Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Real Kane freezes and then—to my unspeakable relief—pulls away.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re right. Damn it! I really wanted to knot her! She’s so fucking ripe for breeding!”
“Yeah, but didn’t you say you needed money?” the first goon asks. “This little bitch could be our meal ticket for the next year or two if you sell her for enough.”
“We can always find some bitches to knot once the auction is over,” the second one says. “Tonight’s for Shifting—tomorrow is for breeding.”
“You’re right.” Real Kane shoves me roughly off his lap and I sprawl in a heap on my Nan’s hand-braided rug.
“Ouch!” I gasp. What is this “auction” they keep talking about? Before I can ask anything, Kane is stuffing his cock back into his jeans and rising to pull me off the floor.
“Get up, you little slut!” he snarls. “If I can’t fuck your pussy and fill it full of my cum, I’m gonna sell it for a shit-ton of money instead.”
“What…what are you talking about?” I gasp. But he pays no attention. He just lifts me like I weigh nothing and slings me over one hairy shoulder.
“Come on,” he says to the goons.
And he carries me, naked, out of my house and shoves me in the back of a black van.
“What are you doing? Where are you taking me? Help! Help!” I scream at the top of my lungs.
“Take care of that bullshit,” I hear Real Kane say to one of his goons.
“You got it,” comes the answer.
And then a big hand is holding a rag over my mouth and nose. There’s some kind of liquid on it that smells sickly sweet. I fight to get away but he grips the back of my head with his other hand, crushing the rag against my face.
Slowly the world around me turns gray and begins to fade. My last thought before everything goes black is how I wish I would have listened to Fake Kane. He was right—my brother is dangerous.
And now I’m going to pay the price for not heeding his warning.
35
CONNOR
“What do you mean, Sunny’s gone?” I demand, hearing the panic in my voice. “What the actual fuck, Branson? She was there yesterday—I texted her! And I know she got my text because she blocked me.”
“I’m sorry, Sir but this morning she didn’t show up for work at the diner,” Branson tells me. “I had our informant go check on her and she found the door wide open and Sunny was nowhere to be found, though there were signs of a struggle.”
“What signs?” I demand. “And what else did she find—anything? We need to know what happened, damn it!”
Branson details the fact that there was popcorn spilled all over the living room floor, which isn’t like Sunny—she keeps everything neat and tidy at all times.
“There were scents in the air too—the scents of three males, from what our informant could smell,” he says. “And I’m sorry to tell you this, Sir, but she’s certain that one of them was a Rogue Alpha—most probably the girl’s brother. He was in the diner earlier and she smelled him there.”
I groan and rake my hand through my hair. I should have gone after her yesterday as soon as we got word that Kane was in Singing Rock. But last night was the full moon and I couldn’t risk driving when I knew I was going to have to Shift.
The night of the full moon is the only time Male Weres are forced to Shift to our Wolf forms. And once in that form, we can’t change back again for hours. So I had stayed home and Shifted and roamed the woods on the edge of our property, as I always had growing up.
But all night long my Wolf was worried. He wasn’t joyful and excited to be out hunting as I had thought he would be when I first got out of prison. All he could think about was Sunny.
Danger! Our mate is in danger! he informed me over and over until I thought I was going to go crazy!
By the time I was finally able to Shift back to human form, I was worried to fucking death for her. Sometimes the animal side of me knows things my human side doesn’t. I was praying my Wolf was wrong but almost the minute I got back to the mansion, I got the call from Branson that Sunny had disappeared.
“Kane must have taken her somewhere,” I say, raking a hand through my hair distractedly. “But where?”
And what had he done to her? I felt protective fury rising inside me. If he’d touched one hair on her head I was going to fuck him up beyond all recognition and then fucking kill him!
I could feel my Wolf growling his agreement. Sunny was our mate—no one else was going to touch her and live!