that were etched into his arms, he looked like he was no stranger to fighting. I knew he was pure evil. This was the man that had raped Susan Samford and left her for dead in the woods when she was too weak to keep up with the pack.
Before I had a chance to say anything, Troy reached over and tweaked my left breast, pulling his hand away as I tried to slap it.
“I see why you like her Dorian—nice full set of titties, pretty face, but boy, she’s a sassy one.” He licked his lips. “Are you sharing bro? You can have some of the one I got today?”
I gasped in shock. Was he saying what I thought he was? Was there was another captive like me in this place? “You’re disgusting,” I cried, “you are all disgusting!”
Kincaid spoke up, a frown on his face. “Troy, Dorian, go easy on her. She just got here.”
I shifted my gaze to Kincaid. Like his brothers he had to be evil too, but I had to admit, he was stunning. A monster of a man, his mass of blonde curls tumbled to his shoulders, highlighting his crystal clear yellow eyes. His body, like Troy’s, was Viking in proportions with thick biceps, a massive chest, and heavy loins.
“Troy and Kincaid are Quinn and Dalia’s sons. They have accepted me as a brother, just like Quinn has accepted me as a son,” Dorian smiled, gloating. “We are all in line to be the alpha of the Vlodiks.”
I thought about what Dorian just said. It seemed very strange to me that Quinn, who was as likely as vile, if not worse, than his sons, would fully accept him. Dorian was Dalia and Caleb’s son. I could not imagine that Quinn would treat him equally to the sons that came from his own sperm. Though of course a stepson deserves equal treatment, somehow I just could not believe that Quinn was the type who would see someone that was not of his own flesh and blood as being as good as someone who was. I suspected that Quinn was out for blood against the Lycan clan and was using Dorian to help mastermind whatever evil plan he had concocted. Dorian obviously didn’t even realize it. But, I couldn’t focus on that, I had to know where Markus was.
“Where is Markus?” I asked again.
“That’s really none of your business, Kristen.”
I could hear Troy snicker.
“Tell the girl,” Kincaid spoke up. “Why keep upsetting her?”
I looked at Kincaid gratefully. Perhaps, all of the brothers were not as bad as I’d thought.
“She is more likely to cooperate if you are decent to her,” he added.
“She will cooperate anyway,” Dorian said. “I will see to that.”
Kincaid looked at me, ignoring Dorian. “Kristen, Markus is not here. Dorian dropped him off in the woods somewhere…”
Before he had a chance to finish his sentence, Dorian interrupted him. “Enough chatter. Kristen, I will show you my cabin—our cabin. You will be staying with me, of course. Later you will meet the rest of my family, my stepfather and mother, Quinn and Dalia and my half-sister Talika.”
McGreevy had been listening quietly to the conversation, but he finally spoke up. “Where are Susan and Zach, Dorian? You said you would bring them.”
“I know what I said,” Dorian retorted sharply. “But I changed my mind. The kid was in day care when we visited Susan’s house. All we saw of him was a photo on the fridge. And if we’d taken the mother, there would have been a lot of noise when she didn’t pick him up. That is not an aggravation I need right now.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. So, Susan and Zach were safe back at their house. But, my heart started racing again as I thought of Markus. Where was he?
“But you promised,” McGreevy whined. “You said you would bring them to me.”
“Shut the hell up!” Dorian shouted, his eyes flaring. “Get out of here or I may decide to turn into my wolf and rip you to shreds.”
McGreevy started to say something, but the look on Dorian’s face changed his mind. He spun on his heels and walked out, his face purple with rage and
Before I had a chance to say anything, Troy reached over and tweaked my left breast, pulling his hand away as I tried to slap it.
“I see why you like her Dorian—nice full set of titties, pretty face, but boy, she’s a sassy one.” He licked his lips. “Are you sharing bro? You can have some of the one I got today?”
I gasped in shock. Was he saying what I thought he was? Was there was another captive like me in this place? “You’re disgusting,” I cried, “you are all disgusting!”
Kincaid spoke up, a frown on his face. “Troy, Dorian, go easy on her. She just got here.”
I shifted my gaze to Kincaid. Like his brothers he had to be evil too, but I had to admit, he was stunning. A monster of a man, his mass of blonde curls tumbled to his shoulders, highlighting his crystal clear yellow eyes. His body, like Troy’s, was Viking in proportions with thick biceps, a massive chest, and heavy loins.
“Troy and Kincaid are Quinn and Dalia’s sons. They have accepted me as a brother, just like Quinn has accepted me as a son,” Dorian smiled, gloating. “We are all in line to be the alpha of the Vlodiks.”
I thought about what Dorian just said. It seemed very strange to me that Quinn, who was as likely as vile, if not worse, than his sons, would fully accept him. Dorian was Dalia and Caleb’s son. I could not imagine that Quinn would treat him equally to the sons that came from his own sperm. Though of course a stepson deserves equal treatment, somehow I just could not believe that Quinn was the type who would see someone that was not of his own flesh and blood as being as good as someone who was. I suspected that Quinn was out for blood against the Lycan clan and was using Dorian to help mastermind whatever evil plan he had concocted. Dorian obviously didn’t even realize it. But, I couldn’t focus on that, I had to know where Markus was.
“Where is Markus?” I asked again.
“That’s really none of your business, Kristen.”
I could hear Troy snicker.
“Tell the girl,” Kincaid spoke up. “Why keep upsetting her?”
I looked at Kincaid gratefully. Perhaps, all of the brothers were not as bad as I’d thought.
“She is more likely to cooperate if you are decent to her,” he added.
“She will cooperate anyway,” Dorian said. “I will see to that.”
Kincaid looked at me, ignoring Dorian. “Kristen, Markus is not here. Dorian dropped him off in the woods somewhere…”
Before he had a chance to finish his sentence, Dorian interrupted him. “Enough chatter. Kristen, I will show you my cabin—our cabin. You will be staying with me, of course. Later you will meet the rest of my family, my stepfather and mother, Quinn and Dalia and my half-sister Talika.”
McGreevy had been listening quietly to the conversation, but he finally spoke up. “Where are Susan and Zach, Dorian? You said you would bring them.”
“I know what I said,” Dorian retorted sharply. “But I changed my mind. The kid was in day care when we visited Susan’s house. All we saw of him was a photo on the fridge. And if we’d taken the mother, there would have been a lot of noise when she didn’t pick him up. That is not an aggravation I need right now.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. So, Susan and Zach were safe back at their house. But, my heart started racing again as I thought of Markus. Where was he?
“But you promised,” McGreevy whined. “You said you would bring them to me.”
“Shut the hell up!” Dorian shouted, his eyes flaring. “Get out of here or I may decide to turn into my wolf and rip you to shreds.”
McGreevy started to say something, but the look on Dorian’s face changed his mind. He spun on his heels and walked out, his face purple with rage and
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