Penelope was a sobbing, mewling mess by the time Sebastian reached their brownstone packhouse. A few times, she thought that Tobias would catch up to them because of how awful the traffic was in the city, but every time he got close they started moving again. Bastian had barely gotten her into the packhouse before the knocking, then banging, started. Was her mate throwing himself against the door?
The suppressants had taken the edge off, but Bastian had not been gentle. She was weak from the pain surging through her lithe body, but she’d struggled anyway - trying in vain to get the Beta to let her go to her mate. Sebastian muttered colorful curses under his breath as he hurried up the stairs as fast as he could without dropping his Alpha.
“N-need mate!” Penelope whined piteously as Seba
