But he doesn’t open the door. Instead, he reaches across my lap, opening the glove box, and pulls out a roll of duct tape. I want to move, to stop him, but I can’t. My legs are like dead weight, my heart pounding so loud in my chest I think it might leap right out and leave me here a frozen shell.
I can only watch with terror, with shame as he rips off a piece with his teeth, with such ease it is more than alarming. He smiles as he glares at me. “Time to shut you up.”
I reach out, ready to fight, and he takes hold of my hands gripping them tightly with his massive one. All I can do is fight tobreathe as he places it over my mouth, breaking the momentary spell that’s fallen on me. I move to push him, but he’s too strong. He’s an alpha. He’s bigger, stronger. I’m nothing but an omega, and a weak one at that. It’s no use fighting him. With one motion, he holds me still and presses the tape over my mouth and I shiver from the reality of his cruelty.
I close my eyes, hoping somehow that this is all a bad dream, but deep down in the pit of my queasy stomach, I know it’s not.
“Your father's claims of your obedience are lacking.” He snaps before letting out a heavy breath.
“But I do love a good fight,” he all but purrs as I’m left unable to respond.
“When you learn to speak when spoken to, and not to question your alphas, I’ll remove it. Can’t stuff my cock in your mouth if it’s taped, now can I?” He shifts the car back into gear and takes one quick look backward before pulling back onto the road.
“Our pack has been looking for the perfect omega. One who listens, obeys, and covets us. In return, she’ll live a life of luxury, never wanting for anything. Not to mention you’ll get to be fucked by the three of us and bear our children.”
I try to talk, but with the tape on my mouth it all comes out an undistinguishable mess.
“It’s okay, guinea pig, you’re going to give me great joy breaking you in. Not to mention Ray hasn’t stopped yammering about his Sweetmeat.”
Just the mention of that name has my skin crawling, the same as it did last night when I’d heard it myself.
“I can take care of your father for you. I’ve seen what he does to you behind closed doors. It’s taken everything in me not to rip his throat out. To place him on my table and filet him.”
My eyes go wide. I reach for the door handle, not even caring how fast he’s driving. I need out of this car, and I need out now. Grasping the piece of metal in my fist, I push, but nothinghappens. He laughs, the sound rolling out of him lazily; cruel in its ease. As though my fear is nothing more than a punchline to some sadistic joke.
“Keep fighting, it’s making me so fucking hard right now.” He sticks his arm out, gripping my wrist, pulling my hand toward him, placing it over his very rigid cock. His wretched scent of burnt rubber surrounds me.
“I bet your pussy is just dripping, isn’t it?”
I try to pull away, but he doesn’t let me. He keeps my hand firmly in place where it is. “Oh, little guinea pig, you don’t think I’d let you escape from me that easily, did you?”
His words hit me harder than any weapon, cut deeper than any blade.
I'm not getting out of this. My life is officially over. My only solace, my only thought left is now Storm can finally live with the pack he deserves. Without worrying about me.
Maybe this is for the best. At least that’s what I tell myself as I turn my head away from him, dropping it back against the seat and staring out the window. The world blurs past in streaks of gray and green, my pulse loud in my ears. I try to memorize every twist of the road, every landmark, even as my vision swims.
Chapter 8
River
The wrought iron gate looms ominously, a fit welcome for the nightmare that surely awaits me.. Elliott lowers his window to punch a code into the box. I crane my neck, trying my hardest to look around his large form to see what he inputs, but fail in doing so.
The gates open wide and he pulls the car through slowly. A multi-level home stands tall ahead of us. It’s pristine yet cold, every line sharp and unyielding. Manicured hedges and polished stone paths only make the controlled perfection of the place feel more oppressive. As we near the end of the driveway, a sinking fear grips me. a brutal promise. Just the thought sends a shiver down my spine.
I’m trapped.
“We’re home,” he croons, pulling to a stop in front of the large mansion.
I want to tell him he’s wrong; this isn’t where I belong. I belong at my true home, in my closet, snuggled into my nest full of my scent with my blade between my fingers. But I can’t. Not withthis fucking tape over my mouth. I try to mumble, but it just comes out as garbled sounds.
“You’ve shown yourself to be unruly.”
Unruly? Is that what we’re calling it when someone is scared for their life?
He reaches behind me into the backseat, coming back with chains attached to cuffs. My eyebrows raise in confusion, and I fight harder to try to open the door.
“I can already see the wheels turning in your head. You can think about running, but I’ll catch you and your punishment will be severe.” An evil smile spreads across his face. “Or maybe I’d like that. On the other hand, run, my little guinea pig. Run as fast as those legs will take you.”
