Claire awoke slowly, her head aching and her throat sore. Immediately she tried to move, to sit up. But it was pointless. Her body was too weak, still affected by whatever had made her unconscious.
Probably chloroform.
As she lay there, the memories of her brother's birthday came back to her. She had been kidnapped...
Claire looked around, trying to gauge where she was. It was a living room, with a fire place in the corner and a large rug covering the wooden floor boards. Next to her was an oak desk and behind it a wall of book cases filled with books.
Slowly she rose from the couch, using the arm rests for support as she looked for signs of immediate danger... of him. The room was barren, but she did notice a large oak door opposite a hallway.
Her ankle was in agony as she made her way slowly toward the door. Turning the handle it didn't budge.
Reluctantly, she turned around and slowly made her way down the hallway to a large bedroom that smelt strongly of her captors scent.
An alpha's scent.
Claire rubbed her forehead, trying to remember more of what had happened. The rogues had invaded their territory and someone had picked her up and drugged her... her mate. An alpha... of rogues?
His bedroom had a huge king sized bed with black satin sheets that hadn't been made. Behind it were two windows that were locked, looking onto a large field and a forest beyond that. But even if they were unlocked, the bedroom was on the third story of what was probably the rogue pack house.
Reluctantly Claire realized that this place would be difficult to escape from as she could hear some movement below her.
On the far left of the bedroom was the ensuite, and as Claire entered she stopped to stare at her haggard appearance in the mirror. Dirt covered her face and the once exquisite dress that she wore. Leaning forward to inspect the ripped fabric on the shoulder of her dress, sharp pains jolted through her ankle again. Tears welled in Claire's eyes as she stared at her reflection. How could this have happened to her? And why?
Claire listened for any movement in the house, but couldn't really hear anything.
Breathing out a sigh of defeat, Claire decided to have a shower. After all, she felt filthy and sore, and the hot water would soothe her muscles and ease her tension.
Taking off her dress she made her way slowly toward the shower. Her wolf whimpered as she tried to use her ankle.
Once in, the hot water felt amazing as it rushed down her body. And for a few moments as she bathed, Claire forgot where she was.
*** Tyler's point of view ***
Tyler stormed down the hallway and into his room, slamming the door behind him. Although distracted by his thoughts, the first thing he noticed was that his mate was no longer on the makeshift bed he had made for her on the couch.
He made his way down the short hallway toward his bed and bathroom were he could hear the shower running. Three years ago Tyler had renovated his room so that his actual bed was separated by a living room and closet for added privacy. Although he loved his pack, they had a bad habit of walking in unannounced and his past lovers had not appreciated it, nor had he.
Entering his bedroom Tyler could see that Claire had not closed the door entirely, and had a great view of the water flowing over her luscious curves.
His body responded instantly, warmth spreading through him, heightening his senses. Her smell was amazing, intoxicating, like nothing he had experienced before.
Claire turned the faucet off and stepped out of the shower. The delicious curve of her hips and breasts made him hard, his nature driving him to go in there and mate with her right now.
He could not believe that he had found his mate after all this time. At 28 years of age he had begun to lose hope. With a grimace, he cursed fate that his mate was the daughter of alpha Kaiser - the person he most despised and wished death upon.
As Tyler watched Claire make her way towards the towels, she began to stumble and fall. Without hesitation, Tyler rushed forward to catch her.
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Kidnapped By An Alpha
Werewolf"You are mine little one". "I will never be yours", Claire spat. The rogue alpha laughed. "Oh Claire, you already are". Tyler sauntered forward like a predator toward its prey. He could do anything to her, and that terrified Claire as she trembled...
