Ale groaned as she was ripped from her dream world and back into reality. She opened her eyes to see Seth's face not far above her. It wore an odd expression, so Ale checked their bond. He was feeling amusement, concern, even shock and... something else.
"Are you okay? You seemed upset and were talking in your sleep.""Not even for the banker's daughter?" Beth called back in a loud voice. There was a pause, and then a scramble at the top of the wall and several guards craned their necks over the battlements to get a good look.
"Lord Delmar often attacks the heart to weaken the body," Lord Borden replied. "It's despicable, but effective. By killing your fiancé or wife, he would hope to make you easier to kill. Either through rage or despair, it matters not to him."
It was Monday again and Red got ready for her day job as soon as possible. Her mother’s voice came from the kitchen,” Do you need to really work so hard, baby?”“Yes Mom,” said Red as she was wearing her clothes. This was not a job that she liked and neither did she want to stay in it long but at least the pay was good and she could pay for her college classes. She did not wait for make up and then ran down as soon as possible as she wrapped up her hair in a neat pony tail.“Mom, we have had this discussion a lot of time,” said Red
She was sleeping thinking that why was she feeling so uncomfortable and why on earth was she not being able to move her hands or her feet. Was someone holding on her hand??Shaking her head groggily, Red fought to hold onto the darkness. She was having a nice dream; Strong, firm legs pressing open her thighs; The overwhelming smell of masculinity and pine trees; Teeth lightly grazing the tender flesh of her neck then tracing a trail down towards her pert nipple. This was pleasant enough, but Red wanted more. She needed more…she might be a virgin but she knew what her body wanted…
Veronica stared at the two shivering pups huddled together on the newspaper covered floor, not really seeing them. Grateful that, at last, they had quit whimpering and succumbed to sleep. Her plans had started to come together and for that, she was pleased. The little white pup snuggled closer to his black furred sister and Veronica held her breath. While her acquisition of the two children in front of her was serendipitous, it was also outside of what she had planned. She needed some time to fully consider her options and she would be unable to do that with two pairs of terrified eyes staring at her and constant yipping. She'd already had to clean up two 'accidents'.
With that, Veronica crossed the room and passed through the still open door. Seconds later, Jail-house entered and put a pile of clothes and covered tray just inside the door. Pulling out a mean looking flick knife, he slid the tip across the soft skin of her flaring hips, slowly tracing the outline of Red's ample curves before reaching above her head and cutting the rope suspending her from the ceiling.
"Papa said we have to be strong."
Veronica walked down the corridor, past the warren of small rectangular rooms that had been used for holding stock, archives and other various necessities of the factory. At the other side of the building was the sturdier meat cellar that she had put the girl in. Dan, she knew had taken one of the empty rooms nearer there.It dawned on her, as she approached his 'room', that it should be him coming to her. She should be summoning him. Her pack may be newly formed but there was no question in her mind, she was the Alpha. The Association had made it so. But, in her eyes, Rick and Dan seemed to be showing a distinct lack of respect. Constant questioning, having to order them twice before they'd act; An Alpha doesn't tolerate