Mated to the Pack by Alanis Knight Read Free Book Online

lips curled upward, but it was more a
warning grin than an actual smile.
    “I’m not going anywhere,” Allison said
gently, and Michael nodded.
    Logan handed Allison a bundle of towels, and
she took everything into the bathroom.
    “Logan, go into town and get her some
clothes,” she heard Michael order as she closed the bathroom door
behind her.

Chapter
Five

     
     
    After taking a shower and brushing her
teeth, Allison found a large pile clean clothes waiting on her bed,
which had been stripped of its sheets and remade with clean linens.
It was astonishing how quickly Logan had gone into town and come
back with brand new clothes for her. Even more surprising, they
were all the right size.
    She chose a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and
put the rest away in her dresser before heading downstairs to find
the others. The stairs creaked loudly as she headed down them, and
she followed the sound of voices into a large room with rows of
dusty books standing on shelves. As she approached, the voices went
silent.
    “What’s going on?” she asked, and three
pairs of eyes turned toward her.
    “We’ve been discussing Victor,” Michael
answered.
    “I see,” Allison said. “And?”
    “I didn’t want to worry you,” Michael said
grimly, “but the others agree that you should know. I went to see
Victor. It was a peaceful meeting, but he refused to relent. He
says his pack saw you first, and they don’t intend to stop until
they get you back.”
    “Why’d he let you go?” Allison wondered.
    “Victor and I… have a history,” Michael
answered. “He owed me a favor. Letting me out alive made us
even.”
    Allison slid weakly into a chair. Then she
asked, “Is this going to go on forever?”
    “They will not stop until they get you back
or they are all dead,” Michael confirmed.
    Allison’s heart jumped, and her whole body
began to tremble. Her head began to swim, and her stomach lurched.
Clasping her hand firmly over her mouth, she sprang from her chair
and rushed down the hall. She bathroom door banged sharply against
the wall, and she collapsed to her knees in front of the toilet,
retching violently into it.
    She heard the sound of a clearing throat
behind her, and she turned her eyes meekly toward it. Logan peered
down at her with pity in his eyes.
    “Are you alright?” he asked.
    She nodded and rolled some toilet paper off
the roll, swiping it harshly across her lips. She flushed the
toilet and pulled herself into a standing position on wobbly knees.
Her trembling hands turned on the faucet and rinsed her mouth, and
then splashed her face. She fumbled with her eyes closed for a
towel.
    She felt softness in her hand, and her
fingers instinctively closed around it. Wiping her face, she said,
“Thanks, Logan.”
    “You’re welcome,” Michael’s voice
responded.
    She pulled the towel away from her face and
looked into the mirror above the sink, and Michael now stood where
Logan had been moments earlier.
    “You alright?” he asked her.
    “I’m fine, I guess,” she said, turning
around and hanging the towel on the bar on the wall beside the
door.
    “We’re not going to let anything happen to
you,” he said. “You have my word.”
    “What if something happens that you can’t
stop?” she challenged him.
    “Then it would mean we are all dead,” he
said in a matter-of-fact way.
    She shuddered, wrapping her arms around
herself. Michael raised an eyebrow at her and the corner of his lip
twitched, and then curled into a lopsided grin.
    “Why, Allison!” he teased. “If I didn’t know
any better, I’d think you were worried about me!”
    Her eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms
defiantly in front of her. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, and
with a roll of her eyes, she muttered, “Don’t flatter
yourself.”
    He chuckled and said knowingly, “I don’t
have to. I’ve got you all figured out.”
    He crossed his own arms and leaned against
the doorframe, his head cocked sideways.
    “You’re