Page 4 of Stolen By the Alpha Hunter
He’s taking me.
No no no!
I throw my whole body into the fight. My elbow slams back into solid muscle, a strangled grunt breaking from his throat. His grip loosens—just for a second—and I’m up in that moment. I rip free, half stumbling, half-falling back toward the fence and opening my mouth to scream?—
A hand covers my mouth and pulls me back against a hard, huge, human body.
“Shut up,” he snarls into my ear, breath hot against my neck. My traitorous body melts at his touch, at the press of his muscular thighs against the backs of mine. He’s naked, just shifted—and I want to see, I want to feel, I want to touch?—
“Stay still and I won’t hurt you,” he growls.
My eyes dart to up and to the side and I finally see him in his human form: a huge, tan man with jet black messy hair, a scruff of five o’clock shadow, and impossibly bright blue-green eyes. He’s breathing hard, bare shoulders heaving, his chest streaked with dirt from the fight…and with blood.
My blood.
“What’s stopping you, Javi?” another voice says from behind him. “Fucking knock her out?—”
“She’s burning up,” my attacker mutters.
“She’s in heat, you idiot,” the other man growls. “You going to stand there sniffing her all day or get your damn job done?”
I’m not in heat—I shouldn’t be, anyway. The full moon is still a few days out and the only other reason I would go into heat would be if my mate…
Oh, God.
My stomach flips, nausea and something hotter, sweeter, sharper rolling through me all at once. No, no, no.
Not him.
Not now.
Something breaks open in me, something deep and desperate that should not exist. I shouldn’t want this; I don’t want this.
But I feel him.
The weight of his body. The hard, massive press of his chest against my back. The way he’s holding me in place, like he needs me to stay right there.
The other man comes around in front of me, and my eyes go wide as I see the sharp, vicious needle in his hand. I try to scramble away, but the alpha’s body is hard and unmovinng behind me.
The needle goes in.
I gasp, the pain jolting me, but the drug is already spreading, cold and slow, numbing my limbs even as my heart hammers in protest. I try to move—to run, to fight—but my body won’t listen.
A shudder wracks through me as the heat that had been building in my blood turns to ice. My legs buckle, but before I can crumple, his arms tighten around me. The alpha curses under his breath, adjusting his grip, one arm looping under my knees, the other bracing my back. Holding me.
My breath hitches.
His chest is hot. Solid. My head lolls against it, too heavy for me to lift. I can’t think, can’t breathe, even as I want nothing more than to bury my face against his skin and finally, finally scent him.
I am not afraid.
I should be…but I’m not.
The last thing I hear before the darkness takes me is his voice, rough, raw, shaking in a way that makes no sense at all.
“Her scent…I don’t know if I can do this, Boyd.”
And then?
