The drug had sent her into heat…
Trent glanced at his watch, the food growing cold.
“Is she not going to eat?” Kyle picked at his own meal, stealing bites as though it didn’t count if he didn’t use his fork. “She barely touched breakfast or lunch.”
“She needs to eat,” Trent said. The side of him that liked to set rules and boundaries wasn’t about to let her skip so many meals, not when he was in charge of her. “I’ll go check on her.”
Her shower had been running for almost an hour, but the alphas had given her privacy. They were a house full of adults, and even if she was playing the part of their submissive, he understood that need for alone time.
He took the stairs in aquick jog, then knocked on the door to her room. No answer, but if she were in the shower, she probably couldn’t hear him.
He pushed open the door, then went to the bathroom. No steam escaped, which had him frowning. He knocked, again, but still nothing.
A tightness in his chest made him knock harder. Fear crept in, slowly, whispering all the reasons she might not be answering.
After waiting another moment, he twisted the handle.
Locked.
“Alison,” he called out, raising his voice so she’d hear it above the running water.
Silence.
Heavy steps preceded Daniel’s voice. “She had better be in there.”
A quick nod from Trent was his only response as he moved away, then leveled one hard kick at the door. The hollow interior door gave way with a loud crack, and sure enough, the bathroom didn’t have a bit of heat in it—or Alison.
She’d run.
“Fuck,” Daniel muttered.
Trent twisted to find the window open—not large enough for one of the alphas to fit through, but Alison wasn’t all that big.
“What the hell was she thinking?” Trent went to the window and peered out, hoping to catch sight of something. Instead, the darkness stretched across the yard and he couldn’t spot anything moving.
“Shit,” Kyle said as he walked into the room
“Pretty much. The girl bolted. I swear, I’ll make good on my threat to paddle her ass over this,” Daniel said.
Kyle shook his head, his cheeks pale. “Neither of you smell it?”
“Smell what?” Trent asked.
Kyle offered a hard look, something in his gaze saying he wasn’t joking for once.
That was when Trent stopped, forcing him to breathe in, to think, to pay attention.
It hit him fast. Weak—probably why he hadn’t picked up on it right away—since she’d been out of the room for at least twenty minutes, but it was there.
Heat.
Suddenly her behavior, her reaction, all made a little more sense.
Alison had gone into heat, and rather than face that with the alphas, she’d run away.
And when Trent’s cock hardened, when he let out a feral snarl, he couldn’t really blame her abit.
Daniel’s desire to turn Alison’s ass red abated some when he finally caught sight of her.
