The Forced Mate REWRITTEN (The Triple Mate Book 1)

Grey

Darkness. It's everywhere, some places not as much, but darkness is everywhere.

Right now it's in a trunk. Specifically, the trunk I'm tied up in. My wrists burn from trying to untie the knots, I know your probably thinking, why can't she get out? Well, the ropes are laced with silver, one of a werewolf's weaknesses.

'You never should have ran' a voice mocks me.

Well, too late now. No help is going to come, why would it? This may be too early in my life, but you know what? I hope they kill me, I wouldn't be a burden anymore. Ryker could get any girl he wants, make her queen. My parents would only have to worry about my brother and he wouldn't even have to worry about me either. Hey, Indie would just have to worry about Nuka. How great would life be then?

Probably the best.

I close my eyes as a single tear falls down my cheek and rolls to the carpet. Wait, what's touching my leg?

I look down and scream even harder, there is a dead body not even a foot from me. How did I not notice this before? Oh right, I was being depressed little oh me. The dead man's hand is touching my leg, he looks blue. He also looks to be around his twenties. He's wearing a grey plaid shirt and jeans. Wait a minute...

Is that a name tag?

Oh my gosh, it is! I squint to read the print,

'Barry Grey
ROYAL INDUSTRIES'

He worked for Ryker? Your most likely confused, wait and I'll explain. Since the humans don't know of o ur existence then we had to show how we become rich or else we raise suspicion, right? Well, the royals started the company as a way to prove why they are so rich. Do you get it? Well, if not I'm sorry.

All of a sudden the car comes to a screeching stop. I slam into the dead man's body, hard.

"That's going to leave a bruise." I wheeze I out from lack of breath.

Hey, maybe someone can here me now.

"Help! Please! Somebody, anybody, please help!"

I hear shouts and loud bangs as if someone is playing their music too loud.

About five minutes later the shouting and banging stops and the trunk cracks open. A familiar face blocks my veiw of the sky, I'm okay with that.

I smile "Ryker."

I breathe softly as he lifts me in his arms and starts towards another car. I hate it, but I start to cry.

"Ryker? I'm so sorry I left." I try to snuggle close to him, but it's really hard with your hands tied up. He grunts as his answer. "Will you forgive me?"

He blinks at me and shrugs. That only makes me sob harder. "Can you do me a favor?"

He thinks it over, he nods and agrees.

"Kill me."

The breath is squeezed out of me as he pulls me tight against him.

"What," he looks at me with hurt and pain in his eyes. "Why would you ask that?" He starts taking short breaths, crap. Signs of a panic attack make its way through him. Short breaths, frantic movements, and the need to seperated yourself from everyone.

I grab his cheek and kiss it. He pauses, confused.

"You need to let me go."

"Never."