The Boy in the Woods (boyxboy)

Chapter 19

Yuki's POV

You know the most annoying thing about being pregnant with animalistic instincts? Those animalistic instincts make overprotective mates seem much more logical in the heat of the moment.

I told myself I'd talk Damian and Galen out of trapping me with the "women and children" (more like men and women who didn't want to fight and the children, but whatever) in the basement of the pack house where the creepy cages were. Luckily, the pack only moved in recently, so there weren't any prisoners, and there was more room for most of the pack.

Back on topic, I did not talk Damian and Galen out of trapping my in the basement with the men and women who didn't want to fight and the children. They used their stupid kisses and loving touches to convince me and my instincts that staying down here is best for my baby.

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1 hour earlier
"What if you get shot while running around? Or even bumping you wrong! I wouldn't be able to handle it if you or the baby got hurt, Yuki, please. Just listen to us. You'd be the last defense if a hunter decided to use a hostage to get at us while we attack. We can only trust you with this," Galen pleaded, his hand stroking my cheek in that way that makes my heart jump unevenly in my chest. The chaos of the pack rushing around us as the packed into the basement in the early hours of the morning faded to the back of my mind at the contact of my mates.

Damian pressed up behind me, his hands wrapping around my waist and stoking my flat stomach where our child slept. He nosed my neck and I leaned it to the side to give him access. "Please?" He murmured, ever so softly. The emotion in his voice made my eyes tear up at the love I felt after living years in the forest with only the animals as my company ever since my master.

I sighed and let Galen kiss me gently on my lips. I opened my mouth and let his tongue in, exhaling the tenseness in my body as he explored my mouth. His grip on my face tightened slightly as the kiss deepened and Damian pressed harder from behind.

"Boys," I heard Vizin—Dad, he said to call him—warn from somewhere behind us. My mates backed off and I closed my eyes in defeat.

"Fine," I murmur. I felt twin sighs from both sides of me. "You can't die. Or get hurt. It's not allowed." Galen chuckles and kisses my forehead. Damian tilts my head to peck me on my mouth before pulling back. "I'm not kidding." I feel my eyebrows furrow and my lips fall into a pout.

"We know you're not. We'll be careful," Damian reassures.

"Let's go. It's time," Dad calls out.
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Angry at myself for succumbing to their charms, I kick the wall of the basement nearest to me, startling the man next to it. Just as I spin around to sit down, a loud clanging of metal startled me. With my tail snapping to and fro, I jerk into a crouched stance, ears alert to check for enemies who might've gotten through the door. Everybody around me just looks annoyed, so I relax my posture.

"I'm done! I'm fucking done!" A feminine voice screams, "One you of useless fuckers better come and help me or so help me Goddess I will tear—" I follow to noise to the second row of cells, surprised to see the woman from a while ago, whose child was killed—Anna or something—clinging to the bars like the monkeys on the animal channel Sammy showed me. She's using her entire body weight and is viciously jerking her weight around trying to open the door to get out the cell. I walk up to her and watch as she releases the bars, falling to the ground with a grunt. She doesn't look very good. Her blonde hair is greasy and stingy, she has bags under eyes, and I can smell her positively ripe scent emanating from her body. She looks up with a glare as I approach.