Accidentally Wolf by Elle Boon Page A

out the man’s throat. Unsure what
kind of connection Paul had with the other pack was the only reason Zayne
didn’t follow through on the impulse. A loss of life could alert the ones who
had Cora that Zayn was onto them.
    Once he had Cora safely in his
sights, all bets were off, and the first he’d kill would be who was closest to
Cora, followed by Tom.

 
    * * * *

 
    Cora’s stomach rolled. Being hit
over the head with what felt like a sledge hammer and then waking up, face down
over the shoulder of some stranger did that to a person. She swallowed bile for
the hundredth time. The last thing she wanted to do was throw up all over his
ass, unsure if he’d hit her again or kill her. The man jumped over something,
jarring her more, and she gave up the pretense.
    “Oh, God, I’m gonna be sick.” Hot
tears poured from her eyes.
    He either didn’t hear or didn’t
care until she gagged and everything she’d consumed moved up her stomach.
    “You fucking bitch,” Tom roared,
throwing her off his shoulder.
    She closed her eyes, landing with
a sickening crunch on the hard ground, too undone to pretend indifference. The
kick to her side made her curl into a ball, a whimper of pain escaped before
she could call it back.
    “Don’t kill the bitch, Tom. She’s
worthless to us dead.”
    Cora cracked one eye open to see
who the other man was. He had a scar that ran down one side of his face, and
the same yellowish tinge to Tom’s eyes also burned in his. She didn’t recognize
him from Mystic.
    “She threw up all over me,” Tom
whined.
    If she wasn’t in such a dire
situation, she’d laugh at his cry baby voice. She thought back to her time with
Zayn. How he’d told her he loved her. With shifters maybe it was instinctual,
or whatever, but now she wished she’d told him she really felt deeply for him.
She wasn’t sure if it was love, but she wanted to find out. All they needed was
time. It wasn’t fair that just when she found someone to love her, her world
was tilted on its axis and destruction was left in its wake, again. Life wasn’t
fair.
    Her first thought was to get up
and run, or fight. Zayn said those were two of the worst things she could do
around shifters, and he would know. She trusted him with her life. With her
heart though was a whole different thing.
    She kept her eyes closed trying to
get control of her raging heartbeat. Knowing they could hear her every breath,
she didn’t want them to aware she was scared shit-less. She pretended to be
asleep or knocked unconscious, when the man with the scar came to check on her.
Even when his hands touched her breasts, Cora didn’t make a noise. Not even
when he grabbed one of her nipples and twisted, so hard she was sure he was
going to rip it off, did she make a sound of protest. She centered herself with
deep breaths.
    You’re doing so good , Cora. When I get there I
will make that man pay. This I promise you.
    She focused on Zayn’s soothing
voice without responding other than sending him thoughts of needing him.
    “How hard did
you hit her anyway, dickweed? If we can’t get her to wake up and give us
the information we need, she’s going to be utterly useless to the boss.”
    “Fuck off, Shane. She’ll be fine
once we get her back to our pack.”
    If Zayn didn’t get to her before
they reached wherever they planned to rendezvous, she’d be damned before she’d
go meekly where they took her. She wouldn’t sacrifice herself, her body, or
mind for anything. She knew what she could take and what she couldn’t. A beating, yes, but a violation of her body? No. Even if
Zayn said he would still love her, she didn’t think she could love herself.
    Don’t think like that, baby. I’m going to get to you before that ever
happens.
    Zayn, I will hang on and do as you’ve asked, but I will not sit or lay
idly by while they do whatever they choose, if it comes to that. You have to
understand. I just can’t. Grief for what might be welled in her heart