Raber Wolf Pack Book One (7 page)

I sit. We haven’t actually sealed the bond between us as mates yet, but I do feel a strong connection, this pull to him, and he says he feels it too. Might as well start at the beginning. I suck in a deep breath and start from the night my life changed.

“WHAT’S YOUR NAME,
sweet thing?” My gaze travels from the wolf’s well-fitting jeans to his white t-shirt and then to his face.
Damn
. Sculpted cheekbones, blazing brown eyes specked with gold around the irises, and dusty blond short hair. I breathe him in and he smells damn good, dirt and man. I have to look up at him so he’s for sure at least six feet as I’m five-ten without heels.

“Zara. You?” I ask, sidling up to the makeshift bar.

My friend Masie brought me to this specific party because she heard that there would be monitors that kept an eye on the males and females so nothing goes sour. Monitors? Can you believe that? I was curious to say the least.

“Seth.” Seth seems reasonable.
“And I want to take you in the back and fuck you right now,” his voice rumbles and a roll forms in my belly. One thing I love is when a man tells me exactly what he wants. I love when they take me and give it to me tenfold. Lust and fire flash in Seth’s eyes, and I have no doubt that he’d perform very well.

“Where do we go?” I ask, needing some relief. I look over at Masie and nod my head. She smiles in return.

“Follow me.” He reaches for my hand, leading me through the crowd and down a long hallway. Lanterns along the walls softly illuminate the way, revealing wooden doors lining the walls, each one closed. Men, which I assume are the monitors, walk up and down the hall, giving me extra security that I didn’t know I wanted. Seth stops us near the end of the hall, finding a room open and ready.

He pulls me inside and slams the door shut with his boot. His mouth attaches to mine so fast my breath leaves my body. My back pressed up against the hard door, he cups my ass and lifts. My legs wrap around his tight waist as he kisses me deep and hard, adding gas to the raging ache inside.

“Clothes off. Now,” he orders, ripping his mouth away from mine and setting me on my feet.

It’s fine by me; let’s get this on. I toss my clothes off; he does the same in haste, throwing them carelessly to the floor. His body is lean and muscular and his long cock bobs below his bellybutton, ready for serious action. My pussy floods. God, I need this.

“Hands and knees,” he orders and I smirk. Typical. For most wolves, this is their favorite position because of the simulation of how we fuck in wolf form. It’s where males can let all their power out, which is good because I need it hard and rough. I rush to the bed and assume the position, wagging my ass to entice him, and my inner wolf perks up. He stalks toward me and beneath the lust in his eyes, something else lays, but I can’t put my finger on it. At the moment, all that matters is that he fucks me.

The bed depresses behind me. I look over my shoulder just as he plows his dick into my body, hard and with absolutely no warning. I grit my teeth.
Fuck
,
that shit burned
. It’s been too long. I choke it down, focusing as the fire in my belly he extinguished with that punishing blow slowly returns. He doesn’t let up or even sense my discomfort. If anything, his thrusts get harder and my body is beginning to majorly cool.

Seth’s hand wraps around my hair and pulls it back, hard. I resist, but he pulls harder. Heavens, it’s not supposed to be like this.

“
Fucking bitch
.
Can’t wait ‘til we wipe out your fucking Alpha and take over your pack. I’m keeping you as mine
.”

I still as every bit of lust left drains out of my body. What the fuck did he say? He doesn’t register my halt, or maybe he doesn’t give a shit because he keeps going, flexing his hips with each word. “
I’ll fuck you every second of the day and when I’m not fucking you, I’ll let the pack fuck you. You’ll be our very own fucking chew toy
.” He chuckles.

I move quickly, as far on the other side of the room as I can get. The unexpectedness of my movement gave me the edge to get away cleanly, but unfortunately I can still feel a phantom of him inside of me.

“What did you just say?” I ask, inching toward the large red button on the side of the wall. Masie told me that each room is equipped with one of them for safety. If anyone in the room feels in danger at any time, they can push the button and monitors will come into the room. They will assess the situation and go from there. Another serious bonus to this party because I need that shit right the hell now.

“What the hell, Zara? I didn’t say shit,” he growls.

“
What the fucking hell is wrong with this stupid bitch
?” I hear the words, but Seth doesn’t move his lips.

What in the fuck?

“What pack are you from?” I ask hesitantly. I can fight, but going up against a male would be utterly tricky and more than likely I’d lose. Males are too damn powerful to overtake. I inch closer to the button, keeping my eyes focused on Seth, fearful that the second I take my eyes off of him, it’ll be lights out for me.

“
Like I’m going to fucking tell you that shit, bitch
.” Again, his lips do not move.

Holy shit. I can hear his thoughts?

“Come here, baby,” Seth speaks, and this time it’s aloud. “
Right fucking now before I rip out your goddamned throat
.” Shit. I can hear his thoughts. Fuck. Confusion swarms me, not only with what he’s saying but the fact that I can fucking hear him. I need to get the hell away from this guy right fucking now.

I reach over and slap my hand on the red button to Seth’s widening eyes. Within seconds, two monitors step into the room, assessing both of us from head to toe. I keep my eyes on Seth, too afraid not to. Fucking bastard wants to hurt my pack and I don’t even want to think about what he wants to do to me. Shit, this can’t be happening.

“Ma’am?” a monitor questions.

