Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I look up at the nearly full moon and send up a silent prayer.
Keep Rayne safe. Please, goddess. I will do anything if you just keep her safe.
Rayne
I fight to regain consciousness.
Someone is stroking my feet. I try to kick, but find my ankles have been restrained now.
I manage to open my eyes and find Footlover at the foot of the bed, one hand stroking my bare foot, the other his dick. The stilettos are off, lying on the bed beside me.
“Rayne,” he moans when he sees I’m awake. He rubs his junk over my other bare foot.
The sight gives me a surge of adrenaline, which helps me get some feeling back into my fingers and toes.
“Get off me!” I snarl.
My indignation only seems to excite him, though. He pumps his fist harder over his cock, rolling his hips to stay in contact with my foot. He crushes my foot in his other hand.
“Ow! You’re hurting me,” I try.
“Use your toes,” he commands. “Use your toes on my balls.”
I don’t know if it’s terror or rage that makes my heat spike, but I’m suddenly burning up. I feel like puking and screaming at the same time.
Footlover pushes his finger in and out of the crevice between my big toe and second toe, and I nearly weep remembering Wilde. The way he’d sucked my toes. His tenderness with my feet.
Wilde, the guy I just broke up with.
If you would even consider us together to begin with.
Wilde, the guy I may never see again. It’s that thought that brings on a flush of grief and desperation so heavy, I’m blinded.
I fight to come back to consciousness. I fight and I fight. Somewhere, I hear a splintering pounding.
The tranquilizer must’ve had a second phase.
I don’t know how long I’m out or what I do to come back. All I know is that when I can finally see again–when objects and shapes come into focus, when I can see light and shadow and a human form–what I see doesn’t make sense. Because everything is washed in blood.
Chapter Twenty-One
Wilde
Something makes me break into a run. I trust the urge, bolting as fast as my human form can take me. I end up circling a motel. My phone is ringing, and I’m torn between answering it and–
No. No time.
Rayne is here.
I catch her scent faintly. Or maybe it’s just the memory of her scent, but I trust the sensation.
I want to shift, so I can follow the trail, but then my ears detect a sound.
A wolf snarl.
I hurl my body in its direction, slamming my shoulder against a motel door until it breaks from the frame and falls in.
It only takes me a second to understand what’s happened.
Rayne–my beautiful, sweet female–stands naked on a bloodied carpet, broken tethers around her wrists and ankles. Blood covers her face and chest. Her blue eyes are wide and frightened as she stares at the dismembered man on the floor.
The scent of blood overpowers the room but under it–oh fates. Under it is Rayne’s scent. Her new shifter scent.
And my wolf fucking howls with recognition.
I nearly drop to my knees with the awe of it, except my precious mate’s fear takes all precedence.
“Wilde?” There’s shock in her breathy voice. “What happened?”
I force myself to move slowly, to touch her gently. “You don’t know, baby?” I take her shoulders and rub them. “You don’t remember what happened?”
“No,” she wails. “I…I…did you do that?” She gestures in the direction of the body.
“You shifted, baby. Your wolf got free to defend you. You’re safe now. Your wolf took care of it.”
She shivers, and I pull her against me and wrap my arms around her. “Did I…Wilde, did I–”
“Yeah, you killed him. It’s okay, baby. You had no choice.”
My phone rings again, and I pull it out and answer Alpha Green. “I found her. She’s safe. She shifted and killed her captor. Um, we’ll need some major cleanup, though.”
“Where are you?”
“He had her at a motel.”
“Okay, get Rayne home. We’ll take care of the clean-up. Text me the address and room number.”
“Thank you, Alpha.”
I end the call. “We’re going to get you out of here. Were you wearing your clothes when you shifted?”
“Um…what?” She’s totally in shock.
I don’t see fragments of clothing hanging off her the way they do if you shift while dressed, which means she was probably naked.
That thought nearly makes me shift, the desire to further mangle the asshole on the floor’s body is so strong.
When I spot her clothes folded on the dresser, I grab them and help Rayne into them. Then I steal a wet washcloth from the motel bathroom and scoop Rayne into my arms, wiping the blood from her chin as we walk.
“What about–” She looks back over her shoulder at the body.
I set her down to lift the door and prop it back in place. “It’s okay, baby. Alpha Green wants me to get you home. They’re going to take care of the rest.”