her cousin’s house, but that would mean putting Mick and his family at risk, something that she would never do. Which of course begged the question, what should she do now?
Should she stay in Boston and be forced to hide out in old dumps that the Pack had long forgotten about, help herself to one of the luxury penthouses or houses that the Pack owned, or just say the hell with it, cut her losses and leave? Well, one thing was for sure, no matter what she decided to do, she was definitely not going to stay here for another night.
Just because she shifted into a large werewolf whenever the mood struck didn’t mean that she was okay with living without the basic amenities in life. With that in mind, she collected her snacks, shoved them back in the cheap plastic grocery bags and headed for the front door, deciding that if she was going to leave then there was no point in waiting.
Taking a sip of her soda, she opened the door and when she wasn’t attacked, grabbed or had Holy water thrown at her along with the words demon, devil and witch, she walked down the old stone steps, took another sip of her soda as she looked to her left and then to the right, trying to decide her best course of action.
Deciding that it probably was not a good idea to go back towards the 7-Eleven, she went to the left and decided to see where the night took her.
Jail.
That’s where the night took her and five hours later as she sat there in the corner ignoring some large woman dubbed Princess Sheila as she yelled the cell rules that Kara was now expected to follow if she didn’t want to get the piss kicked out of her. Kara couldn’t help but wonder why bad things kept happening to her, but she knew the answer to that already.
Drew.
Everything in her life had gone to hell since that night that she’d found out the awful truth that she was Drew’s mate. As she flipped Princess Sheila off, she couldn’t help but wonder if his father had planned this all along.
Chapter 14
Twelve hours of hell later…
Ryan closed his eyes in resignation as he dropped his face in his hands. “Please tell me that you didn’t really put her up in one of the old brownstones,” he said in a tone that Drew didn’t appreciate, not one fucking bit, but he appreciated the looks that Boston’s finest were giving him even less.
“It was the safest place for her,” he bit out evenly, wondering why he was even bothering to explain himself to his Beta of all people.
That brownstone had been perfect, beyond fucking perfect. Well, that was until a group of vagrants had set it on fire while chanting, “Die, demon whore! Die!” He still wasn’t sure what that was all about except of course for his mate. He just wasn’t sure that he wanted to know how Kara had managed to turn forty vagrants, prostitutes, and dope dealers into a lynch mob.
Yeah, he was probably good if that conversation never came up, he decided as he stood there, glaring at the police officer refusing to give him any information about Kara.
“I can only release information to her lawyer or family,” the large man said with a shrug, not really looking as though he cared.
“She’s my wife,” Drew snarled, somehow resisting the urge to tear the building apart until he found her.
Actually, that was probably thanks to Ryan, who threatened to cut his balls off with a silver coated knife if he did anything to give them away. They had his mate and refused to give her up or any information. It wouldn’t take long before the threat of castration wasn’t enough to keep him calm. They’d taken something from him, the most precious thing to a shifter and he wasn’t about to stand there for very much longer.
“Don’t do it,” Ryan said, not bothering to drop his hands, most likely because he could sense Drew’s temper rising.
“She told the arresting officer that she was single,” the human said, lying his fucking ass off.
“No,” Drew said, meeting the officer’s bored glare head on, “she didn’t.”
She knew better than to talk to officers, let them take her prints or mug shot, no matter the consequences. She would never so much as utter a single syllable once they’d started questioning her. She knew the rules better than anyone. He’d bet everything he had that his little mate had glared all the way here and made their lives a living hell since, because Kara was that fucking devious.
She would never allow humans to collect any information on her that could be used to track her or bring attention to their world.
“You have nothing on her,” he said, allowing his eyes to flash silver as he glared down at the much smaller man. “Release. Her. Now.”
“I…,” the officer stuttered, stumbling back and noticeably swallowing as he looked around to see if anyone else had just seen what he had.
“Now!” Drew growled, tired of playing by human rules.
“Calm down,” Ryan whispered as he finally dropped his hands to his sides and looked around the busy police station to make sure that they weren’t attracting an audience.
“S-she was arrested for resisting arrest,” the officer stumbled in a trance, refusing to take his eyes off Drew even as his hand absently came to rest on the butt of his gun.
“Release her,” Drew said evenly before he snapped, “Now!” one last time, already knowing that it would in fact be the last chance that he would give this officer before he tore this place apart brick by brick.
The officer whimpered as his mouth worked silently, but Drew no longer noticed him as the most enticing scent hit him. He shifted his gaze to the right just in time to see his pain in the ass mate being escorted towards him.
“You’re seriously kicking me out?” she asked, not sounding particularly angry or concerned that she’d been arrested over bullshit charges, but she simply sounded curious.
In answer, the two officers escorting her simply glared down at her.
“What?” she asked innocently with a little shrug. “She was like that when I got there.”
At that point one of the officers stopped so that he could snap down at her, “You made an undercover officer have a psychotic breakdown!”
