Bound to Be Mated(5)

“You see, Micah, that little tart over there offered me something, and I’ve come to collect,” Brandon said.

The guy at Charlotte’s back was breathing down her neck. She pulled a face and looked on at her sister and the men squaring off against Brandon.

“There’s nothing here for you. What did the little human offer you?”

“Women. Lots of women. You see, it would seem most of the bitches running through this town end up in your pack. I want in on the action. My men are becoming a little rowdy.”

Growls erupted in the room, and Charlotte tensed as one of them came from right behind her.

“You shouldn’t make deals without a pack member present. Wilson, were you present at any of these negotiations?” Micah asked.

Charlotte didn’t understand everything that was going on. They were talking too fast and they were growling right behind her. Was her sister part of some sort of cult?

“No, sir,” Wilson replied, his head bowed down.

“The women of my pack don’t get passed around like dogs. They make their own choices. If some women want to go with you, then they’re allowed to go.” Micah turned to the room. “Any of the women present in my pack step forward if you wish to join Brandon and the Eagles.”

The tense silence spoke volumes.

“Not one of you lovely women want a chance to be with us?” Brandon called to the room.

Charlotte was sure she heard someone vomit.

“Leave the girl and get out,” Micah ordered.

Charlotte stared at the floor, trying to not draw any more attention to herself.

Why couldn’t she have told her sister to go without her?

“No. A deal’s a deal. Kim is part of the Rock Wood pack, and I want something in the bargain.” Brandon took hold of Charlotte’s chin in a firm grip, forcing her to face him.

This man was stronger than her, so she didn’t bother to struggle. The attempt would have caused her more pain than anything.

“I’ll take this one as compensation. I could use a newbie to train for my passions.”

Brandon pressed a hand to her breast. Charlotte whimpered, and her struggles returned in full force. She might not know what was going on, but her instinct to protect herself was kicking in tenfold.

This man posed a threat, and she had no way of getting away from it.





Chapter Two




Micah watched the young girl fight to be free. He turned and glared at Kim, the person who’d caused all of their problems. The call of the moon and the wolf grew stronger. Large canines grew in his mouth, and his hands began to shape into large fiendish claws. A woman in his bar was in danger, and the animal within him responded.

“Let the girl go,” he ordered. With each word he spoke, his voice grew louder. The submissive wolves in the back were cowering to his dominance.

Brandon smiled but didn’t let the girl go. Instead, he cupped her between the thighs. The young girl screamed in fright, the sound painful to hear. He didn’t allow any woman to be hurt in his company. Stepping forward, he glared at his two trusted men, who moved closer as well. This wasn’t a fight for power but a fight to protect someone smaller and way more delicate than their kind.#p#分页标题#e#

“So the big bad wolf has come to play?”

“She’s in my town, in my bar under my protection. Put my property down.” He paid and served this town well. Made sure they always had work and business. In return, he asked for them to board up their homes for three nights of the month.

“But she doesn’t smell like pack. She smells innocent, and with no claim. By our very laws, it means she’s up for grabs. Our men did catch her, and it’s been so long since they’ve had a plaything.”

Micah knew about the laws. He’d helped to write a few of them.

“Unless you’re willing to use another method?”

Micah should have seen this coming. For years, Brandon and his pack of mutts had tried to take over his turf. He wasn’t having any of it.

“What do you want?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“You take the girl for yourself. Right now, in front of us. Mark her and make her yours.” Murmurs ran through the whole of the room.

The girl stared at him with a mixture of fear and hope radiating out of her eyes. She was young, and he scented she was close to womanhood. Her scent held the spark of innocence that wasn’t associated with a woman used to physical contact. Perhaps seventeen, eighteen. Fuck, he hoped she was older. What Brandon was asking would terrify any woman who wasn’t accustomed to pack laws. She wouldn’t know what was about to happen, and he was about to put one of the townspeople in danger.