option. And even if she did, it wouldn’t take them far. “Please sit down, Layla,” the man said. He was right. He was her only hope to save her sister. But would she give a child away to save another? She sighed as she pulled a chair across from him and looked down at the folder again as she sat. The knife she had commandeered earlier was comforting in her pocket, but she sensed it wouldn’t do much good here, or Jackson wouldn’t have let her keep it. “How do you know my name?” she asked. “I looked into
Layla sat in the back of the car exactly an hour later, feeling like Jackson King had bulldozed her. Everything had happened too quickly. Jackson had come back into the room with a gigantic man dressed in all black, who he’d introduced as the head of Brit’s security. Who was Jackson to pull something like this that fast? Why did he have bodyguards on call? His earlier statement about needing to keep her safe went around in her head until it dawned on her that she’d dropped herself into some deeper shit than merely Costas Markopoulos. When she imagined someone in the Mafia or other criminal organisations, they looked just like Jackson. An air of authority around them and expensive suits that were a world beyond Costas’ cheesy suit, hairstyle, and gold chains. Though Costas had turned their lives upside down, it felt like he was nothing compared to Jackson King. She'd screwed herself over by agreeing to this. She could feel it in her bones. Fear seeped through her whole body as she r
Jackson had already sent a message to Diedre, the pack witch, through his Gamma, so the woman was already waiting in the lobby when he walked into the packhouse. “This isn’t right, Jax. You’d have to confine her to her room or the basement because she would know the truth the moment she stepped out of the house,” Dylan said as he followed behind him. He refrained from rolling his eyes. Dylan had been mindlinking variations of that the whole drive home—he was giving him a headache. But he couldn’t get mad at his Beta for repeating something he had enforced for years since he had taken the throne. If they were lucky, it wouldn’t take long to get her pregnant and maybe by then, Cain would accept sending her back to the hotel. “You should have just let her run off. She’s going to be a handful—” “Enough!” he growled. It was Cain who made that command. Dylan felt it and shut up, but even with that submission, he still had to push his wolf back down to stop him from going after his fri
Layla inhaled a sharp breath when she heard his words. He didn’t even look like the words he’d said bothered him. A prisoner?And then Jackson closed the door. The sound of the locking door spurred her into action, despite how dangerous the whole place felt. She rushed forward and tried the handle, hoping she had just heard things, and this man hadn’t really just locked her in a room. But the handle didn’t turn. She tried it several times before she banged on the door.“Let me out, you fucking bastard! This wasn’t our deal!” she screamed.Panic welled in her chest again. She’d put herself in this situation because she’d been desperate to keep Brit safe. Jackson had known she would agree to anything. He had taken advantage of her. For someone who had claimed to hate people who went back on their word, he was doing the same thing. He’d said she wouldn’t be a prisoner! Jackson had made her think she would be free to come and go.She banged on the door again, ignoring the pain it caused.
Jax couldn’t close his eyes for a single second. He could still smell her. One touch and Layla had been putty in his hands, despite her obvious anger. She’d been turned on, causing an inexplicable hunger to rip through his body. He could still smell how wet she’d been. And all he’d wanted to do was rip her clothes off and bury himself in her body. The need had almost floored him.He punched his pillow several times and turned it over, but he still felt uncomfortable. It felt like he was trying to sleep on a bed of nails just because every cell in his body was urging him to return to Layla’s room.He knew it was the fucking mate bond. It made people stupid, made them look twice at someone they would never have wanted before. When he’d seen what the mating bond had done to his father, he hadn’t wanted that fate for himself. To be at the whim of unreasonable emotions? To put one person above himself? Above the pack? No, that was never something he’d wanted. Learning that leaving an
Wolves howling way too close for comfort woke Layla up with a start. She sat up in the comfortable bed, her heart pounding, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings. And when the previous day's events registered, she shot out of bed and rushed to the nearest window.Bloody wolves! She was going to get killed in her sleep!Her hand trembled as she pushed the curtain aside and peeked out. The room they had given her had a view of the front of the house where they had driven up, and she could just about make out the gates in the distance. There wasn’t even a hint of dawn in the sky, but the moonlight through the trees cast eerie shadows that gave her a horror movie vibe. No wolf eyes like before, though. If she hadn’t heard that terrifying growl in that infirmary, she would have believed she had just imagined those eyes. They had looked all wrong, for starters. Wolves didn’t have glowing blue eyes. Not in these parts, anyway.Were the wolves beyond the gates, or did they roam the grounds f
Jax pushed his eggs around his plate while his eyes remained glued on the large, finger-shaped bruises forming on Layla’s arm.He had never had to fight Cain so hard to keep him caged.Out of the entire pack, it was Dylan he had trusted to help him protect Layla, despite how he felt about her. His Beta knew the trouble he had gone through to get her to the packhouse. He’d stalked her. Offered her money that should have gone to taking care of the pack. He’d killed for her and possibly started a war with the humans. Dylan should not have dared.Layla’s fear hung in the air and spoiled his breakfast while the man responsible was shovelling his food into his mouth as if he couldn’t sense the danger in the air. He pulled his gaze from the bruises to look at his Beta and Gamma.Jon sat across the table from Layla and glared at her instead of eating. Cain was pissed off with him, too, but it was Dylan he wanted.He gave up pretending to eat and put his fork down before turning his gaze to