“My brother, the true alpha, Tidus. You mated him and then turned on him. It’s your fault he’s dead. I’m pretty sure your son is my nephew.” She leaned over Dee, “Tell me, Dee, did you mate, fuck and kill my brother, all the while knowing you had his son tucked away? A son that he never knew about.”
Not knowing how to respond she kept her mouth closed until Talia made her move, she still had no idea what the bitch wanted. Why would she drug and take Dee?
“I asked you a question, Whore. Did you kill my brother?”
Shaking her head Dee responded, “I didn’t, not for lack of trying though. He was killed by another pack of wolves. California wolves. From what I hear he was tortured before they killed him, they made it as messy as possible.” Okay, so she was lying about the torture part, but it felt really good to see the source of all her troubles recently so pissed.
Attempting to control her rage, Talia shook briefly before inhaling deeply. As her eyes turned wolf gold. “I scent an untruth. What are you lying about?”
Dee’s shoulders came up in an innocent shrug. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Talia’s eyes gleamed while her malicious intent was obvious. “It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s dead and you wronged him greatly, according to pack law I intend to take your life. Any last words?”
In for a penny, in for a pound. “Your brother was a piece of shit and I see the apples on your family tree are pretty similar, all rotten. My son is the only good thing that came from him and I intend to keep him safe for as long as I live. Which means keeping him away from you, Bitch.”
“When I kill you, and I will kill you, I will leave you here to rot while I raise my nephew.”
“My son is smarter than that.” A particularly painful wave of need had her abdomen cramping and Justin’s name slipping from her lips.
Talia came closer, inhaling deeply, releasing a wicked chuckle. “Interesting, you’re in heat. I think I can make this more painful that I’d anticipated. I’ll just find you a male.”
Now unable to for words, Dee shook her head as laughter rang in her ears.
What is that noise? Justin woke expecting his mate’s frisky hands roaming his body again and instead the freaking smoke alarm was going off. Dee was a great cook so he knew something was wrong. Shoving down the negative thoughts he thought maybe he forgot to turn off the bacon before the last round of sexual healing.
Coming around the corner he saw bacon burning on the stove, but nothing else out of place, with the exception that his mate was missing. He made a valiant effort to scent her but was thwarted by the scent of burning bacon. Running to the phone he called his family. It was time to hunt.
Curled up in a ball on the floor of some clinic-she suspected it was a closed veterinary clinic. Dee shivered again. She felt like she had a fever but in reality it was the unanswered heat consuming her. During heat a beast needed to fuck, often and vigorously with a strong male, a mate that could protect them. Her strong male was currently at home, probably sleeping after sating her need for the last two days.
Since she was mated she wouldn’t be able to orgasm without the scent or presence of her male. She’d tried hours ago but only accomplished a horrible feeling of loss and loneliness, coupled with an increase in her lust. Sooo, masturbation was off the table; she’d simply have to endure, after all, no one ever died of lust. Did they?
Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t hear the door open or close. She only knew someone else was in the room when there was an angry growl in the doorway. A voice she didn’t recognize asked, “Who is this?”
And then the bitch from hell spoke, “It doesn’t matter. Look at her, she’s ready and willing. She’s practically panting for you.”
The man approached slowly and held out his hand like she was a wild animal about to scent him. Funnily enough she did scent him and he wasn’t what she wanted so she hissed while recoiling from his touch.
“Talia, this woman is mated, where is her man? She needs him, not me.”
Clucking her tongue in annoyance she announced, “He’s dead, her bond should be released, paving the way for you dick. She’s in heat and needs help, help her.”
He knelt down by Dee and wiped the sweat soaked hair from her forehead. “Hi, my name is Dean, do you need my help? I won’t take you without permission.”
She nodded her head attempting speech, “I need…”
He stood and ripped off his clothes, prepared to help her, a woman, a shifter he didn’t know. She’d be honored if she wasn’t so disgusted. She needed her mate, not a fill in. She giggled a bit to herself, thinking this guy really did want to fill in by filling her. Immediately the feeling of nausea attacked her as she watched the man approach. Her cat hissed and clawed to get out and she wasn’t strong enough to fight her heat.