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Wild Beast Mate(38)

By:Milana Jacks


Nothing happening around this well-lit neighborhood, I thought. No wonder Vice gave me our home. Nothing to do around here.

A man strolled up the sidewalk.

I could go for a ride.

The man advanced, now walking faster. He locked eyes with me and started jogging. His head was shaved bald, his clothes were plain, and he looked a bit out of place around here. Two houses down, I tapped my foot, eyes still on the guy.

Right there, I decided I didn’t like him. I slammed the door closed and said, “House, lock down.”

The House didn’t respond.



Knock. Knock.



“Lock it down, Rey!” I shouted and manually twisted the lock.

“Dark is outside.” She walked back down the stairs. “What’s going on?”

A man appeared at the door leading to the back yard, a sneer making his face look like the devil’s. There were two of them. One in the back and one up front.

“Don’t open the door, Rey. There’s someone out there.”

Behind the man, Dark crept on the grass, and when he closed in on the guy, he lunged.

The man fell, and Dark bit his shoulder, danced around him, then bit him again.

Rey stood there, unmoving. I ran to her and turned her shoulders. Her blind eyes stared into space, and she kept blinking. I figured Rey’d checked out, paralyzed with fear. I shook her by the shoulders, glancing at the front door, which would hold for another ten seconds. When the house locked, the metal over the door would slide into place. Now it was just decorative wood between us and the man with murder in his eyes. “Rey, listen to me. Command the lockdown.”

“My hound.”

Crap. I swung open the back door. Dark kept biting the man’s leg, while the guy stood jabbing something on the black box next to the back door.

“Get in here, boy!” I shouted.

Dark hopped inside, and I closed then slipped the door locked.

“House, lock down,” Rey said.

The doors clicked. The metal on the windows slid down. The metal reinforcing the doors didn’t. The guy in the back opened the box and stuck his head inside. From his pocket, he got a rigger. Oh man, the rigger. I’d even robbed one from Men of Earth. The drunk guy in the back alley? I remembered scouting the City and catching him pissing on the wall, then toppling over. The rigger fell out of his pants, and I took it, curious about it. The rigger would take over the house tech.

The front door cracked.

I whipped around.

A fist punched through.

“Run upstairs, Rey. Find a gun or something, anything. Go.”

Beside her, the hound whined.

“What’s happening?” she asked.

I looked around the house, my gaze stopping at the kitchen with a display of the best cutlery money could buy. I rushed across the living room and into the kitchen, where I grabbed an ax designed to chop bone, then rushed back and took up position by the front door.

“Dewlyn, talk to me,” Rey said.

I snapped my head to her. Rey’s face was pale, her hand covering her belly. She’d faint on me. “Rey, go upstairs and look for something to kill with.”

“Don’t dismiss me, damn you! Who’s here and what do they want?”

“Men of Earth. They want pairs. Mates. They want mates!”

“Fine! House, dial Jamie.”



Beep. Beep. Beep.



“Redial.”

The man knocked.

I didn’t tell Rey the metal on the front door had never slid into place. The guy in the back worked fast, already jamming the House system. These things were the highest tech on Earth, and these guys had access to high tech too. Something to ponder if I made it out of here.

A hairy hand reached through the punched hole, then disappeared back out again. I gripped the ax’s handle, swung up, and bent at the knees, waiting. My knees shook so bad, I sure hoped they didn’t give out.

A hand appeared again. He held a wire between his fingers and searched for the doorknob.

I swung down.

It cut at the wrist. His hand dropped on the floor, fingers still moving.

The man yelped but muffled his scream. Oh shit. They were quiet. Nobody would hear us. “Motherfucker, I will chop yo ass into tiny pieces.”

From the corner of my eye, I caught Rey climbing the stairs, and something else. That guy in the back. Blood soaked his pants, but he didn’t care. He stood on top of the patio’s table and put a rigger closer to his lips.

“Hello,” a man’s voice boomed through the House. “Don’t make me search you out,” he said and threw his head back and laughed. He’d hacked into the House’s voice commands. Once the door unlocked, he’d walk inside. I was all of one hundred and ten pounds wet to his well over two hundred. He’d break me and then take me. What would they do with Rey? A thought occurred to me as I contemplated my fate.