The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Four

DRAVEN

Whatever drug I was injected with seems to have a grip on my reflexes, but I rip my eyes open just barely. They feel like they have twin stones on them, weighing them down. My vision is blurry, and when I attempt to reach up to rub my eyes, I find I can’t. But I can, however, see the man before me. He’s big, with a head of thick blond hair and a pair of ice blue eyes. A long scar slices over the right side of his face from his hairline to the base of his cheekbone.

“Hello Benjamin,” I spout.

“Can you move?” he asks.

“Barely.” I hiss, attempting again to raise my arm, but failing. I focus on wiggling my fingers, and the movement is taxing. My body feels strange now that I am trying to use it. Like I’m swimming in a barrel of tar

“Okay. That’s good. It’s wearing g off already. It won’t be long now,” he says. “I’m going to lift your shirt and check your baby’s heartbeat. Is that alright?”

I nod, my eyes filling with tears as I recall the earlier conversation between Benjamin and Jason. “Don’t you dare hurt my child,” I snap.

A quick grin spreads across his lips. I won’t. He lifts the hem of my shirt and I feel the cool metal of a stethoscope, that I hadn’t even noticed he was wearing, grazing my tummy. After a few moments, he frowns, causing a spike in my heartrate as I try to read his features.

“What? What is it? Is there something wrong?”

Ho shakes his head. “Not wrong, no. But your baby’s heartbeat is abnormally strong for such an early stage of pregnancy.”

I smile. “Well he has a strong father.”

“He?” He quirks a brow.

“That’s right. He,” I snap. “And you’re not taking him.”

He releases a slow breath, in obvious shame. Im sorry you had to hear all that. I’m even more sorry that you’re here. Just hold still, I’m going to grab a bottle of water for you. It should help to flush your system. To wake you up a bit.”

I take a deep breath, my eyes scanning my surroundings. The walls of this large space seem to be made entirely of orange rock. The surface is rough and unsanded. An entire wall is dedicated to medical equipment. A long steel shelf lines the opposite wall, riddled with books and stacks of thick files. A large bed is pressed against the far wall in front of me, about twenty or so feet from where I lay. I can only assume the doorway is at my back and as I still can’t quite lift my arms, I guess I’ll have to wait to see how secure it is.

“Where are we?” I inquire as he steps up to me with an open bottle of water. “Are we underground?”

e water to my lips and lifting my head so that I can drink. “Drink slowly.”

He smiles. “Sort of,” he says, bringing

this

I eye the water warily. Debating with myself for a moment on whether or not I should drink it. What if it’s poisoned? Or tainted with more drugs” “This better be water.” I grumble, my eyes shifting toward him to study his features.

“I promise it is. If I wanted to pump you with more drugs, I wouldn’t have to do it this way, now would I?”

He has a point, so I sip. The water is ice cold and dribbles down my thrust with a delicious trickle and before I know it I’ve downed half the bottle. “God that was good, I say, closing my eyes against the instant clarity that comes with a little hydration. My head falls back with a crinkle of paper and I drag my arms up over my stomach, gratet that my mobility is quickly improving. Popping my eyes back open to stare at the big blond male standing before me. I ask, “Now. Where are we?”

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to the examining table. “We’re in a compound built into

Canyon.”

my shoes and flexing my feet upward to stretch them. “Who are you?” I ask cautiously. Attempting to push up off the table and look directly at the bastard. I’m still too weak so I end up flopping back down

few minutes,” he says.

to glare at him. “I asked you a question.

Benjamin. I am the Alpha of the Timber Wolf Pack

doing here? With a sadistic

the bed to straighten out the bed linens. “First of all, I’m not with Jason,” he says, sauntering back over toward me. “I’m just as much of a captive

snort. “I doubt

to lift

you up

carry you to the bed. Alright?”

walk,” I hiss, trying to pull my knees

against his chest as he transports me across the room. Turning me around, he helps me into a sitting position so that the base of my head rests against the rock wall and my back is supported by

conversation I heard when

not the only captive

shakes his head sadly. “No, you’re not. There are ten more females locked away in this place, and they all belong to

kind of shit you’re into?

a regular go between between the Red Wolf Pack and my own. He was a regular visitor. I never liked him. I always knew there was just something about him that wasn’t right. Then, our females were taken from the pack when I was out of town on business,” he snaps, his eyes growing dark. “I knew right away that

Ceremony?” I

when a neighboring pack is given free reign to hunt

1 hiss, disgusted.

“Not humans. Females born of wolf shifters.

of your

shift?–

my great grandfather, they used to long ago, but for the last few

The problem is, believe it or not, them

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any

say, but I don’t. It seems to me that something must be holding

“So the Marking Ceremony →

Shifters chase them, and when they’re caught–they re forcibly marked. If

disgusting” I snipe

Gabriel

not entirely sold on his story yet. “But you’re a big bad

taken them, but I know that if I agreed to go along with him – I would

you volunteered,” I say softly. “For this?” I scoff, “So

your females back?

says. “I could kill Gabriel, no problem. Thomas–Im pretty sure I could deal with

Hei

“Crazy” I supply