He didn’t know how long he had been out, but the next thing Ollie knew, he was waking up in the middle of the woods. Trees were all around him, and his hands and feet were bound.
He looked around, but his head didn’t appreciate the movement, and his vision was a bit blurry. Ollie opened and closed his eyes a few times hoping it helped with the fuzziness. He glanced around the open wooded area, but no one was there. Or rather, he couldn’t see anyone. The fact it was dark outside didn’t help, even with his enhanced vision. Although he wasn’t at a hundred percent anyway, probably from the knock on his head.
“Hello?” he called out. He cleared his throat as his voice sounded a bit groggy. “Hello?” Ollie called again. This time his voice was a little clearer, but no one came to his rescue.
He moved his arms, and he felt a little give. They were tied behind his back, but not properly.
He tugged some more on his hands, but whatever held him didn’t loosen. Ollie remembered what Ronin had said about shifting just one part of his body. He hadn’t really been able to yet, but he breathed in deeply and imagined a paw with all his strength. He felt his paw slip free and he pulled the other hand out, freeing himself. Ollie quickly untied his legs and got on his feet. He looked around to see if he knew where he was, but he didn’t, andfuckhis head hurt.
But he had to focus and find his way out of there. He decided to do something he’d never done and think of Ronin, then follow his bond hoping it led him home. Once he did this, he let his body just start walking on instinct. It was a better idea than getting caught there. But as he reached the trees, he heard his voice.
“I would advise you to stop right there, or I will cut your child out of you.”
Ollie froze. His hands went around his stomach, and he flinched. He knew that voice... had hoped never to hear it again.
How the hell did Anton know he was pregnant? Ollie slowly turned around and watched as the man that had haunted his nightmares walked out of the darkness.
“Smart move,” the asshole said.
“What are you doing here, Anton?” Oliver couldn’t believe he just asked that. He’d always cowered in this man’s presence. “Just let me go. You didn’t use me before, and you have no need for me now. I am of no use to you.”
Anton shrugged. “I had a special plan for you, and it was simply delayed.”
“Special plan?” Ollie’s brow creased. “I’m confused. How can you use me? Why won’t you leave me be?”
Anton laughed. “Why don’t you sit back down and I’ll tell you.” Even though it was couched as a suggestion, Ollie knew it wasn’t.
Oliver crossed his arms and stared at Anton, and the alpha shook his head.
“Don’t test me. I would hate for something to happen to that pup of yours, and I swear to you, it’s not a threat.”
Oliver moved back to tree he had been tied to. He couldn’t take the chance for his baby, and even though he was more pissed that he was being held against his will, he wasn’t scared. He knew that Ronin would get to him in time. He didn’t know how, but Ollie knew his mate would get here, and that was what mattered most.
When he sat down, Anton tied his arms behind him again. This time, it was much tighter.
Anton leaned against a tree and began speaking. “Devon is the reason you’re here right now.”
Oliver frowned. “I don’t understand. What has that got to do with me?”
“Well, let me try to explain it so that your little omega brain can comprehend it.” The condescension in Anton’s tone was rife. “Devon was going to be the perfect omega. I had an alpha that was set up for him. Luther was expecting Devon, but he ran off, so I needed a replacement. Luther has a type—hair, eyes, build—and you came with the added bonus of being a virgin. Although that seems to no longer be the case.” He looked down at Oliver’s stomach and shrugged.
Ollie realized that he did kind of look like Devon, although he had never paid attention to it.
“You’re newly bred, and I’m hoping the child ends up being an omega.” Anton shrugged. “Either way, I can’t show up without an omega, or it’s my ass. And, well, better yours than mine. You see, I fucked up once, and Luther isn’t one to give third chances, so I had to come and get you back. I had no choice.”
The way he was rattling on, Oliver could tell that he was scared of Luther. He didn’t think Anton could be scared of anybody. “You’re scared of this alpha?” Ollie chuckled. “Didn’t think the big bad Anton was scared of anyone.”
Ollie knew he shouldn’t poke the bear, but, well, he couldn’t help himself.
Anton glared at him, and he could see how much the man wanted to take a swing at him.
“Nothing. I’m frightened of nothing and no one. Don’t make me remind you how it is you are to address me.”
“You’re scared of him.” Ollie snorted. His brain told him to shut up, but his mouth seemed to be ignoring it.
Anton moved closer to him. “Again, if you say that one more time…” He raised his fist like he was going to punch Ollie, but something told him Anton wasn’t going to harm him because he needed him. He could use that to his advantage.
“Okay. You’re not afraid of him. You just appear to be,” Ollie mock-placated,
