closing, stripping her of her panties in one quick snip. A memory of her mother sewing when she was little coming back to her. She’d hum while she sewed. Kayla had forgotten that little detail. She stared up at the ceiling as a tear rolled down the side of her face.
Nothing happened for a moment and she imagined him looking at her. She then felt the scissors at the hem of her top. “You don’t need to cut my top off!” she said, jerking her body but accomplishing nothing.
“I know. I just want to,” Phillip grinned as he slit through her tank top quickly, exposing her breasts. “Lovely,” he said. “Elijah’s a lucky bastard.”
Her nipples hardened when her top fell away, both from cold and fear. She was laid bare, exposed, once again made vulnerable. But this time was different. This time it wasn’t her choosing and she didn’t feel safe.
“Pretty,” he said, setting the scissors down and pulling a low stool between her legs. “So pretty.” He traced one of the welts on the back of her thigh. “Rough lover, that Elijah.”
She didn’t respond.
He didn’t hesitate before sliding the cool metal probe inside her. Kayla closed her eyes and forced herself not to scream, not to cry.
* * *
Elijah remained bound. They’d shot him full of something and he’d realized a while ago it was some sort of anti-shifting drug. How they’d figured out what to use and how they’d tested it he didn’t want to know. The thought of his brothers as lab animals made him sick and angry. He needed to focus on Kayla now. What were they doing to her? Could she be pregnant? It was a possibility; he’d known that when he’d taken her, hadn’t he? Nature had ruled him, the need to breed too strong to ignore.
The door opened and a man in a white lab coat entered carrying a syringe.
He nodded his head at the guards. “Wait outside,” he said. Although this man was no more than 5′8″ tall at most, the soldiers obeyed immediately. Elijah didn’t know who he was. Phillip was sick, insane. He was fascinated with the werewolf packs, their DNA, how they worked, everything. He was cruel and dangerous in his obsession, but Elijah had never seen this man before.
“I’m Eric Maddox,” the man came forward, introducing himself. “I’ve heard a great deal about you, Elijah.”
Elijah only stared at the smaller man. There was something different than the others about him, but Elijah’s guard remained up.
“I’m the one who designed the anti-shift drug,” Eric continued.
“Well, I suppose I should thank you then. You’ll be the one responsible if an innocent girl is harmed.”
The man studied Elijah, ignoring his comment. “Your brothers live, Elijah. Marcus and Collin are being kept on Phillip’s estate.”
Now it was Elijah’s turn to study the small man. Had he heard correctly? Were Marcus and Collin truly still alive and prisoners all these years? “I don’t believe you,” Elijah said, a part of him working through the possibility.
“Then it will be a shame for them,” Eric said. He raised the syringe he held for Elijah to see. He then pressed the tip of it into the leather sofa and emptied the thing. “They’re being held below ground in the main building on the estate.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“The girl will be safe for now; they’ll need her to breed the pack. You on the other hand, they can do without. You’re too powerful, therefore a danger. They will use Marcus’ seed to impregnate her.”
“Why Marcus?” he asked.
“Collin is too weak.”
Elijah only stared, processing the words slowly.
“You’ll be able to shift within another quarter of an hour. They won’t know that. She’s in the lab below this room. There are twelve armed men inside and two at the door. Outside, there are sharpshooters at the tower and the perimeter is circled by an electric fence. You’ll find a small opening in the fence directly behind this building. The soldiers believe
Nothing happened for a moment and she imagined him looking at her. She then felt the scissors at the hem of her top. “You don’t need to cut my top off!” she said, jerking her body but accomplishing nothing.
“I know. I just want to,” Phillip grinned as he slit through her tank top quickly, exposing her breasts. “Lovely,” he said. “Elijah’s a lucky bastard.”
Her nipples hardened when her top fell away, both from cold and fear. She was laid bare, exposed, once again made vulnerable. But this time was different. This time it wasn’t her choosing and she didn’t feel safe.
“Pretty,” he said, setting the scissors down and pulling a low stool between her legs. “So pretty.” He traced one of the welts on the back of her thigh. “Rough lover, that Elijah.”
She didn’t respond.
He didn’t hesitate before sliding the cool metal probe inside her. Kayla closed her eyes and forced herself not to scream, not to cry.
* * *
Elijah remained bound. They’d shot him full of something and he’d realized a while ago it was some sort of anti-shifting drug. How they’d figured out what to use and how they’d tested it he didn’t want to know. The thought of his brothers as lab animals made him sick and angry. He needed to focus on Kayla now. What were they doing to her? Could she be pregnant? It was a possibility; he’d known that when he’d taken her, hadn’t he? Nature had ruled him, the need to breed too strong to ignore.
The door opened and a man in a white lab coat entered carrying a syringe.
He nodded his head at the guards. “Wait outside,” he said. Although this man was no more than 5′8″ tall at most, the soldiers obeyed immediately. Elijah didn’t know who he was. Phillip was sick, insane. He was fascinated with the werewolf packs, their DNA, how they worked, everything. He was cruel and dangerous in his obsession, but Elijah had never seen this man before.
“I’m Eric Maddox,” the man came forward, introducing himself. “I’ve heard a great deal about you, Elijah.”
Elijah only stared at the smaller man. There was something different than the others about him, but Elijah’s guard remained up.
“I’m the one who designed the anti-shift drug,” Eric continued.
“Well, I suppose I should thank you then. You’ll be the one responsible if an innocent girl is harmed.”
The man studied Elijah, ignoring his comment. “Your brothers live, Elijah. Marcus and Collin are being kept on Phillip’s estate.”
Now it was Elijah’s turn to study the small man. Had he heard correctly? Were Marcus and Collin truly still alive and prisoners all these years? “I don’t believe you,” Elijah said, a part of him working through the possibility.
“Then it will be a shame for them,” Eric said. He raised the syringe he held for Elijah to see. He then pressed the tip of it into the leather sofa and emptied the thing. “They’re being held below ground in the main building on the estate.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“The girl will be safe for now; they’ll need her to breed the pack. You on the other hand, they can do without. You’re too powerful, therefore a danger. They will use Marcus’ seed to impregnate her.”
“Why Marcus?” he asked.
“Collin is too weak.”
Elijah only stared, processing the words slowly.
“You’ll be able to shift within another quarter of an hour. They won’t know that. She’s in the lab below this room. There are twelve armed men inside and two at the door. Outside, there are sharpshooters at the tower and the perimeter is circled by an electric fence. You’ll find a small opening in the fence directly behind this building. The soldiers believe
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