Luna for the Wrong Pack ('Luna' #2)

Chapter 11

I started regaining consciousness slowly to hear my ex father/kidnapper talking to an unfamiliar male voice.  I decided to keep quiet and act as if I still wasn't awake. Maybe this could come to my advantage.

The men walked closer to me and suddenly I was being picked up by unfamiliar hands.

"We can't dispose of her, we have their weak point now. Torture will be a consummate way to hurt them and punish her." The man I didn't recognize said.

"But if we don't dispose of her, they could find her, take her. They might have a tracker with them for all we know!" Marcus said. I can't believe he raised me and now he wants me dead.

"Trust me, they wont get her. There's no way if they did find her to get her out, alive that is."  The other man said, I'm guessing this was Marcus's boss.

"Yes sir, who will be doing her punishing?" Marcus asked.

"Foster." The man said and I heard footsteps to follow that slowly faded away, slightly sounding like they went up stairs, then a door slammed. I winced at the noise before slowly opening my eyes to my surroundings. I couldn't see anything, it was to dark. I was tied to a chair though so maybe I could burn my way out. Carefully I focused on the ropes around my wrists being burnt away. I felt a scorching pain in my wrists from the fire and tried to pull my wrists apart as I put out the fire.

Nothing, just more burning. Somehow the rope had survived my flames. The only way that would be possible is if they used ...

Wolfsbane.

I pulled at my arms, trying to pull them apart, but it only burned more and more until I could feel blood trickeling from my wrists down my hands and dripping off my finger tips. It's impossible, I'll never get out. 

I hung my head and a singly tear fell and trickled down my cheek just as the door was thrown open and light flooded into the room. I winced at the sudden amount of light and squinted my eyes to see who was standing there, but I could only make out the outline of a man. I closed my eyes and ducked my head as he closed the door behind him and made his way down the stairs. When he got to the bottom he flipped a light switch the made an over head fan come on and the light attached dimly lit the room.

Suddenly something flet off, like Sam was in the room. But he wasn't he was probably still at home waiting for me to return from the woods. But I never would.

The man, who really was just a boy a little older than me, let out a low growl and in seconds was next to me. I felt his gaze on me and I shivered, looking down at my feet. I need to seem small, innocent.

He flipped my hair off of my neck and ran his fingers over the side of my neck down my colar bone then back up to my mark. It burned, having someone else tough my mark, but it would be nothing compared to the rest of my punishment, I was sure.

Suddenly he growled again and yanked me up from the chair by my arm, I winced at his claws digging into my skin.

"You .. let him mark you?!" He growled at me while visiously shaking me until I was forced to look up at him. I gasped and small tears built up in my eyes.

He was brilliant, like Sam. He had short brown hair and the brightest lime green eyes ever seen. He wore a tight fitted shirt that showed off the muscles in his arms.

I sat there gasping for air like a fish out of water. I felt like he was my mate, but I still had Sam! There was no way to have both, so how could I be attracted to him?

Thoughts swirled through my mind and left me in a gaze, that before I could recover from I found lips harshly pressed against my own. Without thinking a moan slipped away from me and Foster growled in approval. What am I doing!?

Suddenly I was numb again, paralyzed in his arms. I just stood there and let him go, tuneing myself out from the world.

I felt him reach behind me and undo the rope from my wrists. I looked down at his hands, covered in my blood and burnt from touching the rope. He kept kissing me, pulling me closer and closer to him until I was pressed firmly against his chest. Then suddenly he stopped and untied my ankles before scooping me up bridal style. I yelped from the sudden movement and clung to him. He pressed one of his palms to my cheek and suddenly I couldn't see him, I couldn't see me either but somehow we were moving and I could still feel him clinging to me while we moved.

"Stay quiet, everythings going to be okay." He cooed in my ear before opening the door and running through a white room with people chained in cells everywhere, prisoners. We ran past guards but none of them looked at us and tried to stop us, they couldnt see us either.

Then he slipped through a door unnoticed and we were outside. We were free.

He ran with me in his arms for miles before we slowly seeped into vision again and he stopped, in the middle of a forest, putting me down on my feet sotfly before pulling me into a bone crushing hug.

I felt safe with him, but he was the one asigned to torture me.. how was that possible? And how was it possible to have another mate?

"Go to sleep kitten you need to get the wolfsbane out of your system and we need to move tomorrow. I'll keep you safe." He purred as he picked me up and laid me down next to him between two tree roots, his arms wrapped around me, I burried my face in his chest and fell asleep to the sound of his heart.

I could worry about everything tomorrow, he saved me from my own death.

I can trust him. 

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PLOT TWIST. I seriously am not that sure where I'm going with this yet so hang on. I have a few Ideas. It'll be good don't worry.

And don't hate me too please. I love you remember. And thank you all for those nice comments on that note I posted I really needed it so I hope you all enjoy this chapter, its for yall! Haha ok I'm done rambling.

Byee

Annagrace