Page 35 of Act of Command

He was about to say more but he heard men approaching. “Guards are coming.”

She gasped. “Lie down and I’ll lay the chains on your wrists and ankles. They won’t know you’re undone.”

He admired her creative thinking, but that wouldn’t work. The guards would see the door was pried open and they’d know she wasn’t strong enough to do it. He lifted his mate and ran with her to one of the glass cells to the side in the infirmary that seemed to double as a lab. He’d seen cells like them before and knew they were sturdy. He selected the one closest to the entrance of the infirmary, but off to the right. If he was right, and he hoped he was, the glass that was there was built to withstand a supernatural trying to break free from it and that meant, it was bullet proof.

He placed Mae on her feet within the small cell and stepped out, into the open area of the infirmary, shutting the door to her cell, but not locking it. She stared wide-eyed at him, shock on her face. “Mae, stay there.”

“Why put me in here?”

He sighed. “Love, its safest for you there. I’m right here. I just need to be sure you’re safe and well while I deal with the threat coming.”

Corbin twisted and put his back to the clear cell wall, hoping the guards would enter the infirmary to see what had happened and not just start firing weapons through the pried open doors. The men’s chatter ended and one stepped into the open area of the infirmary, weapon drawn.

Corbin disarmed him with ease and struck him in the back of the head with the butt of his weapon. He made a move to grab the other guard through the opening, but the man reared back and punched an alarm on the wall before aiming at Corbin. Sirens went off and white lights flashed through the building. Every guard in the place would respond.

Ducking back, Corbin stayed out of the line of fire, but the counter full of chemicals towards the back of the large infirmary, was not as lucky. Vials broke and smoke filled the room, the fumes causing his eyes, nose and throat to burn. He’d seen enough lab accidents lately back at headquarters to know how dangerous fumes could be. They filled the entire area, flooding the adjacent cells as well. He didn’t care about himself. His only worry was his mate.

Mae!

Corbin ran at the cell he’d put her in for safekeeping. He could barely see his hand before his face with all the fumes and smoke and knew she wouldn’t be able to see anything. The sound of gunfire increased and Corbin strongly suspected more than one guard was now in the laboratory. A bullet whizzed past his head, narrowly missing him, but going right at the cell Mae was in. He heard the impact of it against the glass and the ricochet. Additional gunfire sounded around him, all aimed in his direction as he fumbled for the door to the cell. He knew the guards were just laying down fire, unsure where he was with all the fumes and smoke. The problem was, their attempt to cover the room in bullets meant they were also firing at Mae. Even though she was behind glass that didn’t mean she was safe.

As the sound of the cell glass cracking filled Corbin’s head, fear gripped him. The glass door gave way under his touch, shattering to the floor. Corbin leapt into the cell. “Mae!”

He couldn’t find her; the smoke was too thick. It choked him and he stumbled forward, his arms out as he searched frantically for his mate. “M-Mae!”

No response.

He took another step forward, his boot connecting with something, causing him to nearly trip. When he realized it was a body, his lion surged, wanting up. He bent, touching the lump on the floor. He felt it then and realized it was indeed his woman.

His wife.

And she wasn’t moving.

He smelled blood and everything on him shut off. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off his lion and he didn’t care. They’d done this to his mate. They’d hurt her. They’d die.

With a roar he stood and spun, stepping through the broken glass, his focus on the guards in the large infirmary with him. He let his lion up. Let it take control and he lunged at them.

Chapter Fifteen

Brad paced the cell, his body on edge. They’d taken Mae hours ago and he’d not seen anyone since. He’d seen many women come and go since he’d been taken. For a while he’d desensitized himself from it all, but Mae had changed that for him. He felt a strange friendship forming with her. It wasn’t sexual, but he did care about her and her well-being.

He heard footsteps and then smelled one of the guards. He smelled something else too. Strawberries and mint? What a strange combination. His wolf took notice of the scent as well, wanting to know the source.

Brad looked through the display window into Mae’s cell as the door to her room opened. It wasn’t Mae who entered. A leggy redhead staggered in, turning to glare at the guard near her.

“Hey, I told you that Ezra said to bring you to this cell,” the man said. “Stop looking at me like you want to rip my nuts off.”

“Oh, I do,” she snapped, her voice making Brad’s cock stir. “I want to spoon feed them to you, asshole.”

The guard nodded. “I know. Crazy bitch.”

He shut the cell door and the woman folded her arms under her large breasts.

“Dick!”

Brad grinned, liking her fire.

She looked around the cell and froze when she turned to see the window between the cells. Her brows met. “Who are you?”

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