No sniveling. I straightened, refusing to back away as he neared. He was a damn beast, and the closer he got, the more I desired to bolt. His silence was eerie, and he still didn’t say anything as he grabbed my arm.
“Were you watching?” I accused.
Rafe toted me like a toy, tossed me into the closet, and locked it from the outside. The thuds of the locks being slid into place made me want to wither.
What was I going to do?
I brought my fist down on the wood like it would do anything. At most, it helped channel my frustration.
I paced to the end of the closet, which consisted of about six strides, then back. Cade mentioned that we’d go somewhere tonight, but it looked like I’d be left in the dark until it was time to leave. Using my palm, I rubbed my arms up and down to warm myself.
Fuck this aching need.
If I had it satiated, at least it would allow me to think. If I could use them to satisfy my need, then I would. But it wouldn’t change the outcome. I would still leave them behind.
Protecting myself was the priority.
Chapter 6
I’d long since stopped fighting to free myself and settled into the drive, trussed up in the trunk like a turkey. Sweat beaded at my nape from trying to wriggle free of the zip ties. A pinch assaulted my shoulder from how long my arms had spent behind my back. My thighs burned from kicking at the side of the small trunk with my ankles tied. All the light I had was a little yellow light on the top of the too-close trunk.
MyScent Matchestied me up like this.
A thick knot formed in my throat and pulsed like it was trying to make a point. My Scent Matches hated me, and didn’t deem me worth treating like a fucking living person.
What could I expect from a pack that purchased an Omega? If they didn’t know who I was to them and they behaved this way, would they have accepted me if they knew?
That felt wrong too.
I rolled the back of my head against the felt floor. What could possibly be their reason for buying me? They were attractive, and from the look of it, filthy rich, so what was it they wanted from me?
Children?
My stomach turned, and I gave another tug at the ties. All they did was abrade my already numb and stinging wrists.
Purchasing me to impregnate me didn’t feel right.If they wanted children from me, they wouldn’t have mentioned taking me somewhere, right?
I groaned.
If that was what they wanted from me, I had to escape sooner than later. I wouldn’t allow myself to be trapped because of a child. Not like this. I would never allow a kid to feel sousedas I’d always felt.
To get away, I had to know where I was. Hopefully there were signs nearby to give me a better idea of my location. All I knew was I’d landed in Northern California, closer to San Francisco. On the drive to their house, I’d only had brief glimpses from the back seat of the rental van Father drove. What I had seen consisted of a dry, sprawling landscape. Bland to the point that everything looked the same. Fields, lots of agriculture, then the landscape morphed into compact bunches of sycamore trees.
The car jolted, and I went rolling to the side, smacking my head on the bulge at the side of the trunk. Once the engine went silent, the sounds of car doors shutting reached my ears. A few moments later, the trunk popped open. I squinted against the blinding light, wincing from the sting.
My sight still hadn’t adjusted to the fluorescent beams when a grip wrapped around my forearm and hoisted me upright. At the same time, the other hand scooped my legs so they hung off the lip of the car. The metal dug into my flesh, and I winced.
Rafe slid his finger between my skin and the plastic, then jerked. The band dug into flesh even more, and I couldn’t hold back my pained gasp. Once the zip tie snapped, he tossed it in behind me. I rubbed my raw wrists. Thin imprints of the hard plastic had dug in to the point that it burst open capillaries under my skin.
Keeping my expression stiff, I waited on Rafe’s next move. He crouched and ripped the band around my ankles. This time, the edge sliced across my shin. Unable to keep it in, I hissed a breath out. He swiped his thumb across the blood and popped it into his mouth, leaving me gawking at him.
What the fuck is wrong with these men?
After tossing those broken ties into the trunk, he grabbed something from the ground that had been shadowed by the car. My heels. He slid them onto my feet. Muscle rippled under his black fitted T-shirt. Wide shoulders to grip while he slid in?—
I squeezed my thighs together so hard that there was no way he didn’t notice my swell of lust, but he didn’t say anything as he carefully slid the heels on, almost gingerly. Quite the opposite to how he’d yanked the ties. Wavy hair fluttered in the brisk breeze, playing along his forehead.
“Why did you guys buy me?” I whispered.
