“Hey-” Sebastian snapped his jaw shut when he realized that the tall man standing next to Viggo’s liquor stand was not one of his werewolves. “Who are you?”
The man was tall, though less so than either Viggo and Bjorn, and decked out in a rather intimidating outfit consisting of black cargo pants, combat boots, and a black t-shirt that showed off a physique that would have had Sebastian drooling if he didn’t have Viggo and Bjorn to compare it to.
“Sebastian?” the man asked, taking a step toward him. His mouth was set in a flat line, his eyes coldly assessing as they scanned Sebastian from head to toe.
Sebastian took a step back, looking around for Viggo and Bjorn. The two werewolves were nowhere to be seen.
“Yes?” he said, nerves turning the answer into a question.
The man reached down to his belt and pulled off a walkie-talkie, holding it to his mouth and pressing down on the button.
“I’ve got him, let’s move out.”
The man’s words didn’t make sense – he didn’thaveSebastian.
Did he?
Sebastian had the absurd notion that maybe he was being kidnapped.
“Don’t be stupid,” the man said, taking another menacing step toward him. Sebastian didn’t know what face he was making that the man felt he needed to warn him, but he decided that he would very much not heed the warning.
He ran.
Turning on his tail, Sebastian bolted out of the room as fast as his feet could carry him, catching himself on the door and propelling himself down the hall in a mad scramble that ended abruptly when his foot slipped on the polished hardwood and he slammed into the wall.
The scary man walked up behind him, pace brisk and movements assured, like Sebastian was an animal he was herding into position.
“Oh, he’s cute!”
Sebastian’s head whipped around, taking in the newcomer. It was another man, cast from the same brutish mold as the one chasing him, dressed in a bulky motorcycle riding suit. He crouched down and put a gloved hand on the top of Sebastian’s head, petting him like a dog. Ignoring Sebastian, he looked up at the man behind him.
“Werewolves, man. Can you imagine being able to just buy a cute piece of ass like this and do whatever you want to it?” The hand on Sebastian’s head turned into a fist, yanking Sebastian’s head back. The man smirked down at him, eyes cold. “I bet you just bend over and take it, don’t you? Fucking Life Mate candidates. You’re all the same, just slutty little cunts begging for a boot to stomp them into the ground. You make me sick.”
Sebastian held his breath, the man’s words registering from somewhere very far away, his whole body paralyzed by fear.
Where the fuck were Viggo and Bjorn?
Sebastian realized with sinking dread that the text messages telling him to come to the house had most likely been sent by the men who were absolutely kidnapping him – or worse – which meant that they had Viggo’s phone, which meant… Sebastian didn’t know.
Did they want to use him to lure Viggo and Bjorn into a trap? If so, where were Viggo and Bjorn now?
They would be here, Sebastian realized, which meant that they had been taken first.
This was bad. This was extremely bad.
“Jesus, asshole,” the man from the living room said, sounding disgusted. “Stop fucking playing with him and bag him up.”
The words propelled Sebastian into a second escape attempt. He sprang to his knees, yanking his head back and dislodging the biker’s grip on his hair, and ran down the hall. When he reached the front door, he pulled it open only for something huge and heavy to crash into him and slam him into the door.
“You little fucker,” the biker growled, his arm coming down and putting Sebastian in a chokehold. He put his mouth into Sebastian’s hair, sending disgusted chills down his spine as he tightened his elbow around Sebastian’s throat. “When all this is over, and you’re all used up, I’ll be waiting. Remember that.”
Gurgling, the lights dimmed on Sebastian’s vision and everything went black.
26
BJORN’S WOLF
Bjorn was on the floor.
