False Mate, True Mate

Chapter 7

Not again. Please, not again. She'd seen his eyes as he released her ankle. His smell was appealing, she knew that, but she had seen his eyes. Another rogue is claiming me as his mate. He's even bigger than Al was.

She tried to steady her uneven breathing. Okay, I've practiced this. I know what to do. I know how to avoid angering him. Very carefully, she forced herself to calm, letting her body go limp in his arms. Al always hated when she fought him. Fighting got her hurt.

"That's it, my dear. Just relax. I'll have you home soon enough."

If she hadn't had so much practice, she'd have tensed again. Instead, she opened her eyes and looked around as he carried her down the stairs and out of the house. Slowly, others gathered around them. She saw a couple other females being carried.

In the end, there were about twenty werewolves, male and female, naked, gathered in an open area in the small community. The male holding her nodded and said, "Let's go home. We'll try to figure out where these three came from once we're there."

"Yes, Alpha!" they chorused, then all headed out. Those not carrying someone shifted to wolf. Each had a silver blade in their belts. Charging forward, the werewolves made speed through the forest.

Angelique's body barely bounced in the male rogue's arms. They were more disciplined than Al's group, and she knew she'd not escape them soon. When they arrived at a large, three story building in the middle of nowhere, she sighed slightly. No escape.

She looked about, wishing her eyes weren't damaged. There were a handful of smaller buildings around the main building. Beyond that, she noticed a few wolves around the perimeter.

Her captor strode into the main building, then paused, looking down at her. "Are you hungry?"

I haven't eaten in a few days. She nodded slightly, feeling confused. Why does he care? Then she noticed his eyes, and got more confused. Blue? But before they were yellow. I don't.... How?

He seated her at a large table. A female appeared at another door. "Cheryl, get her something to eat, and can you have George get us some clothes?"

"Yes, Alpha," the female replied, before disappearing back through the door. Shortly, she reappeared with a plate full of lasagne. "Sorry, Alpha, this is all we had handy." She set the plate down in front of Angelique, who eyed it suspiciously.

The male who smelled good huffed, then took a fork from beside the plate and ate a piece. Then he cut another piece and held it in front of her mouth. Eying him warily, she plucked the piece off the fork with her fingers and ate it.

Why so much food? I don't understand. And how did he change his eye color? Dismissing the unsettling thoughts and scent, she took a piece of the pasta from the plate with her fingers. Al didn't let her use utensils. Fortunately, the food wasn't very hot, so she didn't burn her fingers much.

She glanced at her captor again. She froze. He was frowning at her. What did I do? What did I do wrong? She waited, hand covered in sauce raised halfway to her mouth. His frown deepened. Carefully, slowly, she put the bit of food back down and tucked her hands in her lap. His frown deepened again.

She stared at her hands and waited for what was coming. I'll figure out what I did wrong later. They sat there, the food cooling in front of her, for a long period of silence. The tension was broken when a man appeared holding clothes.

"Alpha" put on some sweatpants and a tight shirt. Sneaking glances at him, she realized he was quite a bit more muscular than Alfred had been. Next, "Alpha" pulled a large shirt down over her head. Carefully she slipped her arms through the holes while it pooled over her body.

"Sorry, man, I just grabbed something to cover her. I don't think we'd have anything in her size, anyway."

"No worries, George. We'll deal with that when the time's right." His gaze shifted back to her. "For now, she needs to eat more."

Taking it as an order, she carefully picked up the piece of lasagne and ate it.