Dexter groaned. “He’ll be fine. We’ve gotta stay alive long enough to visit him in the hospital. So, what’s the plan?”
I crouched down with the other Alpha and our Betas.
“We go in, save my mate, and kill anyone who gets in our way.”
The other three wolf shifters nodded, and we turned to assess the best way to take the cottage.
Because somewhere inside that small house was my mate, and I wasn’t going home without her.
Chapter 13.
Nevaeh.
Blood dripped down my nose, making my lips taste of metallic salt.
Yuck.
My right eye was swollen shut, and I was tied to a chair in the middle of some backwoods cabin, but there was nothing wrong with my hearing.
For the past God knows how long, Trevor had been fighting with an older man who sounded very similar to Trevor.
His father, probably.
And they were arguing over what to do with me.
Trevor didn’t want his dad to hurt me, but he didn’t want to keep me, either. The guy really didn’t know what he wanted. Not at all.
And although I should be terrified, and a part of me was, I knew my mates would come for me.
I could hear the men in the room moving around. All I could think was, what was going to happen when my mates arrived?
Would they get hurt?
What if it was Brad?
My heart tore apart just thinking about it, until I couldn’t breathe for the pain it caused me.
My men…
The people I’d run away from, rejected and decided I couldn’t possibly be with.
They’d come for me. They’d save me.
I knew they would.
Because they thought I belonged with them. And at this point in time, as my head throbbed with pain and my hands were bound behind my back, I called myself ten kinds of fool for running away.
Why was I so scared??
Because it was too perfect?
Because I’d had too many orgasms?
Because I was too chicken shit to actually love someone.
Because loving someone meant really trusting them.
And I had trust issues.