The Betrayal of My Heart

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Oliver's P.O.V.

"We're going after her, Spence." After speaking to my sister through the mind-link and finding out she is being held captive, I couldn't be anymore distraught.

"She said it's a trap Oliver. She doesn't want us to come after her."

I think I almost lost it right then and there. My best friend, someone who I thought loved my sister almost as much as I do, didn't want to rescue her?

"You don't have to come with me, Spencer. But no matter what you say, I will go and rescue her, even if that means I become a rogue."

Becoming a rogue is betraying your pack. Spencer could never let me back into our pack again if I became a rogue. But if I had to become a rogue to save my baby sister, I would. She is my only family left, I would do anything for her.

"I didn't say that, Oliver. I said she doesn't want us to come, I didn't say we wouldn't go anyway. Because we do really need to bring our little Nik home."

A wave of relief engulfed me once Spencer said that.

"How? You heard what she said, it is a trap."

"I don't know how. But we will find away. Nikki means way too fucking much for us to just toss her aside."

I knew right then that my friend would do anything for my sister because she was family. Family must stick together. Even though I knew her mind-link was cut off, I couldn't stop myself from trying to tell her, we will come for you, Nik. You fight for family.

Vincent's P.O.V.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

That's not how that encounter was supposed to go down. I was supposed to just greet her, and then forget about her while getting on to more important matters, like planning for war.

Except she got to me. I couldn't stand seeing her tied to that chair the way she was. I ordered for Simon to untie her and to lock her in a holding cell after giving her the mind-link blocking serum. She most likely had gotten a few words off to her brother and his best friend, but that's what I wanted. I wanted them to know I had her.

But did I really? Did I really want them to know I had her? Because if they know I have her, they will try to rescue her. I don't want her to taken away from me. Her questions were still haunting me. What will I do with her once this is all over? Could she be my mate?

No.

I can't think that way. She can't be my mate. She is my enemy for goodness sake. Yet, I have this undeniable pull towards her.

That pull is what is currently leading me to her holding room. I had a bedroom near mine set up for her. I made sure to coat the exits in silver so she has no chance of escape. I just couldn't even handle the thought of her in that holding cell. I hadn't visited her there yet, but I'm aware of the conditions, she deserves better. I'm on my way to bring her to her new room right now.

When I opened the door I immediately had to duck. She fucking threw a chair and was aiming for my head. I knew right then and there she was going to be a problem. One hot problem.

Fuck. There goes my mind thinking about her in a way I shouldn't be again.

Once I recovered from the chair almost hitting me, I looked up to see a smug smirk on her face. She was enjoying this a little too much. I figured if she wanted to have fun with this, why not have fun?

Two can play at this game!

Nikki's P.O.V.

I felt his hot breath on my neck, his hand on the small of back, and he just couldn't wipe that smug smirk off of his face.

Who does he think he is? He apparently was taking me to a room near his so he could keep a better eye on me. So much for my hopes of staying far away from him. The last thing I want to be is near this guy. I'm afraid of how my heart will react to his nearness because currently it is beating a mile per minute with just the simplest touch. The worst part is, I'm kind of enjoying it.

We arrived to the room, it was beautiful other than it felt like a dungeon sex room. I wonder if he actually has used this room for the dirty deed. The walls were covered in black and red Victorian wallpaper. With black wood floors, black furniture, and red silk sheets, I thought he was going to bend me over right there.

Instead he started laughing.

He came up right behind me, put both hands on my hips and lightly kissed the back of my neck. The sparks I felt from that kiss ignited me in a way I've never felt before, I couldn't hold back a moan.

"What are you thinking about?" he whispered in a deep husky voice against my neck. He kissed my neck again and I thought I was about to explode.

Moments ago I was disgusted by the thoughts of having sex in this S&M like room, but now I was so hot and bothered, I would do anything for him to relieve my frustration.

What was I thinking? I don't want this. Oh, but I do. I knew he did too. I could feel his want as he pressed his front side into my ass. That involuntarily let out another moan.

"Alpha Fiori, what are you doing?" I was breathless as I finally spoke to him for the first time since we left the holding cell.

My question must have been the key to sobering him up because right then, he was across the room in an instant. His cheeks were flushed, so I could tell he was as worked up as I was, but he still walked out that door not finishing what he started.

I don't know what came over me in those last few moments. What I do know is that if I don't find a way to get out here soon, I may just never want to get out.