Chapter 3 - Sydney
Chapter 3 - Sydney
Doug's P.O.V.
I look at the pieces of shit around me that didn't do what they were supposed to. I had told them to kill the Rogue Misfits, not injure a few, and then leave.
"Did you kill any of them?" I yell at the incompetent wolves while running my hands through my light brown hair in frustration.
"We didn't have time before the rest of the gang came back. If we hadn't gotten out of there, then we would have all been dead," one of them says, looking away.
"You're supposed to be warriors, not scared pups. I told you they all needed to be killed before the Biker Bunnies joined them. Now, from what I hear, the Bunnies left with them. So that means my mate Sydney is with those men. I have to get her back for what she did to me." I put my hand on my throat. After that bitch slit my throat, I thought I was going to die. If it wasn't for the witch, I would be dead. I bought Sydney to be my mate. I figured if I took her when she was young, she'd be an obedient little bunny. That backfired, and now I plan on killing her and all of her bunny friends.
"We'll get her," a man says, stepping forward with a knife in his hand and twirling it around. I don't know him.
"Who are you? You're not part of this pack." I would remember him. He's huge, covered in tattoos, and has long black hair.
"I'm someone who wants to see the bunnies burn in hell. I saw your men attack the misfits. Let me help, and we'll bring them all down." I'm not sure if I should trust him.
"What's your name?" I lean against my desk, and the man smirks.
"You can call me Bram."
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Sydney's P.O.V.
I can't stop shaking as I cry against Dallas. I wasn't ready to accept him, but I may give him a chance after how he stood up for me and how good it feels with his arms around me. Alpha Doug should be dead. I slit his throat and saw him bleeding all over the floor when I ran away.
"How can he be alive? I killed him." I say, turning to look at Anya. Dallas wraps his arms around me from behind so my back is against his front. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like this. He's lucky he caught me off guard; otherwise, I'd be kneeing him in the nuts right now.
"I don't know Syd, but we'll find out. We need activated charcoal and IV fluids now. Lindy, can you go to our supplies and get what we need? Jordan, do you have someone who can ride with her?" Anya looks up at her mate.
"Yeah, Dayan is patrolling around the property. I'll mindlink him to meet her at the end of the driveway." Lindy runs out the door, and I turn to look at Dallas.
"So, what's your story? Why are you with the Misfits and not with your pack? I thought wolfpacks protected their own." I step out of his arms, and I know it's cruel, but I'm pleased when I see the hurt in his eyes. Not that I want to cause him any pain. I can see how much he wants me, which means a lot, but I can't let him in so quickly.
"My entire pack was killed by another larger pack. They raped the women before killing them, and they kidnapped most of the pups. I was able to get away because we were omegas and lived on the outer edge of the pack. My parents were working in the packhouse and mindlinked me to run away. I was eight and had no idea how I would take care of myself, but I survived. I've been with the Misfits since I was sixteen. I'm twenty-six, and this is my pack now. We may be from many different species, but we're a family." My heart melts a little, knowing our backgrounds are similar. I take a step closer to him and keep my eyes on his.
"My parents sold me to Alpha Doug when I was twelve. He and some of the others in the pack beat me and tortured me. In his sick mind, he thought that if he tore me down, I would do what he wanted, but all it did was piss me off. I would hear them talking about how they were poisoning others with mycophenolate and Metaldehyde. When he thought he had broken me, he had someone take me to his bedroom. The cock sucker thought I was going to let him rape me, but as soon as he got near me, I pulled out the knife I had hidden and slit his throat. I was on my own until I joined the Bunnies when I was seventeen. I'm twenty-four. Do you have any issues mating with a bunny?" I ask Dallas. He smiles, and my heart flutters. Damn it, I'm a badass biker. I should not feel weak in the knees. He leans down to whisper in my ear so the others can't hear.
"I've always wanted to taste a bunny, and I bet you're delicious." I'm a badass. The hot werewolf's words can't get to me. Do any of you believe what I'm trying to convince myself of? Yeah, me neither.
"You haven't tasted a bunny, but what other bitches have you tasted?" I may have said that a little louder than I had planned because I hear a few chuckles, but I don't take my eyes off Dallas.
"You misunderstood. I haven't been with any other women. We may be rogues, but we all believe in the mate bond." I cross my arms and look at Anya. She smiles and nods. Okay, fine, I'll give the big, sexy wolf a chance. Geesh, stop pushing me.
"If you so much as say one stupid, inconsiderate word to me or any one of the bunnies, I will cut your dick off and feed it to you. Do I make myself clear?" Dallas puts his hand up in surprise. I may only be five feet two, but I can kick a little ass when I need to. I didn't survive this long by hopping in fields and fluffing my bunny tail.
"Deal. I would never do anything to hurt any of you." He says wholeheartedly. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself up to wrap my legs around his waist. Do I seem to be the type of person who cares about an audience? Good, because I'm not. When I push my mouth against his and kiss him, I can tell he's stunned. I bite his bottom lip gently so he opens his mouth, and I slide my tongue inside. His hands find their way to my bottom, and he holds me tight. Pulling away, I look into his eyes and put my legs down.
"That was a taste. You can have the main course later. Right now, we need to take care of these men." I turn around and kneel beside one of the men on an air mattress.
"So does that mean you accept me?" He sounds like a hopeful little puppy. Should I keep him guessing? Maybe play with him a little. "That decision is still pending. We'll see how well you know how to use that thing, and I'll let you know."
I point to the erection, making a tent in his pants, and his face turns red. Everyone starts laughing as I turn to look at the man next to me. His wounds look horrible. Hopefully, Lindy and the Misfit return soon; otherwise, it may be too late for these five.