The Alpha With No Pack

Chapter Five

Chris Hemsworth as Brett

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Kaylee Green

Allie quickly drags me into the basement, a place I've never been before. When we get down there, she closes a heavy silver hatch and locks it.

"I thought silver burned werewolves?" I ask, and she smirks.

"Not half werewolves." She replies confidently. I roll my eyes.

"That logic is... illogical." I say, giggling.

"Well, since I don't have a w-" she starts, but is cut off by something banging against the hatch. We quickly turn to the cell with a silver door. She opens it to reveal a bedroom. It has a refrigerator and bathroom.

"I'll visit you while they aren't trying to break that hatch down." She says as yet another rumble goes through the basement from either Brett or Aiden. She quickly closes the door, leaving me flustered. I sigh and sit on the turquoise sheets. Laying down, I think of the things that have happened in the past two days.

- Kayden and my dad are dead.

- I am a werewolf

- Aiden is my mate

- Two werewolves want to fûck me without mercy

Well, this situation isn't unusual or scary at all.

I get up and slowly walk over to the fridge. I pull it open and gasp. The fridge is fill with over fifty jars of...

Pickles.

Just pickles. There is nothing in the fridge except for frickin pickles.

"ALLIE!" I yell, and hear her giggle.

"Yes, madam?" She asks, still giggling.

"You know what I want!" I tell her through the door and she just keeps giggling.

"Okay!" She peeps, and I hear her footsteps fading away. All of the sudden, a wave of pain washes over me. It feels as if I just jumped into a volcano. I vaguely hear Allie coming back and move closer to the door.

"Okay, I brought some Twinkies and cucumbers!" She says and swings the door open. I quickly jump out and rush to the hatch. I pull off my sport shorts, leaving me in panties and a sports bra. I use the shorts to open the silver hatch without touching it. I emerge to see Brett sitting against the wall. He jumps up and drags me upstairs. Where his hand touches my arm, it feels as if it had just been dunked in a tub of ice cold water. He brings to his room and pushes me onto the bed, his hands roaming my body.

"BRETT!" Allie screams from downstairs. Brett greedily smashes his lips against mine, and I kiss him back just as hungrily. Every touch is like a breath of fresh air and soon, his shirt was off and he was kissing down my body. I moan at every touch, living to feel him against me. My mind is in a frenzy, knowing I should stop but not wanting to. Because if we stop, the unbearable heat will come back. I place my hands on his chest and try to touch as much of him as possible. Unfortunately, the heat comes back and I scream in pain. Where is Brett? Where did he go?