A muffled voice pulled me out of my delicious dream, sandwiched between the loves of my life: Dmitri and Nickoli. Not ready to end the dream, I pushed the annoying muffle aside, going back to where we left off. A sting across my cheek vanished the erotic dream and the foggy reality struggled to the surface. Mouth feeling like sand, body heavy, my eyes fluttered open, fighting the fog of unconsciousness. Rolling over towards the sound of the muffled voice, my movement was interrupted by what felt like cold metal biting into my wrists.

The events at my house came flooding back. Men breaking in, the fight, stabbing a man then everything going black. Eyes snapping open, trying to sit up, but was stop by cuffs around my ankles and wrists. Panic setting in, I pulled and twisted my arms, trying to get to free. Concentrating on freeing myself, I didn't look around the dimly lit room. When the male voice that echoed in the room reached my ears, it startled me.

"They were designed for shifters, but feel free to carry on. I'm quite enjoying the show," a deep familiar voice said from a darkened corner of the room.

Stopping cold as his voice started to speak. I used all my will power to calm myself, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing my fear. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, I asked, "What do you want?" Fighting to keep my voice sounding bored instead of the utter fear I felt in every morsel of my body.

Mr. Ice walked out from the shadowed corner. "At this moment? Nothing," he told me, trailing a finger, starting at my knee moving up my leg to my hip than stomach, grazing my nipple before stopping at my jaw. "Now later, mmm that is a whole other story." When I turned my head away, he forcefully grabbed a handful of my hair forcing me to look at him. Bending down, inches away from my face, he whispered, "Oh yes Sam, we will have our time together, and it will be quite enjoyable...well for me anyway," Mr. Ice slid his tongue out to wet his lips then licked me, starting at my jawline and ended just below my ear.

Suppressing a shudder from his touch, my natural defence came to light. Sarcasm and the inability to keep my mouth shut. I said, "Oh yeah, it takes a big man to beat, rape, and murder a woman tied up. But then again by the looks of you it is probably the only way you can get it."

Mr. Ice didn't take the bait, if anything he seemed to be amused. "Personally, the chains turn me on, but don't you worry, our first time will be special. No chains, just my body holding yours down as I slam my cock into you over and over again till you scream for mercy." One hand still wrapped up tight in my hair while the other one began to make its way up my shirt. "Struggle for me Sam," he purred, finding my nipple and twisting hard enough to make me whimper.

"You are going to be a fun one. Those shifters that stayed with us a couple months ago were sobbing by now, but you, you are going to be tougher to crack and I will so take pleasure in savouring every moment."

Doing before thinking, as I was known for, I spat in his face. Not a lady like thing to do and something I had never done before, but this was an exceptional case. That got a reaction out of the grinning Mr. Ice. Smile removed off his face, wiping the spit off his cheek, reaching behind, pulling out a 6-inch blade and sliced down my shirt with ease. "Well if you are in such a hurry we can start the fun now," his smile promised a whole lot of pain. Mine.

"Mr. Whyte, if I recall that is not the arrangement you made with the boss," another man came from another darkened corner. A tall clean cut man wearing dark slacks and crisp cream coloured dress shirt, dark hair and kind soft grey eyes. An attractive man and someone you would notice walking into a room, but for me he didn't compare to the men in my life. "Hello Samantha. May I call you Samantha or do you prefer Sam?" he asked, giving me his full attention.

"Does it really matter what I prefer, because if it does," shaking my arms, "then you can take these off and let me go," I bit out.

Giving me a shy smile, "Actually that's why I am here. Mr. Whyte will you release Samantha. He said if she behaved, there would be no need for the restraints."

"And if I don't?" I asked, already knowing what the answer would be.

"It's in your best interest if you did. I'm the only one of the soldiers here that does not want you harmed and I cannot spend all my time to ensure your safety." And I believed that just like I believed in Santa Claus. The problem was his words sounded sincere. I didn't get the feeling he was lying to me like I usually got when someone told me a lie.

Mr. Whyte undid my ankle shackles first then my wrist. The new guy stepped in front of me and extended his hand, "I am Elijah."

I hesitated, and with caution I shook his hand; immediately a jolt of electricity shot up my arm, the feeling of ants caressed my skin and my breath stolen. "It is true," Elijah said in ah noticing my reaction to his touch.

Eyes widening, pulling my hand back, rubbing it against my leg, I stammered, "You're...you're a wolf. What do you want with me?"

He stood there staring at me without a word for a few minutes before seeming to snap out of whatever world his mind floated too. "I'm sorry. I have never met anyone like you before. I do not know personally what my boss wants with you, but will be very pleased that the rumour is true. Mr. Whyte, Sam is our special guest so treat her as so," he spoke to Mr. Ice while staring fondly at me.

"For someone who is not in charge you sure give a lot of orders," I blurted out, getting to my feet. Having these men standing and hover above me made me feel more vulnerable.
Elijah laughed, "I am his second in command, and follow his orders and nothing more. I heard you were a spunky one." He turned to leave the room, "I will send Joseph in with some food and drink. You may as well get comfortable Samantha, this is your new home."