A small voice in my head tells me that I should not let anyone in this room know that I heard Seth’s thoughts, that I need to keep this to myself. I don’t know where it came from, but I’m following my gut. “I…I just need to go,” I say to the monitor.

“
You stupid fucking bitch. I’ll make you pay for this shit
.” Seth’s inner thoughts are menacing and quite fucking scary, if I do say so. “What’s wrong? Everything was going so good.” Seth’s calm voice floats across the room and I want to rip his fucking eyes out. How can he be thinking something so vile yet saying words like he doesn’t have a care in the world?

I play it off, careful not to give anything away. “Not into the whole hair-pulling thing,” I lie and Seth’s brow quirks. He doesn’t believe me and I don’t give two shits.

“All right. Sir, come with me,” the monitor calls out and I listen for his thoughts. “
Poor fuck. Anyone that had a chance at that would be a complete idiot to fuck it up
.” The monitor’s words ring in my head, but one glance tells me they didn’t come out of his mouth.

What the hell is going on? Suddenly, a barrage of voices fills my head.

‘
I hope I get laid
.’

‘
If I don’t get ass soon, I’ll combust
.’

‘
I should wank one off in the bathroom first
.’

I shake my head trying to clear it, but the voices keep coming, one after another, thoughts all mumbling into a big mess of words in my head.

“I don’t know what the hell happened, Zara,” Seth spits out my name, anger impaling it. “
You’re going to pay for this, bitch
.” The smile on his face is sinister, but my head is swimming with voices. Holy shit. I hear them all. Seth picks up his clothes and follows the monitor out the door, cursing me in his head the whole time.

“Ma’am. Get dressed and we’ll get you out of here,” the second monitor announces, but I hear no inner thoughts from him, not even about how I look. I keep my eyes on him too as I quickly put everything back on. A sudden paranoia sets over me like a white haze. I feel dirty—dirty in a way that I don’t know if I’ll ever get myself clean again. I want to shower for hours, but I’m not sure that it will be enough. I dress quickly.

“This way, ma’am.” The monitor gestures to the door and I follow him through it, heading back to the main room. Thoughts, sounds, and overall pandemonium take root in my head, causing a slice of pain so fierce it’s like a sharp blade’s sawing through my brain. I grip the side of my head before making it into the main room, stopping to lean on the wall, and trying to get all the noises to stop.

‘
Damn, it’s hot in here
.’

‘
God that bitch is hot
.’

‘
Fuck
.’

‘
I need another drink
.’

Make them stop; please make them stop. The pain and words swirl in my head like a hurricane I can’t stop.

“Ma’am, are you all right?” the monitor asks, his hand lightly grazing my arm. I jump from his touch, gasping for breath, starving for air. What the hell is wrong with me?

I put all of my focus on the man beside me. ‘
Shit. I hope she doesn’t pass out
.’ Luckily, those are the only words or thoughts I hear, and they are coming from the monitor next to me. The others are there, but they have quieted down and moved slightly into the background. Interesting. This may be the way to control it.

Then it hits me. Holy shit. I have a power. Fucking hell. The power to listen to others’ thoughts.

“GET ME OUT OF HERE,
” I tell my brother and he leads me through the crowds toward his car. I called him right after the scene with Seth. Masie wasn’t ready to leave, but I had to get far away from there.

“Are you doing okay?” Zane asks from the driver’s seat as I stare into the night’s sky.
‘What in the hell is wrong with her? She’s going to give me some bullshit excuse and think that I’ll take it,’
he thinks.

I chuckle. He’s not wrong. “I just wasn’t into the scene.” That is so not a lie whatsoever.

“Why do I feel like you’re hiding things from me?” Zane is three years older than I am, and an enforcer in our pack. Unfortunately, he can read me like a damn book. Always could.

I don’t answer; instead, I gaze out the window, thinking. I need to talk to someone about this hearing people’s thoughts business. I need to get a handle on it or my head is going to explode. The farther we drive away from the party, the less I hear their voices, and it’s refreshing. Freeing. It’s the calm that I crave.

“Can you take me to Nana Opal’s house?”

My brother gapes at me.
‘Are you fucking nuts?’
he thinks. “Are you fucking nuts?” he says aloud and I chuckle inside again. It’s strange to hear what he’s thinking before he says it, but Nana O is the only one that can help me. Sure, I could talk to mom, but Nana O has been around for centuries. She knows all and right now, I need her.

“No, please take me to her house.”

Zane looks at the time. “It’s one in the morning, Zara.” The ‘duh’ is right on the tip of his tongue, but he refrains.

“She’ll know I’m coming.” Which is true. She can sense when one of us needs her and is always ready whenever we show up. Doesn’t matter what time of the day or night, she’s always prepared.

“What is going on, Zara?” he asks.
‘Because you’re freaking me the fuck out,’
he thinks. Damn. Last thing I want to do is worry him, but no matter what I tell him right now, he will be. He’ll probably wake Mom and Dad up just to tell them. I should tell him, but I need Nana O first.

“I just need to talk to Nana O and then I’m due to stay over at Masie’s. Either I’ll crash here or head over to her house in a while.”

He huffs. “I’ll take you, but I’m waiting my ass outside and driving you home when you’re done or you’re staying the night. You pick but you are not leaving without me once you get there.”