Page 35 of Pretty Little Prey
The men had locked her away. Like a pet.I don’t think so, Luna thought to herself.
The first skill she learned on the run from a wolf pack: how to pick locks.
A few wiggles and aclick. Boom. Freedom.
Luna snuck away from the bedroom the men had locked her in to sleep for the night.No sleep for me.
The cabin was pitch black, just like the night sky outside. Through the windows, trees blocked the moonlight, leaving everything…extremely dark. She tiptoed, praying not to run into anything and make a noise.
She needed to get out of there. Now.
Not only did the four predator alpha males know what she was, but the vampire had said she was days away from going into heat. If she went into heat around them…she would have no choice but to throw herself all over them.
How would it be any different from what you let them do to you already? She had let Bastille touch her, the vampire feed from her, the werewolf…devour her.
She pressed a palm to her forehead.
Predators werekillers. Now that they knew she was a prey, they would kill her.
What if these men are different?She shook herself.One orgasm and you want to trust them?Weak. She hated feeling this weak. Predators did this to prey: made it easy to feel you could lean on them, trust them.Then, they slaughter your family for sport.
And yet, she let awolf-shifterlick her to orgasm.Damn it.
Wolf packs knew each other. There was a chance Kobe knew Rohan. A chance they were friends. Or related. She fought off the wave of nausea.
She had to escape them before she went into heat and became mindless to her hormones, begging for them to touch her and fill her with their cocks—stop thinking about their penises!
Predators were not meant to be with prey. A pair like that would always end in death. And Luna had not worked so hard for so many years to survive, just to throw away her life on some alpha shifters.
A muffled male voice rang out through the office door, which Luna slinked past in the dark hallway, unbeknownst to her abductors. “Prey shifters have been hunted for centuries,” one of them said. “How could she even be alive? Sheep don’t have any abilities. No protective instincts.”
“And you’re sure she is a lamb shifter?” Another male voice. Bastille.
“Tasted like lamb chops,” Nikolai—it had to be the vampire—commented.
Lamb chops?Asshole. She paused to listen to their conversation but knew the longer she listened, the higher her chances of getting caught before she could escape.Just one more minute, in case they say something relevant.
“She said someone was after her.”
“Maybe a farmer?”
She frowned. A farmer? Was that a joke?
“Farms have been forbidden for years,” Bastille said.
Were they talking about a farm for prey shifters?
“Last I heard, there was one, close to the border, working on a serum to, well, to…”
There was a short silence. Luna held her breath.
“What?” Bastille demanded.
“A serum to increase obedience in prey. Basically, it makes them shift or do whatever they are told. Like shifter slaves.”
Hair stood up on the back of Luna’s neck. Someone—a “farmer”—was collecting prey shifters and injecting them with a brainwashing serum?
So, Rohan will now beco-starringin my nightmares.
