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Amy:
I feel like everyone can see it. I feel like everyone knows that Nathan and I had done the nasty last night. I can't fight the way my face flames up whenever someone looks in my direction. It flares up twice as much when Nathan looks over to me because the damn feelings and images of last night flood into my head. Then the asshole smiles at me like he knows this is taunting me.
"Are you okay?" I jumped looking back at Marty blushing really hard. She started laughing. "What the f**k?"
"Shhh. I'm okay," I hushed, hiding behind her.
"What are you doing are you...?" she started to ask before taking a deep breath. "Oh, my little princess is growing up,"
"Shut up," I whisper-shouted tightening my eyes shut and shoved her. Which only made her laugh more which caused me to feel ten times more embarrassed.
"If you keep looking at people like you just accidentally ran over their puppy, then they're going to know," a growled ripped out of my chest. I stood up straight eyes wide. "That is a good sign,"
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes, I am so glad I told Nate to mark you. I didn't expect for you to fully mate but that definitely works so much more,"
"Is it going to hurt?" I asked.
"A little, but then you will feel completely free. I promise," I nodded and hugged her. She hugged me back tightly taking in a deep breath. "I needed this,"
"You promise to talk to me once this is over right?" I asked. I felt her nod and hug me tighter.
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Marty:
"Alpha we have a situation with one of the prisoners in the old packhouse," Jeremy one of the prison guards stopped behind me.
"I'll see you at twelve if not sooner," I promised, kissing the top of Amy's head. I didn't want her to leave my sight but I didn't want to look like I'm compromised in front of the pack either.
"I love you," she mouthed as I rushed out following Jeremy.
I can hear his growls from the outside of the house. Which should have been basically impossible. Dylan is definitely alpha born. As we went down into the basement, I could smell the burns from them stunning him trying to get him to shift back.
"That's enough," I growled as all the lights were switched on. His massive black wolf is pacing back in forth on the other side of the bars. "What are you doing?" I asked him angrily. He slumped down on the floor with a scoff. "I won't know what you want until you shift back and tell me,"
He sat there, his massive alpha red eyes staring back at me. Not once did my wolf show any interest, instead, she's sizing him up for a fight. She wants to tear into him. I sighed knowing that if I did allow her to kill him how she had originally intended she'd kill us both. His fur looks like he had never groomed it before. Shaggy and dirty. That's the only thing that differs his kind apart from ours. He finally began to shift back. Jeremy handed me a pair of basketball shorts I tossed them at him looking away as he came around.
"Do you feel better now?" he asked I looked at him confused. "You killed my little brother the only family I had left,"
"Oh that," I had almost forgotten about Devon. "Just a little,"
"You and I are no different," he growled gripping the bars. His hands began to sizzle as the silver did what it is intended for. He pulled back when it was too much to bear and began to pace. "You accused me of being a murderer and turn around to do the same. The difference between us was that I didn't do it to make you suffer, princess, I did it for my pack,"
"Yeah. Well, I wouldn't have done it in the first place. His death is your fault. Is that all you wanted? I trust you were fed twice by now," I said looking at Jeremy.
"He refused to eat," he informed me.
"My food isn't good enough for you, Dylan?" he growled at me. "If he continues to refuse meals I want you to bind him. Blend it and force his ass to eat. I can't afford for him to die until an heir is conceived,"
"f**k you," Dylan shouted. Both Jeremy and I stepped back when he reached through the bars swiping his claws at the two of us.
"You're not in here because I'm going to starve you or torture you. You're in here for a reason Dylan. This is your punishment and I'm going to make sure you see it through,"
"You'd let someone touch you? Whether you like it or not, princess, you're mine. I'll kill anyone who touches you," he said slumping down against the wall. I watched him slide all the way down until his butt hit the floor.
"Do you like to read?" I asked looking around his cell he has destroyed everything in it.
"What?" he asked.
"Do you like to read?" I repeated.
"Why?"
"You're going to be in here a long time. I can have them bring you newspapers, books, magazines. Would you like that?"
"Are you f*****g with me?" he asked.
"No, I don't like to f**k around at all," I answered and he seemed pleased by my answer. "Is that a yes or no because I have s**t to do upstairs right now and you're taking up my time,"
"You wouldn't be here if you had s**t to do, princess," he said leaning his head back against the wall.
"My mate is considered to be a high priority and when he requires an audience I will comply. However, I am still the alpha of this pack and I still have s**t to do. Starting on Monday, if you require me please make sure it is after five because I have school to attend to. So, answer me or I'll try again tomorrow,"
"Yeah, I like to read," he finally said.
"Alright, what?"
"Classics don't bring me some sappy s**t either,"
"What else?"
"I like car magazines and if I'm going to be stuck here then the news should be local right?"
"Okay. So, this is how this is going to work. If you try anything you will be tranquilized on sight. You won't get very far. You saw what I've done to the place since the last time you burned it down, right?"
He nodded."Paranoid?"
"You will have two-hour workouts in the gym down this hall. There is a shower you can use and a bathtub, okay? Now you are not allowed to fight with any of my guards if you do, the others will tie you up and beat the s**t out of you until they get tired or I come and stop it. Your time will start at five pm every night. You can choose to just shower or not. Do whatever you want but you will be in here by nine o clock sharp. If you aren't, I will have you tasered you and you won't be allowed to come out for a week. If you're good, I might get you a portable DVD player, alright?"
"You suck at this," he said side glancing me.
"Having prisoners?" I asked and he nodded. "No, I don't. You're just a special case. The real prison is downstairs. That's where all your buddies that think they can come into my territory will end up. Feel free to reach out and congratulate them on being dumb,"
"How old are you?" he asked.
"How old are you?" I shot back.
"I'm twenty," he answered. I looked over at Jeremy who just shook his head.
"I'm seventeen," I answered. "I'll be eighteen in September,"
"f**k," he said smacking his head on the wall. "You're a kid,"
"Not anymore. I have you to thank for that,"
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