Page 100 of His Bonded Omega Mate
Tate looked terrified at the thought of being sold.
“We’re going to move houses later today and you will take any potions I feed you,” Jared warned. “I will not have you harming yourselves or those babies by trying to escape. Try anything and I’ll keep you apart until you beg for me to end it.”
A blaring sound echoed throughout the house. “The proximity alarm! Someone’s using magic to get into the grounds!” Sven checked a screen. “There, I can’t see how many.”
Jared rose and grabbed my arm. I took hold of Tate and dragged him with me. “Library! There’s a panic room and tunnel.”
We can’t go in there!Tate’s eyes widened.They won’t get in.
In unison, Tate and I planted our feet and tried to slow Jared down. He grew frustrated with us and yanked my arm, making me cry out. I pulled free of his grip, the pain making me scream. He got further ahead, so I grasped at his t-shirt, trying to slow him. In his anger, he turned and slapped me.
My ears rang with the blow. I felt blood run down my face.
Taking advantage of my shock, Carl pushed me and Tate behind Jared into the library. “Sit down!” he shouted, making us obey.
I couldn’t make sense of all the yelling and sounds of destruction. I just held onto Tate and prayed for this all to end.
“Where are the others?” Jared pulled at his hair as the sounds got closer to us. He went to the desk in the corner and rummaged around. He returned to us with two vials. “Now you can make this easy, or I can make it hurt. Up to you.” He smirked. “I could really use something to take the edge off, so let me cause some pain.”
I glared at him and opened my mouth dutifully. The potion was sweet on my tongue, the effects immediate. Silence. My alter and my bonds, leaving nothing behind just as I sensed Roan.
Jared grabbed my arm and hauled me up, my grip on Tate failed and before I knew it, we were at opposite sides of the room.
“Tate!
“Hiro!”
“Jared, please, I need Tate.”
“I’m all you need.” He opened a door with a panel next to it after keying a code as I struggled. He let go after I elbowed him hard. I ran back towards Tate, but Jared was faster, getting around me and pulling out a knife.
He pointed the sharp-looking weapon at my stomach. “I don’t want to hurt them, but if you don’t get in that room now, I will stab you, and, spoiler alert, I don’t care if I hit one of his spawn.”
I gulped and sagged. Unless someone friendly from the pack came through those doors in the next thirty seconds, I was going to have to go with him. I couldn’t put my babies at risk. I felt weak and so terrified that I thought I was going to pass out right there.
My knees gave way under the strain, Jared catching me just before I fell. He hoisted me into his arms and ran into the room, slamming the door behind him.
Without hesitation, he went to a panel at the back of the tiny space. They clearly set it up as a panic room, with screens showing scenes from the house and a small bed, with not much else. The hatch opened into a tunnel lit with red lights.
Jared ran down the tunnel for what felt like miles, though we weren’t running for all that long. Each movement was uncomfortable. I ached something fierce, but my mind was too full of thoughts of Roan and the babies.
All too soon, the tunnel ended at a gate. Jared put me on my feet and kicked at the door. It burst free of its hinges with a loud crash. Someone ought to have heard that, right? My ears rang with it.
“Come on!” Jared was waiting just outside of the tunnel. I wanted to turn back and head for that room. There had to be a way I could get the door open.
The alpha caught me looking. “Don’t even think about it, Hiroshi. I’ll catch you, then I’ll have to make you pay.”
I whimpered, a truly pitiful sound. There was no way I could out pace him in my condition. The babies weren’t moving. I hoped it was just them reacting to stress and not anything else.
“Jared, I’m scared. The babies —“
“Hiro, I don’t care about the babies. Just get your ass over here. There’s a car not too far away.”
Every minute that I delayed getting in the car was a minute closer to someone figuring out that room or finding me in these woods.
Slowly, I walked towards him. As soon as I was close enough, he began dragging me, making me trip and stumble on roots and fallen branches.
By the time the trees were thinning and I could hear sounds of the road, I’d cut my knees and hands up and I was crying with frustration.
