Page 2 of Lycan King's Captives
“Mm, I smell fresh meat,” a voice sneers beside me, and my feet falter. Looking upward, I gaze into the eyes of a man who sends my blood cold. Werewolf. His leering gaze roams over me, and I suck in a breath.
“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here? Want to meet my pack? I know they’d love to play with you,” he purrs, and I gasp, stumbling back. His eyes sparkle and flicker at the movement as he stalks me.
“Run, little girl, nothing I love more than a good chase,” he threatens when a hand grips my arm; I’m ripped away from the man and turned to face another. Only this man, I recognize. Toby! My boss.
Toby is in his mid-twenties and drop-dead gorgeous. I’ve always secretly had a crush on him, not that I ever let that be known or would dare to. He glares at me with his pale blue eyes lined with thick, long lashes, his blond hair falling into his eyes. Then he jabs me in the chest with his finger.
“Sienna, what the fuck are you doing here?” he growls at me. He is a Lycan, which is vastly different from a werewolf. They’re stronger, faster, and deadlier; nevertheless, Toby is actually a decent guy.
“I was trying to get to Tasha’s,” I tell him as he moves to pull me inside the club.
“You shouldn’t be out after dark!” he growls at me angrily when the werewolf man grabs my arm.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he purrs, and Toby spins around. A threatening growl leaves him, and the man backs up with his hands raised.
“Touch one of my employees again, and I will fucking skin you alive,” Toby tells him.
“Woah, sorry, bro. Didn’t realize,” the man stammers. Toby drapes his arm across my shoulders, tugging me inside. Many eyes are cast our way as he leads me inside the club and toward his office. They drop their gazes quickly after one growl from Toby. When we reach the back of the club, the music slowly begins to drown out, and I glance over my shoulder when we stop. He stuffs me inside his office, and I back up when he growls menacingly. The door slams loudly behind us, and he twists the lock into place.
“Are you suicidal? You know better than to be on the main drag, Sienna!” he booms loudly. I cringe; I’ve never been in trouble with my boss, but I’ve definitely found his angry side tonight.
“Stay here, don’t leave this fucking room. I’ll try to find a cab to send you home in that doesn’t have someone who will try to God damn eat you! What were you thinking? You know better, especially with who your parents were!” he snarls angrily, shaking his head.
I flinch at the reminder. My family is famous for being traitors to the king, and I was lucky to find this place to hire me. As soon as anyone saw my ID, it was a no! No one wants to hire the child of the man and woman responsible for killing the queen’s sister. If it weren’t for my uncle, I’d be dead along with them. Luckily enough for me, he was babysitting at the time. What they did has permanently damaged my reputation, and this is precisely why I must leave this city. Toby growls when I don’t answer and snatches his cell phone off his desk. He points to the sofa, and I chew my lip.
“Can you call Tasha, please? I can’t go home.”
He eyes me for a few seconds, then tilts his head to the side. “Why not?” he demands, but I shake my head.
“Fine, I’m sending you home, then,” he tells me, and I lean back on the sofa and groan. His eyes flick to me briefly before he starts dialing the number for a cab when a knock sounds on the door.
“Crap, he’s early!”
“Who is?” I sit up in alarm, my eyes staring at the door.
“Just Mal. He owns the blood bar across the road. He’s meant to be dropping supplies off and picking up the invoice. I hate dealing with him, but my supplier is out,” he says, stalking toward the door. My eyes widen, and I remember what my uncle said earlier. Racing toward him, I grip his arm, and he looks down at me, giving me a questioning look.
“I need to hide,” I whisper, and he seems taken aback by my words. He points to the door, and I nod.
“How much does your uncle owe him now?” Toby growls angrily. I shrug, not knowing. I just know he owes him. Toby grits his teeth, and the muscle in his jaw twitches.
“Sofa now! I’ll handle it!” he snaps at me, and I stare at the heavy wooden door nervously when Toby gives me a shove toward the sofa and then points at it. I drop my gaze and wander back over to sit, wondering how much trouble I’ll be in.
He mutters something under his breath and opens the door. “Mal, you’re early,” Toby tells him, motioning for him to enter. I peer up, taking in Mal. He’s scarily handsome, and his cheekbones are so high any model would envy them. The light beard shadowing his face does little to take away from how clean-cut he looks in his immaculately tailored suit. His dark hair curls softly around the collar of his shirt as he drags his fingers through the strands. Immediately, he sniffs the air, and his dark eyes move to me, widening a bit as he takes me in.
“New toy, Toby?” he questions.
“Employee, I was about to send her home,”
“Won’t find a taxi driver this late who won’t dine on her; I can take her if you want. I recognize her scent. She is Sven’s niece. I need to speak with him about settling his debt, and I was about to head over there to pick her up, anyway.” Mal shrugs, and my heart rate picks up.
“How much does he owe this time?” Toby asks while Mal wanders around his office, gazing at the pictures on the wall.
“About eight hundred,” Mal states like it’s no big deal.
“Eight hundred? That’s it. I’ll cover it then and drop her home,” Toby tells him.
“Thousand!” Mal says, and Toby stops.
