The Lone Alpha Unleashed: A Big Girl Meets Bad Wolf Romance by Molly Prince Read Free Book Online

my wrists and ankles.
    Shit… oh shit .
    I opened my mouth to scream, but
no sound came out. What the hell had they done to me? Where the hell was I?
This was like something out of a horror film. Literally, my worst nightmare
made real.
    I remembered a night out with
Trudy. I remembered a handsome British guy who seemed as eager to hook up with
me as I was with him. And then everything was just a blur.
    I was about to be punished for
my promiscuity wasn’t I? I was going to be tortured because some sick bastard
hated women. Why hadn’t I stayed at home pining for James instead of letting
Trudy convince me I needed a night out?
    The door opened and someone
dressed up as an old-fashioned doctor entered the room. I’d been expecting the
hunky Brit who’d clearly been involved in my abduction, not this gray little
man with a comb-over.
    He’d gone all out to look like
the genuine article. Lab coat, stethoscope, right down to the shiny circular
disk on a headband. I had know idea what that thing was called, let alone what
it did.
    I tried to calm down. I needed
to think before the scalpels came out and the torture began. My captor was
clearly delusional, maybe I could work with that.
    “Good Morning Miss Derry. How
are we feeling today?”
    I’m feeling… wait who? It’s
Ms Jones actually, perhaps you have the wrong room.
    Except what I actually said was:
“You won’t get away with this. They’ll find me sooner or later.”
    “Well, it’s been what,” the
Doctor reached out and briefly laid a hand on my belly. My big, round, pregnant
belly, “almost nine months now? I’m putting my money on later.”
    He quickly stepped backwards,
away from the bed as I… or Miss Derry strained against her bonds. But there was
some kind of twisted longing in his eyes as he looked at me… her… whoever. His
eyes had lit up when he had touched my… our… belly.
    What the hell? What the hell?
What the hell?
    I didn’t speak, but my mouth
moved and words came out, “I’m going to kill you.”
    What the hell?
    “Excuse me. I didn’t quite catch
that.”
    “I said I’m going to kill you.”
    I saw just a the faintest
flicker of fear in the eyes of the man who may or may not have been a doctor,
but was almost certainly a lunatic. I really had no idea what was going on. It
was like I was trapped in some kind of dream or vision. Whatever was happening,
I was obviously just a passenger. Miss Derry, whoever she was, was at the
wheel. And apparently Miss Derry was a bit of a bad ass. A very, very pregnant
bad ass, but a bad ass nonetheless. That gave me a glimmer of hope, even though
I still had no idea what was going on.
    “I’ll take my chances Miss
Derry.”
    “Just let me out of here you
sick son-of-a-bitch, let me out of here or I’ll fucking k…. unghhhh… Jesus that
hurts.”
    Miss Derry strained against her
bonds and groaned in pain as what I assumed was a contraction hit. It was odd
though, I could feel the coarse straps biting into my wrists, I could feel the
starchy fabric of the hospital gown against my skin, but not the contraction.
    The doctor (or serial killer, I
was still on the fence about that one) looked excited as he approached the bed
once more.
    “Well, well, well… You’re about
a week early but well within the parameters for a healthy…”
    Without warning the body I was
riding shotgun in lunged forward and I yelped silently in surprise as my
forehead crashed painfully into the doctor’s. It was done with so much force I
expected him to be sent flying backwards. But instead he fell forward on top of
us and I tasted blood and snot and... Oh, that is so gross . Miss Derry
had her teeth around the doctor’s nose so tight she’d broken the skin.
    “U-oo i or i ie oor ose oh”
    She clamped down harder to show
him she meant business.
    “U-oo i!”
    I could barely decipher the
words, but her meaning was clear. He got the message and undid one of her wrist
straps. Her teeth remained clamped around