No Alpha by G. Bailey

Author:G. Bailey [Bailey, G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Midnight Publishing Limited
Published: 2022-05-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

I let out a little pain-filled groan as I wake up, feeling rope tied around my chest and arms, and my legs are spread around a horse under me. We are riding fast through a forest, and I look down at the pale, muscular arms around me that hold the reins. I try to move only to find my hands are tied together tight enough that they are cutting into my skin. I feel terrible, and I try to think back to what happened, only to come up blank. I was arguing with Misty on the beach, then there was nothing. Like my rider can sense I am awake, he slows the horse down a little.

"Wh-who are you?" I nervously ask.

"You don't know me. I am a friend of the Xan Pack. The head beta to be precise, Elodie Masters," he tells me, making it clear he knows exactly who I am. If he is the head beta of the Xan Pack, then I have no doubt where he is taking me. If the pack is as brutal as Alpha told me they are, I won’t live long inside it. I can feel the cold in the air, and we are riding uphill now, suggesting we must be heading to the mountains.

"Why?" I ask, knowing I don't need to say anything else. I just want to understand why the alpha could possibly want me, and why this beta wanted to take me. I’m nothing. They should have taken anyone else.

"It's you or my sister. I am sorry for this. I truly am," he replies, and I can tell he really is sorry from his tone alone. I struggle to keep my eyes open much longer, feeling myself drifting off and waking up every now and then as we ride. The side of my head aches, sending little sharp stabs of pain through my head every so often. Eventually, it becomes easier to stay awake as we run through the forest when, suddenly, we come to a halt near a creek.

"Are we stopping?" I ask. I know there is little chance I can escape this man, and where would I really go anyway? Back to the Alpha Brothers who I clearly mean nothing to? No, I can’t do that. I swallow the pain that is deep in my heart and force myself to forget it.

"The horse needs a break. We have been riding for a day," the man tells me. He ties the horse near the creek on a branch before he pulls me off the horse and carries me, placing me so I am resting with my back against the tree. I look up at my captor, seeing his black wavy hair first, then his bright blue eyes and strange black markings on his cheeks that look like daggers. His outfit is all leather pressed tight against his muscular form, and he is covered in weapons. It makes me wonder how he got into the pack looking like this, looking nothing like anyone in the pack.

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