A deal with Dorian

Jame’s POV

It had been almost 24 hours since my wife had been taken from me.

I had already shared the good news of her being alive to the pack, but I had barely slept and I had not left her room the whole time.

It still smelt like her and I wanted her presence around me while I made my rescue plans.

Lizzy had knocked on the door several times asking me to come out but I ignored her. She even brought my meals to the front of the door but I refused to open it.

How could I eat when I wasn’t sure that my Avery had eaten? Was she alright? Was she injured? Did they try to sleep with her?! I felt hot rage pile up in my throat at that thought.

No! I couldn’t let myself dwell on such thoughts, they would only make me too emotional to think clearly.

And besides, I was sure that they had not done anything sexual to her, because if they had, I would know, I would feel it through my mating bond, and it would hurt like a mother fucker.

Dread filled my gut as I imagined experi