Chapter 2

Staring down at the ground, Daniella felt the fear through to her bones. Oliver’s pleas were getting to her. There was no way she could let anything happen to the young girl. Glancing up she watched as someone tugged on the chain around Oliver’s neck. The cries were too much, and before Daniella could stop herself, she’d shouted at them.

“Leave her alone. She’s a young girl and has done nothing wrong.” Her voice carried through the air travelling over the rest of her pack to land on the man doing damage. Biting down on her lip she heard the rest of her pack curse as their enemies turned to her.

The men had attacked before she had gotten a chance to get naked and run. Some of the pack were not that lucky and were in fact naked. Even though she’d been this way for the last eighteen months, Daniella hadn’t gotten used to seeing other men naked. She’d seen more cocks and breasts than she cared to remember in the last few months.

“You speak out for this piece of sniveling trash?” the man asked.

He was the Alpha, and when he spoke Daniella felt something answer within her. It was like her wolf knew his voice and was kicking at her skin trying to get out. She didn’t have a clue who the man was. She’d never seen him before in her life.

Daniella knew she would have remembered him from the way he looked alone. He was well over six feet, and down one arm going up to his neck was a black tattoo that interlocked and wrapped around his thick arms. The Alpha didn’t wear a shirt, only a pair of really tight jeans that settled on his hips but outlined his thick legs. He wouldn’t be put down easy in a fight, and every part of him oozed power, masculinity.

Daniella hadn’t met another man like him. From his aura alone she was bowled over, and not just because she was bound within silver chains. Across the distance she couldn’t make out anything else other than the fact he was a giant hunk of a man.

‘He’s killing your pack.’

“She’s a girl,” Daniella said, forcing herself to speak up. If no one else would speak up for Oliver, then she would. There’s no way to get out of here alive.

The man smiled, grabbing Oliver around the waist. “You want to bargain for her life?” the Alpha asked.

Daniella nodded. Any confidence she had vanished as he ordered the man beside him to grab her. The rest of her pack tried to move away from her, hoping not to gain the wrath of the other pack. Crap. Why couldn’t she have stayed home and taken to the city woods?

It was guarded by high security, but she could have at least turned and gotten the run she craved. Instead, she’d come back to a pack who despised her, and now she was looking at the possible end of her life. The open air, the never ending forests, and the scent of the waterfall attracted her more than the artifice of the city walks. She hoped to one day settle down away from the city.

“Alex. I want her in one piece. I want to see who wants to bargain for this sniveling little pack,” the Alpha said.

Oliver whimpered on the stage. Daniella stared up at the one called Alex as he approached her. He looked deadly with a scar down one side of his face. Alex had been the one to grab her from behind the trees as she was undressing. There hadn’t been any time to run, but she’d tried. He cut the links that bound her to the others. There were only about thirty within their pack. The number had fallen as the dead bodies were amassing. Her arm was grabbed, and she was dragged to the stage. She didn’t know the proper etiquette when it came to pack men.

“You will bow,” Alex said, forcing her down to her knees.

Going to her knees, she cried out as the silver seemed to pull on her wrists.

“Well, you’ve got my attention. Now, what do you want?” the Alpha asked.

Jason stared down at the woman before him. The girl who she’d tried to bargain for was whimpering off in the corner. He really couldn’t give a shit about anyone in the pack, but this woman’s scent drew him to her. There was no evil on her person whereas the rest of the whole pack was riddled with it. He wouldn’t be satisfied until all of them were fucking dead and he was burning their bodies to piles of ash.

“Am I supposed to speak staring at the floor?” she asked.

“What’s your name?” Jason asked.

Alex had a hold of her hair as he pressed her to the floor. His man was putting on a good show, which Jason was proud of. All of his pack was doing the best they could in the current situation. He was holding his shit together.

Glancing at the blonde girl behind him, Jason walked closer. The girl couldn’t be older than fourteen, and she didn’t have the same scent as the rest of the pack. Grabbing a chunk of her hair Jason inhaled her fragrance. The girl was innocent, but she was still a member of the pack and he’d made sure to rid the world of them.

“I’m Daniella,” the girl said, looking terrified.

“I’m not talking to you.” Turning away, he went to the woman bowed on the floor. Replacing his hand within her hair, he moved for Alex to grab the girl. “What’s your name?”

“Daniella.”

She had dark brown hair, and he noted it was silky to the touch. Even with his anger tightening inside him, he noticed the feel of her hair, and the intoxicating scent coming off her as well.

Glancing out at the crowd Jason saw the anger and revulsion as they looked at the woman on stage. No one liked this Daniella, and it seemed she was the only one prepared to spare the youngest girl, Oliver. Lifting her head back he stared into her dark brown depths. Her eyes were almost as dark as her hair. She was scared, but she tried to hide it.

“You’re not a full wolf,” he said, inhaling her skin.

“I was bitten coming out of work,” she said.

Her hands were out on the ground, holding herself up. She bit her lip, clearly not happy with talking to him.

He returned his gaze toward the pack. They hated the fact they’d taken her in.

“None of them care about you,” he said, lifting her to her feet.

Jason got a good look at her. Even if she’d smelled all wolf, Jason would have known she wasn’t. Her body gave her away. Full blooded women were incapable of being full with lush tits like hers. Daniella had full hips, a rounded stomach, shapely thighs, and the largest rack he’d ever seen. He wondered what she looked like naked.

Jason didn’t have any bitches in his own pack. They were too much of a fucking problem with their territorial bullshit. He liked to fuck who he liked. Once bitches got involved they started trying to gain his attention. The only women he accepted were those of his old pack. His sisters and mother were accepted even though they were part of another pack. Also, his men who were mated, their women were accepted into the fold, but he didn’t bring in any unmated females.

“I don’t care. Do not hurt Oliver. She’s done nothing wrong, and she’s too young.”