Kara simply blinked up at the man. “Are you sure that she wasn’t like that before?”
“Whoa! Davis, back off!” the other officer snapped, releasing his hold on Kara so that he could tackle the other officer before he could wring Kara’s neck, an urge that he had fought plenty of times over the years to recognize the signs.
“What?” the devious little woman asked, simply to fuck with the humans, because that’s what Kara did when she was bored.
She fucked with you until she drove you out of your fucking mind, which again probably meant that he really didn’t want to know what she’d done to make a police officer go insane. Yeah, probably not, he decided as he shoved past Ryan and went to retrieve his mate, who now stood there, blinking innocently as five officers were forced to wrestle Davis down to the ground.
“I know you did this!” Davis yelled, somewhat hysterically as Kara stood there staring down at her nails, quickly becoming bored with the whole thing.
“Uh huh,” she said absently as another officer was forced to join the group trying to stop Davis from going for his gun.
Kara didn’t seem all that concerned with the impending threat, but that probably had something to do with the fact that she’d finally spotted him and when she did, her, “Uh oh,” had lost its tone of boredom and her expression became a tad concerned.
Swallowing hard, she frantically looked around the chaotic mess around her, grabbed a Dunkin Donuts coffee cup, tore the lid off and threw the contents on the nearest officer, soaking his shirt thoroughly with a small, nervous smile. “Police brutality?” she asked, sounding hopeful as Drew finally reached her, grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder as the officer simply stood there, shaking his head in disgust as he looked down at his ruined shirt.
“Get her the hell out of here,” the officer said, sighing heavily as Kara did her best to dive off Drew’s back and return to a life of incarceration, but his hold around her was unfor
giving and with every little squirm and escape attempt, it became even tighter.
She wasn’t going anywhere.
When she finally accepted that fact, she stopped trying to get away and asked, “So, how was your trip?” with what sounded like a little hopeful smile that wasn’t going to save her ass.
When he didn’t answer, she sighed heavily against his back and mumbled, “Oh, shit.”
Oh, shit was right, because this time he was going to wring her fucking neck and this time nothing was going to stop him from doing it.
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“Maybe we should take a minute and think this over,” Ryan, her new favorite person in the world, said as Kara moved her ass behind another table as the last one was sent flying across the club.
“That sounds like a great idea,” she seconded before an undignified squeal escaped her and she was forced to dive out of the way as the table, the only thing that had been standing between her and her seriously pissed off mate, suddenly went flying across the room, joining the rest of the club’s furniture against the damaged wall and landed with the rest of the debris on the floor.
“You,” Drew said, closing in on her as she frantically tried to get away and crawl beneath another table, hoping that he was getting bored with destroying his club, “disobeyed me.”
“Umm, you’re not the boss of me?” she stupidly pointed out as she tried to remind herself that she was an Alpha and should be standing her ground until the large bastard was on his knees, begging for mercy, but one look over her shoulder had her filing that plan away as the stupidest thought that she’d ever had.
She’d pissed him off a lot over the years, but never like this. Unlike those other times, he could actually put his hands on her without worrying about the consequences. Basically, she was seriously fucking screwed.
It was only a matter of time, probably seconds, before he caught her and he finally gave into years of violent fantasies. So, she gave up on trying to crawl to safety and simply got to her feet and made a run for it.
The unnatural roar that followed her and shook the building somehow gave her the courage to run faster. When she was able to make it into the stairwell, slam the door behind her and deadbolt it before she ran for the stairs, she damn near relaxed, telling herself that she was safe.
That was before a seriously pissed off nine foot werewolf crashed through the door and lunged for her.
Chapter 15
“You son of a bitch!” Kara screamed as he sank his human fangs into her heart shaped ass.
He waited for the mark on his arm to burn in retaliation for what he’d just done. So, when nothing came, not even a tingle he was a little confused, but not enough to stop what he was doing. Keeping his hold on the waist of her jeans that he’d pulled down so that he could sink his teeth in her flesh, he licked the new mark he’d made, unable to help but smile as he did it, because he knew without a doubt that she liked it.
The little moan that she tried to bite back when he ran his tongue over her bottom was telling enough, but the scent that she’d been given off since he’d picked her up had grown stronger, more enticing over the past hour. Reaching back, she blindly slapped at him, but not hard enough to hurt him, which was the next clue that she wasn’t as adverse to his charm as she’d like him to think.
Letting her go, he watched her run up the stairs, pausing on the next landing to yank her jeans back up and shoot him a look that should have killed him on the spot. He stood there, grinning as he licked his lips, savoring the sweet flavor of the tiny drops of blood that had confirmed his suspicions. It seemed that his mate was coming into her first mating heat a lot sooner than he’d expected.
It almost made up for the fact that she’d disobeyed him, almost.
Sighing, because things were about to get more interesting, he walked up the stairs, following after her. He didn’t rush after her. He simply walked after her, sighing with satisfaction and not giving a damn that his cock was bouncing with every step, eager to slide into its mate.
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