Capitol Kidnap: Urban Werewolf Book 1 by Mel Corbett Read Free Book Online

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      Mom spluttered and coughed, a piece of cookie flying out of her mouth.  
    Now that her mother could breathe, Naomi turned to the men. Jeff was doing abdominal thrusts on Ian, and Marcus's face was pale and he was choking, too. She repeated the same procedure on him as she had on her mother.  
    Mac roared with laughter. "How did you like my choking chip cookies?" he asked.
    "What… was… that…" Mom gasped. Ian and Marcus wiped tears from their eyes.
    "Oh, come on," Mack said if he continued doodling. "Just a little spell for a harmless prank."
    "Harmless prank?" Naomi asked, shoving him. "You could've killed them!" Mac just laughed in her face. "They're fine, aren't they?"
    "We came to you for protection!" Jeff said, his face red with anger.
    "I'll still give you my protection. I didn't mean to offend anyone." Mac shrugged. "It's just so rare that anyone who visits me now doesn't tell me no jokes or no pranks."  
    "I told you no pranks!" Naomi shoved Mac against his own wall.  
    "Actually, my dear, you didn't." Mac shook his head and kept laughing.  
    "Maybe we should just go," Naomi said. "I don't feel safe."  
    Mac fell to the floor when she released him, convulsing with laughter and clutching his sides. She left, and the others limped out after her.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

    M OM SET THE KEYS ON Naomi's kitchen table. Naomi was done, she wasn't going to sit at home with her mom and the boys until dark.  
    "I'm going to the flower shop," Naomi said, reaching for the keys.
    "No, you're not." Mom snatched the keys away.
    "I'm not sitting around here."
    "You're not driving by yourself to a dangerous place with the moon–"
    "The shop should be empty," Naomi said as her mother slipped the keys into her purse. "I'm not a child. I don't need you."
    "You're my daughter and a member of my pack," Mom said, tucking the purse under her arm. "You will do what I say."
    "Yeah, that worked so well at Mac's." Naomi snorted and reached for her mother's purse.  
      "What do you think you are doing?" Naomi's mother stepped backwards, moving her purse out of Naomi's reach. Her face was pale with anger. "You will obey me."
    "If you were in your right mind I would listen, but you've just bulled through everything and everyone. You can't just do that."  
    "Excuse me?" her mother asked softly.  
    "You heard me! You think you can bully everyone here." Naomi swallowed hard, fighting the urge to spit at her mother.
    "That's enough." Her mother stood up straighter and puffed out her chest.  
    "You don't act like this at home," Naomi said. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her head. "Please, trust me. Trust my judgment."
    "I can't trust you. You let your brother tell that boy–"
    "You mean Mikey? Who loves him–"  
    Naomi's face stung. It took her a second to realize she had been slapped. She balled up her fists, and stomped towards her mother.
    "There it is, you think you're a little alpha strutting around here." Mom barred her teeth. Goosebumps rose down Naomi's back. "But you are part of my pack. You're alpha of nothing."
    "I'm leaving." Naomi flung open the door. "Mikey is a great guy. He loves Bryan." She slammed the door behind her.
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    Naomi walked a few steps down her driveway, hoping to physically distance herself from the situation. Had Mom always been this controlling? Naomi realized her nails were digging into her palms. She forced her hands open and tried to focus on her breath liking yoga as she walked away. The sun was just starting to sink, turning the sky orange.
    Naomi nodded to a couple she'd seen before walking their dog. The dog started jerking at his leash to get to her as soon as she passed by. The couple apologize sheepishly, but Naomi shrugged them off as she wandered past the purple house. Clearly, they weren't the owners. No way that husband had agreed to have a big butterfly the garage. Naomi had just left a voicemail for Mindy to take her to the flower shop, but she knew she was being followed.