Page 12 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“You think they’re watching us?” Angel growls again.
“Perhaps,” I say, letting go of my brother and turning slowly to glare up face-on into the lens of the camera. “But I’m guessing Silver can hack his way into that camera and find the footage.”
I stand up on my tiptoes and, continuing to glare up into the camera, rip it from the ceiling.
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Bea
My eyes flick open.
Immediately, before the mist lifts in my mind and I register where I am, I know something is wrong.
The smell. The temperature. The hardness at my back.
A pain pierces my gut and sweat coats my brow.
The room is bright and white.
The stench sterile.
I shift, trying to turn and curl up. I want to hug my stomach, a groan ripping noisily from my throat.
My arms and legs catch as I twist. I’m bound. I twist my head. Bound to a hard couch.
Panic swirls in my stomach and I try to remember.
Where am I?Whoam I?
I tip my head backwards and find a strip of bare lighting shining down on my head. I peer towards my toes and spy a door. Apart from that this square room is empty. Nothing on the walls or the floors. No other furniture.
My body, I realize, is wrapped in a flimsy hospital gown that’s rough against my hot skin.
Panic squirms in my stomach and a sob bubbles in my throat. I swallow both down hard, close my eyes and try to think.
I’m Bea. A beta from Naw Creek. Engaged to Karl Simpson.
The pain in my stomach swells and I’m soaking wet between my thighs.
No, that isn’t right.
I’m not a beta.
I no longer live in Naw Creek.
And I sure as hell am not going to be marrying Karl Simpson.
I snap open my eyes.
The clinic.
My head hurts as I strain to arrange my thoughts logically in my head.
I went to the clinic for my heat because …
That sob bursts free of my throat and pain sears through my heart this time.
But then what happened?
