“I’m going to count to twenty now, Constance. If you aren’t standing in front of me, with my girls, I’m going to shift and the four of us are going to tear apart every child in this nursery.”
All three women gasped. Gladys went immediately to the door, opening it and finding Gus outside. Leslie could hear her telling him what was happening in the nursery.
“Why is he calling you Constance?” Mari asked, but Leslie waved her off.
“I’m taking the girls downstairs.”
“What? No. You can’t! Didn’t you see what he did down there? He’ll do the same to you.”
“He won’t hurt the girls.”
“How do you know that? What about you, Leslie?”
“I can’t let him kill other people’s children to save myself.”
“Leslie . . .,” she began to say, but Leslie wasn’t hearing her anymore.
All she could hear was the counting from the other end of the monitor. She pushed the reverse com on it and spoke quietly. “We’re coming down. There is no need to hurt anyone else, Blane. I’m bringing the girls down now.”
“Just you and them, Constance. Bring anyone else and you’re killing every kid in here with your stupidity,” he growled at her.
“Just us, Blane. Just me and the girls are coming,” she told him.
Pushing her way past Mari, she grabbed the handles of the stroller and wheeled it toward the door, hurriedly opening it and pushing them into the hallway. She was met by several wolves, shifted and ready to protect her, but she shook her head and waved them back, making her way to the slanted ramp to one side of the stairs and rolling them downward. At the bottom, she hurried across the lobby and through the doors of the nursery.CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT“Did you really believe you’d get away with this, Constance?” Blane hissed at her as she came through the doors to face him.
Leslie could hear the fray outside, still sounding like it was showing no signs of letting up. She remembered locking the door to the outside when she had come in earlier. How had he and his guys gotten in here? How had they gotten out of the fight and into the clubhouse?
“Why are you doing this, Blane? You didn’t want me or the girls. Why couldn’t you just let us go?”
“Let you go? Is that what I was supposed to do, Constance? Do you know how humiliating it was to come home and find your wife had stolen your children and ran away with them? Do you know what people think? What they say?”
“I don’t care what they think or what they say.”
“Well, that much is obvious, but you would if you were still there listening to them. You’re right. I didn’t want you or those girls. I wanted boys and you couldn’t even get that right. Still, we could have tried again if you weren’t such a cold fish. Don’t get me wrong, I rather enjoyed taking what I wanted, but it didn’t have to be that way. That was bad enough, but then I get this visit from some guy telling me you’ve married someone else. You’re still fucking married to me, Constance. That makes you not only a whore but a criminal.”
“Just leave, Blane. You said it yourself. You didn’t want the girls and you don’t want me either. You just want a baby factory. I’m sure there is an Omega out there that will be happy enough to open her legs to you and pop out babies.”
“Do you think I have been sitting around waiting for you to change your mind? No. There’s a reason I didn’t look for you. I told everyone you were crazy and that I had people looking for my girls but I didn’t. I could give two shits. I even had someone accuse me of killing you, and the police turned up, so I had to put up with that ridiculousness too. You and those girls are going back with me so that I can prove myself innocent once and for all.”
“They can’t prove you killed me with no body, so I hardly think you require us for that,” she told him.
“Perhaps, I don’t want people fucking whispering about me in my own pack. It hurts my reputation and that hurts my business.”
“Right. We can’t have your precious business lose any clients, now, can we?” she snarled back at him.
“You’ve gotten a little bolder since you ran away, Constance. You used to be this meek little sheep, and now you’ve got a mouth on you. I think I kind of like it. It’s going to be fun breaking you when we get back home. I stopped by your house on the way here. Nice place. A nanny and everything.”
Leslie’s blood ran cold. Marla! She resisted looking at her watch. It was still fairly early. Hopefully, she had not returned from her weekend yet, but how would he have known about her otherwise.