I wake with a start. Sitting straight up in bed. Ready to attack. I growl, baring my teeth. Then, realising there was nothing in the room I run my hands through my hair and turn to the sleeping alpha beside me. My alpha. Mine? How did this happen? Why didn't I stop it? 

"Because you didn't want to..." A little voice in my head said. My eyes gaze around the room. Not seeing anything at all as my mind rushes with unexplained thoughts. My heart racing. I never wanted to belong to anyone...

"Until now..." the voice teased. I groan as it snickers. Sliding out of bed, I pull on a shirt and walk to the kitchen for a glass of water. Maybe that would cool my thoughts and raging hormones. 

"Unlikely..."

"Shut up" I growl back. Trying to ignore it. But, it was impossible. I felt warm, feverish even. I checked my temperature, desperately trying to find something wrong with me to explain why I've suddenly lost my mind, my virtue and my freedom all in one night. 

"You love him." The voice stated. It's voice soft and tender. Surprising myself I test out the words before I take a sip of my water. "I love him." 

Oh god, I did. My head swam and my body heated up to a million just by thinking about him or sniffing his intoxicating scent. Last night had been amazing. It was better than what I had imagined or could've hoped for. I smile, remembering the gentleness of his touch and the light in his golden eyes as he asked me to be his. I'd agreed without hesitation. Come to think of it, I couldn't imagine myself with anyone else. For once, I was happy and that terrified me. Happiness comes at a cost. Sooner or later. 

Taking another small drink of my water, I pour the rest out and turn to head back to bed. But a scent gives me pause. OneI knew well, and one I hated. 

"Kerrigan." 

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Rushing back to the bedroom, I threw a rolled up sock at Knox and slid on my jean shorts. With a grunt and roar, he shoots to his feet. Glaring at me, obviously thinking I was an attacker. He sniffs the air and goes still. I nod, holding my finger to my lips. Indicating for him to be quiet. In silence, we dress. Quickly, slipping on our shoes and heading out of the door to peek around the corner of the trailer. There he was. The slimy bastard. 

He stood in an Armani, navy suit. A hand in his pocket while the other gave out orders to his pack members. More like slaves. Narrowing my eyes, I watch beside Knox. His hand holding mine. his body in front of mine, blocking my view. I try to peer over his large shoulder to see. A large group of Kerrigan's followers began to spread out. Sniffing the air. Hunting us down like dogs. I look around the area, trying to think of a way to wake up the others without alerting the little fuckers where we are. 

Tapping his shoulder, Knox turns to me. Eyeing me sceptically as I share my idea with him through hand signs. He shakes his head. Not happy with the fact I'd be alone. Growling softly, I narrow my eyes. He raises his brows, mouthing the word "No." 

Huffing, I stand. Launching myself into the air. Climbing up the side of the trailer to crouch onto the roof. Before Knox can protest, I run on all fours and thrust myself forward onto the trailer next to it. Catching my breath I peer over the edge. Watching as Kerrigan's men move closer and closer towards Knox and his trailer. Jumping over to the end trailer I brace myself and howl. A howl loud and long enough to wake the rest of the pack. 

Howls came back to me in force and I grin. Seeing the smart arse smirk on Kerrigan's plastic face melt. I lower myself onto my belly and peek up. Watching as the wolves closest to Knox began to come back. Towards me. I see Knox quickly scurry, unseen, towards Sissy's trailer. Perfect. So far, so good. As soon as the women and children were safe we could take them out. 

"Or die horrific and painful deaths..." shot the voice. I was really starting to hate my own brain.