Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 124

Hycinth

The disgusting Wolf ahead of me glanced over his shoulder, lips curling up in a leering grin as he unlocked the front door of a dilapidated old house and then kicked it open wide with his foot. Taking a step back, he motioned his arm in a grand gesture toward the interior and snickered.

Before I could even tell him where he could put his revolting smirk, cruel hands shot out and struck me from behind, right between my shoulder blades. The force of the strike threw me forward off balance over the threshold. I yelped and my already out-of-control fear amped up another level because my hands were tied behind my back. There was nothing I could do to stop my forward momentum, and I was going to hit the ground hard with nothing to stop me but my rounded belly! At the last second, I wrenched my body hard, twisting just enough to take the impact on my side. Electric shocks of pain ricocheted through my right h*p and shoulder. The air whooshed from my lungs. I hissed and bit my l*p to keep from crying out. Breath heaving in my chest, I scrambled to right myself, trying to get my legs beneath me.

Raucous laughter came from the six wolves as they walked into the house and stood around, looking down at my futile display.

“Get her into the basement,” Dagger ordered.

I glared at him.

Two of the wolves stepped forward and reached down toward me. I did my best to shuffle away from them and snapped my teeth at their hands. “Get away from me!”

Without warning, one of them backhanded me across my cheek, causing my head to whiplash to the side. The menacing wolf snarled, “Behave!”

“Ow!” I couldn’t hold back my whimper, tears coming to my eyes. The pain was shocking as the bones rattled in my face.

Still struggling, I twisted my body to wriggle away but was unsuccessful as a wolf on each side grasped under my arms and jerked me to my feet. I stood unsteadily, my legs trembling beneath me. They pushed me into motion and I stumbled forward.

My single-minded focus to escape caused my brain to take in my surroundings with hypervigilance. My eyes were wide as they skipped quickly from object to object around me, searching for available exits and anything I could use as a weapon. But there wasn’t much in the space besides a ratty looking old couch and mismatched chair, along with two end tables and a freestanding lamp, all of which had seen better days.

Turning my attention again to Dagger, I decided to appeal to his logical side. Maybe he had a bit of self-preservation left. “You know you won’t get away with this. Leander will replace me. And when he does, he won’t leave a piece of you left. If you want to live, why not do the smart thing? Just let me go.”

Dagger snorted, rolling his beady black eyes. He seemed completely unconcerned about the lethal threat that was Leander. His over confident response unnerved me, but I didn’t show it. I tried to work it out in my head. Surely, he had to realize Luca would call Leander. Dagger’s biggest mistake had been leaving my brother alive, but I was never been more grateful for anything in my life.

“I’m hoping that little bitch replaces us,” Dagger snarled with contempt as we walked through a long hallway toward the back of the house. “It wouldn’t be any fun if he didn’t.”

Fresh unease rumbled through my stomach.

Reaching a door, the wolf on my left turned the handle and pushed it open. I could see wooden steps descending into the dark basement below. The dank scent of mildew drifted into my nostrils.

“You want me to just shove her in and let gravity take over?” the wolf on my right asked with dark anticipation.

Alarm shot down my spine. My body went rigid. I’d been able to prevent landing on my stomach when the bastard first pushed me into the house but there was no way I could avoid injury to that part of my body if I fell down a flight of stairs.

“No,” Dagger replied. “I have plans for that evil spawn in her belly. Can’t have it dying too soon.”

“What?” I gasped, the hair on my neck and arms standing straight up as icy cold fear rolled over my skin. No! I wouldn’t let that happen!

Adrenaline surged through my body. With shocking speed and strength, I twisted out of their grip. My canines automatically lengthened in preparation to tear through flesh. B***d and fabric filled my mouth as my jaws clamped down on the nearest wolf’s shoulder just missing the life source in his neck.

“F*****g bitch!” he hollered as he tried to get away from me, but I just closed my grip even tighter and snapped my head from side to side, effectively tearing the chunk of flesh from his body. I spit it on the ground and snaked forward again.

But my assault was radically detoured when Dagger’s fist slammed into my cheek. “Stop!”

I could barely see from the black spots that had invaded my vision, but I knew that the force of his blow had hurled me forward, directly toward the stairs. I cried out, “No!”

Abruptly, my motion was painfully redirected as the long fingers that were wrapped around my bicep jerked me back.

I worked to open my eyes, but found only one of them responded. My cheek on the same side as my unresponsive eye throbbed. The sound of my rasping breathing was drowned out by the furious snarls of the wolf holding both hands to the gaping wound in his shoulder.

“Chris, go clean yourself up,” Dagger muttered.

Another wolf took his place by my side. Wrapping my hair around his fist first, he curled a large hand around the nape of my neck to keep control of my head while his other hand gripped my arm.

Lifting me completely off my feet, the two wolves carried me down the stairs. When we reached the bottom, the darkness didn’t last for long as one of them pulled on a chain hanging from a light fixture on the ceiling. Three dim bulbs cast the eerie space in dirty light.

Praying for relief from the pounding in my head, I looked around in search of anything I could put to use but again, I came up short, only replaceing a scratched washing machine and dryer sat against the far side wall surrounded by old boxes, trash and debris. The only other source of light was a small grimy window with dead flies on the sill. Unfortunately, it was too small to fit my body through.