It had all happened so fast.
Almost as soon as Tyler and his warriors' took off, Mia had grabbed Claire, dragging her back to the pack house forcefully.
She had asked many times what was going on, why Mia had suddenly become hostile, but Mia did not speak a word to her as she threw her into Alpha Tyler's room and locked her inside.
Claire guessed that her pack had come to rescue her. But she could not be sure.
With some guilt, Claire wondered if she should have tried to escape earlier so that her pack could rescue her more easily, but Claire's ankle would not have allowed her to outrun Mia or anyone else. Even now it still hurt.
Claire's stomach growled as she paced the living room, her ankle causing her to limp slightly. She hoped someone would come back soon to at least give her something to eat. She hadn't eaten all day.
After what seemed like hours Claire collapsed onto the couch in exhaustion, and almost as soon as she did, she began to feel tired and closed her eyes to rest for a while.
***
Jolting awake, the loud sound of the door being thrown open startled Claire. With a gasp, she stared in horror at Tyler, who had a menacing scowl on his face, and was covered in blood and sweat from head to toe.
But to her surprise, Tyler did not approach Claire, nor did he shut the door behind him. Nor did he walk further into his room. Instead, Tyler began to fall forward, catching himself on the wall and breathing loudly in rasping breaths.
"Tyler?" With alarm, Claire rushed forward, helping him over to the couch which he collapsed onto.
Tyler groaned as he clutched his ribs.
"Tyler are you hurt? I'll go and get some hel-"
"No!" He roared. "You will fix me," He panted, "Mate. This is your fault". His voice was laced with mocking and anger as he called her his mate.
Claire hesitated, wanting to argue, but his face contorted in pain. Claire frowned at his discomfort as she assessed his blood stained body. She couldn't tell what blood was his and what was... Red Moon pack blood.
Claire clenched her hands into small, tight fists and yelled, "Fine!", and sauntered into the bathroom. Although she hated him, there was an undeniable desire within her to ease his pain - and she was also distressed to see her mate so injured.
Claire returned with towels and a first aid kit, and placed them onto the floor beside him. Then she began to undress him, pulling his knife out to cut the clothes off his chest and assess his wounds. Tyler was slipping in and out of consciousness as she did so, growling and snarling in pain when he was conscious.
When his upper body was exposed to her, Claire noticed from the corner of her eye that Tyler's door remained wide open. For a fleeting moment, Claire contemplated leaving her mate and attempting to escape this awful place. But when Tyler let out a soft groan she looked down into his unfocused eyes. She couldn't bring herself to leave him, despite everything. And with her decision made, she began to attend to him.
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Eventually Claire managed to slow the bleeding and dress his wounds, taking in her mates' beautiful form as she did so. His arms and chest were wrapped thickly with muscle, his stomach rippled with an 8-pack. His powerful form overwhelmed Claire, and filled her with unwanted desire. The desire to explore every inch of his skin, to tend every wound, to kiss every inch...
Watching the alpha's consciousness flicker made Claire worry; so did her sexual attraction to him. How could she hate him when she was so wet with need? After watching him for a few minutes and reassuring herself that he would be fine, Claire sunk to the floor beside him and rested her head against the couch, too exhausted to think anymore about the beautiful man who was holding her captive.

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Kidnapped By An Alpha
Weerwolf"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...