“The house has a secret entrance in the woods that leads into the cellar. Not many know about it, so I doubt they’ll have it heavily guarded. We can get into the house that way, and hopefully get to the girls before someone catches our scent.” Rose explains. She starts moving through the woods taking us away from the house. We enter a crumbling cemetery, and she goes straight to a mausoleum. I don’t take the time to read the names engraved on the tombs as she pulls open a trap door in the floor and descends a rickety set of wood stairs. Pike follows behind her and I take the rear, making sure to close the door behind us.
“When we get inside I’m going for Bonnie first.”
Pike glances over his shoulder. “Of course.”
“We’ll meet back in the cellar.” Rose suggests.
Pike’s head snaps in her direction. “We’re leaving out the front door.”
“But…”
“I’m killing everyone who helped steal my mate.” His voice holds no room for arguing, not that we would anyways. It’s his right to eliminate the threat to his mate. Rose concedes with a nod ash she continues guiding us through the tunnel.
After a short distance we reach a wood door. She lays her hand on it, but stops short of pushing it open. She lets out a sigh. “I’m going after, Kyran.”
“Rose.” Pike warns with a low growl.
“To kill him, Alpha.”
“Mom?” I gasp in shock. I know this has to be done, but I never thought it would be her to do so.
“Are you sure?” Pike asks.
She nods. “I’m his mother. I need to be the one to put him to rest.”
“Fine.” Pike looks at both of us and adds. “Let’s get this done.”
Rose pushes the door open so we can enter the cellar, taking stairs that lead to the main floor. Pike snaps the neck of a man who is standing guard, and starts taking the steps to the second floor two at a time, not caring if anyone sees him.
The mating bond is telling me to go right to find Bonnie. I turn to go that way but hesitate long enough to warn my mother. “He won’t take it easy on you.”
She’s staring down the left side of the hall, where Kyran’s scent is strongest. When she looks at me I see her mouth is twisted into a frown. “I know he won’t.” We hold each other’s gaze and after a moment I lean down to press a kiss to her cheek. “Love you.”
Her hand comes to my jaw as she flashes a weak smile. “I love you too, Son. Now go get your mate.”
Placing my hand over hers I pull it away from my face and give it a gentle squeeze. “Please, be careful.”
She jerks her head in a nod and then turning on her heels she takes off. I watch her until she rounds a corner and is out of sight. There’s a feeling of dread settling heavily in my stomach, but instead of dwelling on it I turn to the right. It’s time to find, Bonnie.
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Bonnie
Holding my hand out in front of my face I inspect my nails. The bastard chipped one. I fling my dagger at his head. It imbeds itself in the headboard, a millimeter from his right ear. The bastard whimpers, causing me to smile. “You’re a sadistic bitch.”
“Hey! It wasn’t me who wanted to be handcuffed and spanked. That was all you, Christian Grey wannabe.” I walk to the bed and jerk my dagger out of the giant wood frame. Luckily, the guy had one made that could withstand his supernatural strength, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to keep him contained. But there’s no way he’s breaking that solid wood structure. This kinky bastard even had metal loops built into the headboard to latch his handcuffs to. Handcuffs that are surprisingly not breaking under the struggling he’s doing. I trail the dagger along his throat, letting it slice open the skin near his jaw.
“So are you going to tell me where your Alpha’s keeping my friend?”
“Fuck you.” He growls.
“Nope, sorry that’s not an option.” I wipe the blood off my dagger onto his bed spread, then stand and cross back to my previous seat at the end of the bed. I drop into the seat and kick my legs up onto the footboard. “Here are your options, though. One, you can tell me where to find my friend and I’ll kill you quickly. Or two, you can keep your mouth shut and we’ll just wait on my mate to get here. And I can promise you he won’t kill you, well not quickly.”
I hear the bedroom door open and I look to find Tucker leaning against the frame. To an outside observer he’d look carefree, but being connected to him the way I am I can feel the rage rolling off him. “Looks like you lost your options, Daryl.”