Training Their Mate [Pack Wars-Book 1] by Vella Day

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me.” Her breaths whooshed out.
    His eyes darkened and his lip twitched. “When?”
    Now that she was safe, her bravado disappeared
and a tear brimmed her lash. Her body sagged. “Can you undo me?” She wiggled
her arm.
    “Babe, I’m sorry I had to do that.”
    The endearment swirled inside her and helped
heal the fear a little. “You had to. Maybe if you hadn’t, Couch would have
tried to take me.” Her stomach almost heaved.
    “He’ll never get near you. I promise.” He
unlocked the cuff and she lowered her arm. She rubbed the fingers that had
almost gone asleep.
    She didn’t want to tell him that unless he
locked her in his apartment, he couldn’t keep her safe. “He already did. He
shot the window, but maybe he didn’t have real bullets.”
    “The windows are bulletproof. I never would
have let you come if I didn’t know you were totally safe from Couch and from
yourself.”
    The tears she’d held back so long fell. She
sniffled and swallowed hating this ordeal wasn’t over.
    Trax pulled out his phone and called one of his
men. He told him Couch had been there and they’d just missed him. He then faced
her. “Tell me everything.”
    Dropping her head back, she relived the almost
deadly encounter. Her stomach swirled. She mentioned the white car.
    “We saw the car. That wasn’t Couch.”
    She sniffled. “After it disappeared behind the
dumpster, Couch pounded on the window.” She squeezed her eyes shut, but the
image of his leer wouldn’t go away.
    Trax slammed his hand against the wheel.
“Motherfucker.”
    She couldn’t tell if he was upset that Couch
almost got to her or because he was close and missed him. Trax scooted across
the seat and hugged her. His warmth settled some of her nerves. “I’m so sorry I
allowed you to talk me into letting you come.” He swept an errant strand of
hair behind her ear.
    She choked back a sob. “He called me by name.
And it wasn’t Ms. Chambers.” Now the tears fell in earnest and she hiccupped.
    Trax’s thumb swiped them away. “We’ll get the
bastard. I promise.”
    He started the engine and peeled out. His
shoulders remained rigid throughout the drive back to his loft.
    Once he parked, he jumped out and jogged over
to her side. When he opened the door, his gaze scoured the back alley.
    “He can’t know I’m staying here.”
    “I wouldn’t put anything past Couch and his
kind.”
    She didn’t like the way his voice lowered. He grasped
her arm tighter and rushed her to the building. All he had to do was lean over
the scanner, and as soon as it read his iris, the door clicked open.
    She raced upstairs and straight to the
sanctuary. Once inside, she dropped down on the sofa and buried her head in her
hands.
    Trax knelt in front of her and clasped her
hands in his. “We need to talk.”
    His ominous tone almost scared her as much as Couch
pointing that damned gun at her.
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    Trax had never been more scared in his life.
Just thinking about that asshole Colter getting near Liz knotted his stomach.
He’d fought in Iraq and met terrorists head on but it didn’t compare to this
gut-wrenching experience. It was his fault Liz was even in the car. What had he
been thinking letting her come?
    Sure, she had the information and seemed
determined not to tell him, but he should have insisted. Clearly, she needed
discipline.
    She stared up at him waiting for him to have
this discussion, but his cock was throbbing something fierce. Ever since he’d
brought her here, all he could think of was sinking his dick into her sweet pussy.
This damned mating stuff finally made him crack.
    If he could train her to obey, life would be so
much better.
    “You need to understand something.”
    She sucked in her bottom lip and he almost
pulled her to his chest and kissed her.
    “What?”
    “You have no idea what Couch or any of the
other Colters are capable of. I do. From now on you will obey me.” He desperately wanted to show her that obeying him
could be