Captured By 2 Alphas (Werewolf)

embarrassment and ig

bout my fate except

o

the door of the Alp

tion, I head for the s

hing my way down th

me dead in

e loose! How am I su

iting for someone to p

smug voice of the ce

el

o him anyway, sticking

e that wrong, would

pping before, so what

I creep closer to the

ng the gift of heighten

other us if there are

ect?" I recognize the

in a comp

responds almost imme

he gag squirming to e

feel the color drain f

of waiting for bot

my ears, what the A

thing. "Then wait no

Thursday. Since th

k just as well. Plus, y

ed with her.

be a wedding," I ann

oor on impulse. There

listen to my future b

k of being a gho

n on me. One is Natha

tly combed black hair

to his father, whose

rey. Evidence of th

d to th

dre stands up from hi

ers and a tall statur

certain, and it's tha

ice versa. He shoots

red over the years,

olves ashamed

o keep my attitude un

ff to him and seen t

eaf turned over is

leng

or anyone else," I see

He can't possibly thin

's held control over

ine he won't cross

than lets out a

cooperate for once?"

his. I can give you ev

f Luna?" He looks to h

yet deman

He still reminds me o

tantrum if he didn't g

ave my fingers cut off

forgotten h

t or you wouldn't have

ck, feeling a growl sta

thought of himself a

my eyes, a king withou

a

at me for my backla

ns to his son, confi

o whatever I say." He

nd watching me with a

f a beady eyed sn

He asks in that sickly

t tone. I hate it with

me sick. Sicker than i

th

, my hands curling into

wn and smiles darkly

en you'll be locked u

I'd think it gets aw

and suddenly I feel co

y feel the frigid stone

inging in

off, skeptical and ta

ere, not to that hel

hen I'm more screwed

ugh that's an ea

ce my words to come o

ike breaking down, dro

o keep my

eyes sparkling with a

I wo

this. I kn

down at my shoes. He

an bend me so easily

't be ha

sday," the Alpha's w

ssuring me that this i

e. Now go on. I beli

epare

o an engagement and I'

he party I

cally towards the do

t knocking a potted p

e clay shattering on t

silence of

mumble unde

n snaps. It surprises

andle this

sarcastically sweet r

ue feelings. There's

y mout

heel to face him. M

gers drippin

aid," I snap, loud and

pray that one day c

und floating in the ri

lready pick

skin is on fire and my

rd of what I say and

it's seeping it. Pu

he's going to patroni

row me back undergrou

oor behind me with e

through the wood

to prepare for the par

of the many smalls ca

m, which is si

nd the tops of the dar

l lighting from the gi

. I plop down on it,

ee

it. Forget

easier. Except this t

l thoug

day. That leaves me

. Four days left to

se

om thought, I remem

I bar

he loose! How am I su

t waiting for some

lking about? And what

a Luna before he