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Ravished by the Beasts Forty-Nine
IsobelleIt was the first time in a long while that I woke before sunrise. I felt energized, super-charged, and more alive than ever. Stretching my arms with a yawn, I expected to knock against one or two other bodies . . . but all I found was a cold, empty bed.That startled me, forcing me to bolt upright, finding nothing but a quiet, peaceful bedroom shrouded in darkness. I strained to listen, hoping to hear bickering coming from the living room, boisterous banter in the kitchen, even a belch or a fart in the bathroom . . . but nothing. Nothing but painstaking silence festered throughout the cabin.Confused by this, I flung back the sheets and searched for my men. The events of last night replayed a continuous loop in my head. There was plenty for us to talk about. We had things to discuss and a lot of planning to do for the baby. A mixture of fear and excitement wrestled for dominance, neither winning, both equally matched.“Alex. Grayson. Lucas. Mason. Where are you?” I called out
Ravished by the Beasts Fifty
Isobelle I should have known. I should have been able to spot all the signs. They were there all along, staring me right in the face all this time. My grandfather’s eyes changed color whenever he got angry, just like the quads. I was convinced I heard him growl on several occasions. My grandma used to joke about the full moon affecting his mood swings, but I thought she was being facetious. He used to disappear for days on end, only to come back with his clothing in tatters and covered in dirt. Nan told us he enjoyed one tipple too many at the Royal British Legion, and that he would wander off in a drunken stupor. These things seemed so trivial as I was growing up, witnessing them occurring time and time again, so often, I had taken them all for granted.There was a long pause on the other end of the line before Mum spoke, “I’m so sorry, Izzy. Can you ever forgive me?”Could I forgive her? Right now, I want to throw a bloody tantrum. How could she keep something like this from me?My
Ravished by the Beasts Fifty-One
IsobelleThere had to be something in the cabin I could use to defend myself with — one of Alex’s butcher’s knives, a meat cleaver, or a heavy-weighted rolling pin. Maybe Lucas had a lump-hammer in his shed, or maybe I would fall lucky and stumble across a secret room with a stash of weapons.My mind was still reeling, knowing that Peter Munroe wasn’t the good guy I thought he was. He sure had me fooled with the whole nerdy professor act, spinning me tales about living with his grandmother and their cute little Chihuahua. How long had he been keeping tabs on me? Did he put two and two together and come up with quads? Did he connect the dots all by himself, or did he eavesdrop on the gossipers that day in the coffee shop?So, that's why he wanted a blood sample from me. What a cunt!A loud rasping knock on the door scared me shitless and I clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle a scream. But then the ending credits to Shifter Valley rolled and my face contorted with horror.Shit . . .
Ravished by the Beasts Fifty-Two
IsobelleAustin and I followed the hunters through the forest like we were stalking a prize kill. Owls hooted and bats fluttered from tree to tree as if to muffle our footsteps. Even the moonlight played a part, spilling its ghostly fingers through the mosaic of branches to light the way.Oh my God, I feel sick with nerves.Shifters hunting down hunters. The irony was almost laughable. Not that I was skilled in the art of combat or anything, but I learned the basics of how to defend myself from my dad. Austin was acting upon his instincts, using the scents and sounds to guide us through the eerie forest. Don't ask me how, but I felt my husbands close by. I wasn't stupid enough to call out to them and announce our presence. For all I knew, they had been luring the hunters away from our home, from me, and our unborn pup.If only I could communicate with them, they could tell me what to do. What was I supposed to do? What if I only make things worse?They don’t know Peter Munroe is a two
Ravished by the Beasts Fifty-Three
Isobelle“What do we have here?” a hunter spoke, pleased with his discovery.I snatched in a shocked gasp, my eyes round with alarm. The metaphorical dollar signs were practically rolling in his eyes as if he had just hit the jackpot.“Isobelle! No!” It was Grayson who yelled this time.Sweat seeped from my pores, soaking into my clothing, and making it stick to my body. I expected to be yanked into the abyss of death at any moment, feeling the stab of a gun barrel against my head. Instead, the hunter slapped his palm against his throat as if he was swatting a mosquito away, then collapsed to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Lucky for me, my Ranger friend was a better shot than he was.Austin Rayne! I could bloody kiss you!Grayson punched his fist through a hunter’s rib cage and yanked out his heart. It pulsed twice before Grayson crushed it. Alex sent one rearing back with a sickening roundhouse kick, his muscles flexing and rolling with the fluid motion. Through my bleary eyes,
Ravished by the Beasts Fifty-Four
IsobelleAustin lopped towards us, followed by Grayson and an injured Mason. Lucas sprinted back; he was bearing Austin’s discarded belt in his jaws, and he dumped it onto the floor by Alex’s feet. Alex stooped to retrieve it and used it as a tourniquet to stem the bleeding. My eyes beseech him to look at me as he worked, but he stubbornly resisted.Is he really that mad at me?I turned my attention to my injured husband, needing reassurance that he was okay. “What about Mason? He's hurt too.”My stab wound had already knitted together, but Mason's injury was bleeding out.“They shot him with a Silvertip,” Grayson said panting, his brow set into a concerned grimace. “Alex dug out the bullet, but there's still some shrapnel embedded in the wound.”Austin licked his injured shoulder, making us aware that he’d been shot too."Hurry! Everybody take cover,” Grayson urged, pointing toward a deep trench in the ground.We scrambled into the pit to seek shelter from the blitz. Grayson and Alex
Ravished by the Beasts Fifty-Five
Isobelle"How do I look?" I tried to say, but I sounded like a yapping dog.Grayson didn't seem to understand what I was trying to convey, and I found that so frustrating.What if I'm stuck like this forever?"Look at you." Grayson smiled as he ruffled my fur.Yeah, just look at me."I wish I could hear your thoughts," he added, with a sigh.If he could read my mind, he would know how worried I was about Alex and Mason. Mostly about Alex because he was in such a terrible state."But as soon as Alpha Alec gets here, you'll be able to link with the rest of us. Just think of it as joining a huge group chat," he made a light-hearted joke which was so typical of Grayson.The sound of howling carried through the night and my ears flattened to the sides of my head. Grayson glanced around like a protective parent checking the shadows for any trace of monsters."The hunters are gone," he assured. "Alpha won't be much longer."Great! Now I must face a Lycanthrope.Grayson took a seat on a moss-
Ravished by the Beasts Fifty-Six
IsobelleI ran my fingers along the side of Mason's face, tracing the outline of his jaw. How could he be aroused at a time like this? Grayson and Lucas had gone to check on Alex. They could walk in on us at any second.We can't fool around on the sofa. He's hurt, for goodness’ sake.“On a serious note, I was worried sick about you all,” I told him, feeling crushed with guilt. “If I had just stayed home like I was supposed to, maybe none of this would have happened.”Mason sighed a frail smile. “Let’s just leave the past behind us and focus on our future. Our family is growing. We’re going to be so happy living our best lives, nothing else will matter.”His lazy tone put me at ease. Mason's laid-back attitude and the provocative look in his eyes suggested one thing — he was horny, and he wanted some pussy action.“Yeah, you're right,” I agreed with him, trying my best to ignore the tent in his pants and erase the idea of sex from my mind.Severed head. Dead dogs. Lying mothers, and hu
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