Watching the wolf leave I decided now was as good as time as ever before someone else came in. I rolled my shoulders loosening the kinks out and hoping to get Mr. Whyte off guard. From the corner of my eye I caught him looking at his phone; without a second thought I clamped my hands together and swung my arms.

My aim was right on and the hit was solid across his jaw. Mr. Whyte staggered to one knee. For good measure I brought up my knee connecting with his nose. Blood poured out of his nose, Mr. Whyte was down. Turning to run for the door I come face first into a very hard broad chest. Before I could react huge arms snaked around my back and spun me around so my back was against a massive chest.

I didn't have a chance to get a good look at the new captor, but with the jolt and ants crawling sensation, I had no doubt he was a wolf, a very large and powerful wolf. Even knowing my chances were slim to none getting free of his grip, I could not just give up without a fight. Kicking and screaming every profanity I knew plus some that I made up, I tired out first; just about the same time Mr. Whyte came to and was not a very happy camper.

Wiping the blood from his face, pure death radiated from his eyes, Mr. Whyte made it to his feet with a very sharp looking knife pointed at me. "I'm not sure if I am turned on or really fucking pissed because you broke my nose," he spat blood on the floor.

"Maybe it will improve the look of you," I hissed. One of these days, I would learn to keep my mouth shut. Head knocked to the side, the immediate sting from my once again split lip registered immediately after he hit me with an opened hand.

Slicing down the front of my bra, breast revealed, I kept a steady gaze on him refusing to show fear. "For that, you will not have the pleasure of clothing." Another quick movement and the knife sliced through my jeans like butter. Within a few seconds my ruined clothes laid at my feet, leaving me completely naked.

Horrified was not standing in front of two strangers naked, horrifying was the look in Mr. Whyte eyes as he examined my body, horrifying was the tip of the cold steel of the knife sliding down my breast until it reached my nipple. Teeth clenched, holding my breath, afraid the slightest move or whimper would earn me cut or worse arouse him on. I prayed like I had never prayed before. Hoping that at any minute one of my loved ones were going to run through that door and save me. Deep down I knew that was not going to happen. These were the men who took Cassie and Katie, if they could not get free with their strength they had than I had no chance at all.

Moving in close nuzzling my neck, he whispered, "If it was up to me you would not eat for a while, but the boss said to keep you feed and clean, so that is what I will do. Just remember I will be back for our date," he chuckled as he left the room.

The click of the door had me breathing again, forgetting all about the man that still had a firm grip around me. Not knowing what he was going to do, I stayed still and silent.

After a few silent moments, the deep soft husky voice of the man holding me spoke, "I don't want to hurt you. So please, when I let you go just sit on the bed and eat," his voice soft and non threatening. Not letting go until I nodded, I moved quickly to the bed and tried to cover up my body as best I could with the small pillow that was there.

Staring at the plate of food and what seemed to be an unopened bottle of water; my stomach rumbled. "It's safe. No one drugged it or poisoned it," the man said, sitting on the chair beside the bed.

She hated being so weak and didn't want to accept the food, but I was starving. Controlling myself to take slow bites and drink the water with shaky hands, I asked, "How long was I out for?"

"8 hours. They screwed up, after they knocked you out they gave you a shot. My Alpha was not happy about it," he answered. He was trying not to stare at me, but was failing miserably, not at my naked body, just at me. "Um...can I ask you something?"

I eyed him under hooded eyes, "Do I have to answer?"

Shaking his head, "No, only if you want too. Is it true, can you sense us?" he asked sheepishly.

"Doesn't your Alpha tell you anything?" I asked instead of answering his question.

He paled and shook his head violently. "No ma'am, he is my Alpha and I do as he says. He has no reason to tell a submissive anything at all. I just follow his orders. No questions asked."

I looked at him incredulity, but the look of terror that sketched around his eyes had me believe him, even with the power he, himself held. "Um yeah I can feel you. After the initial unpleasant feeling I get when I first touch someone like you, it feels like home," I shrugged, not knowing how to explain it, "Don't get me wrong, this place feels anything but home."

"I..." he stopped and stood, "I am Joseph. You need to sleep now," he took my tray and disappeared in the shadows followed by a soft click.

Bolting up, I headed in the same direction Joseph disappeared; feeling around the damp cold walls I finally finds a door handle, which was locked. Travelling around the walls, I found no windows just another door, which lead to a functioning bathroom; toilet, sink and tub with shower.

Using the facilities, I quickly became tired. No use on trying to find a way out tonight when I could not fight my way out of a paper bag. I climbed back onto the lumpy mattress, and curled up in a tight ball. That was when it hit, to try to lower my shields. We tested the distance before, me and the doctors, and I could only sense the closest people to me for just over a mile. If I didn't try I would never know. With everything I had I concentrated on those people I loved the most and hoped they could feel me. Maybe even find me in time before it was too late.