Page 6 of M.A.Y.A
“Yes,” he snarled. The sound was so animalistic, so unhuman, that she froze. Her brain glitched because she was unable to process what she just heard.
“I told you I wasn’t going to hurt you, and I keep my word. Will you stop?—”
“Never,” she snapped.
“Of course, I had to get a stubborn one,” he muttered, his deep voice distracted her, sending a shiver up her spine. Did he drug her? That had to be the only reason for the way her body was reacting to his touch and the sound of his voice.
“W-what are you?” she gasped.
“Your mate,” he snarled again.
Mate.What in the world was he talking about? That wasn’t a term she was familiar with.
It took her a moment to realize that he wasn’t hurting her. He’d just pinned her in place, waiting for her struggle to stop. They were both out of breath, but it was clear he was infinitely stronger than she was. Was he part machine as well?
She felt the rush of adrenaline slow, and her muscles began to tremble. He didn’t loosen his hold.
“Let me go.”
“Are you going to try to hit me again?”
“Maybe.”
“Then we’re staying right here,” he replied.
Great, she thought, even though she was starting to believe him when he said that he wasn’t going to hurt her. Not like her former captives. “Where am I?”
“Oregon,” he said.
Shock had her entire body going rigid. “That can’t be possible. Oregon doesn’t exist anymore.”
“Doesn’t exist? What…where do you think you are?” he replied.
“Iwasin the former state of New York. Wow, the dimensions have more differences than I thought.”
There was a long pause, and she breathed in his scent again. Spice. Cloves maybe? And fresh clear spring water.
“It looks like we need to have a conversation, so let’s do this again,” he said. “If I let you go, will you try to hit me?”
She weighed her options. He hadn’t hurt her so far, which meant her chances of survival were better than if she was stuck in the lab.
“I won’t fight you,” she agreed.
She felt his grip ease on her wrists, and then he stepped back from the bed. She scrambled to her knees and faced him, taking in his features as a man instead of an intruder.
He was…huge. There was no other word for it. His shoulders were broad, and he toppled six five at least. His hair was long and curled at the nape of his neck. His skin was light brown, but his eyes were dark, and his lashes were the only part of his face that could be described as delicately beautiful. The rest of him was more striking and handsome.
She also realized that his biceps, holy hell, were the size of tree trunks. And she’d thought she could win a fight against him? She didn’t know the extent of her robotic power, but since she’d need a step stool to meet him eye to eye, it was clear that he’d be able to overpower her by his sheer size.
What was really disturbing was the realization that he wasn’t human. She wasn’t sure how, but her intuition when it came to this man was crystal clear. Was he an alien maybe? The wars began over space exploration and the discovery of life on other planets. Was he from an alternate planet, too?
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice still hoarse.
“Alpha Isaiah Star of the River Burns pack.”
She shook her head. It was as if he was talking in code. “Alpha? Pack?”
“Wolf shifters. You’re in wolf territory.”
