scrubbed his hand over his face. “I don’t do romance.”
For years, he’d been satisfied having sex without getting involved in a committed relationship. Up until last year. When Jayden had seen how Ava’s love had changed Damon, he’d been hit with an unexpected dose of envy. Damon had never known what true love was until he met Ava. They had fallen in love and mated a short time later.
He’d never really thought about finding a mate. But when he saw how Damon seemed more content and happier than ever, Jayden wondered if it being mated wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
Mate.
To willingly choose to forsake all other females and bind yourself to your mate until death was a difficult concept for him to grasp.
After that night of torture, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to share a bed with a woman. Something had been stolen from him that night and he’d been struggling to reclaim the carefree life he’d once had.
Jayden took another drink and let his eyes drift shut.
Images of that night spilled out behind his closed lids. He remembered the stench of the room, stale urine and skunk, the typical telltale scent of red wolves. He’d gone into that filthy room in hopes of finding Haley. He’d been appalled when he found her, gagged and tied down to a filthy mattress that reeked of the rogue red wolf pack that had abducted her. She struggled with her bindings, trying to scream as a rogue wolf jumped on top of her and unzipped his pants.
Anger didn’t begin to describe the emotion vibrating through his body at the scene. Jayden saw red, literally red as he growled and snatched the wolf off Haley. Before the wolf knew what hit him, Jayden was there behind him, his hands placed strategically on the top and bottom of the wolf’s head. He twisted, feeling the snap of the asshole’s neck under his palms.
His rage had been so great that he hadn’t stopped. He twisted until he almost ripped the rogue werewolf’s head from his useless body. He would have pulled the guy’s head clean off if those other three red wolves hadn’t shown up and hit him in the head with a baseball bat.
Lights exploded from behind his eyes until he was blinded by the illumination. The blow had made him dizzy, unable to fight and defend himself. The next thing he knew he was stripped naked and tied up, hanging from the ceiling in a different room.
He grimaced against each slam of the bat against his body as the red wolf use his head as practice for his golf swing. Pain exploded throughout his head as he felt his eye socket shatter and his nose break in a snap. He could still taste the coppery acid as blood dripped into his mouth. He caught a blow against his ear, rattling his brain and making him momentarily lose all hearing on that side.
If Jayden had thought that was the extent of their torture, he had been wrong. Red wolves were violent and deadly and everyone thought they had become extinct by killing each other off. The Arkansas Pack had discovered there was still a small sect of red wolves, and they didn’t follow Pack Law. And they certainly didn’t play fair in the rules of war. Red wolves loved torture and got off on inflicting pain on others.
Jayden flinched as he recalled the feeling of cold wire being wrapped tightly around his genitals and thigh. Disgust and fear snaked up his spine thinking they were about to amputate his dick. He bit down hard, refusing to scream or to cry out. With every hit of the bat and kick in the ribs he’d only managed to groan out his pain. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of screaming.
“Scream for me, Were.” The red wolf’s rancid breath hit his nose as he smiled menacingly close to Jayden.
“Fuck off.” Jayden spat out another tooth he’d lost to the bat. He knew he could regenerate another tooth. If he got out alive.
“I bet I can make you scream. I bet I can make you scream like a little bitch.” The red wolf stood and rubbed the frayed end of an extension cord
For years, he’d been satisfied having sex without getting involved in a committed relationship. Up until last year. When Jayden had seen how Ava’s love had changed Damon, he’d been hit with an unexpected dose of envy. Damon had never known what true love was until he met Ava. They had fallen in love and mated a short time later.
He’d never really thought about finding a mate. But when he saw how Damon seemed more content and happier than ever, Jayden wondered if it being mated wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
Mate.
To willingly choose to forsake all other females and bind yourself to your mate until death was a difficult concept for him to grasp.
After that night of torture, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to share a bed with a woman. Something had been stolen from him that night and he’d been struggling to reclaim the carefree life he’d once had.
Jayden took another drink and let his eyes drift shut.
Images of that night spilled out behind his closed lids. He remembered the stench of the room, stale urine and skunk, the typical telltale scent of red wolves. He’d gone into that filthy room in hopes of finding Haley. He’d been appalled when he found her, gagged and tied down to a filthy mattress that reeked of the rogue red wolf pack that had abducted her. She struggled with her bindings, trying to scream as a rogue wolf jumped on top of her and unzipped his pants.
Anger didn’t begin to describe the emotion vibrating through his body at the scene. Jayden saw red, literally red as he growled and snatched the wolf off Haley. Before the wolf knew what hit him, Jayden was there behind him, his hands placed strategically on the top and bottom of the wolf’s head. He twisted, feeling the snap of the asshole’s neck under his palms.
His rage had been so great that he hadn’t stopped. He twisted until he almost ripped the rogue werewolf’s head from his useless body. He would have pulled the guy’s head clean off if those other three red wolves hadn’t shown up and hit him in the head with a baseball bat.
Lights exploded from behind his eyes until he was blinded by the illumination. The blow had made him dizzy, unable to fight and defend himself. The next thing he knew he was stripped naked and tied up, hanging from the ceiling in a different room.
He grimaced against each slam of the bat against his body as the red wolf use his head as practice for his golf swing. Pain exploded throughout his head as he felt his eye socket shatter and his nose break in a snap. He could still taste the coppery acid as blood dripped into his mouth. He caught a blow against his ear, rattling his brain and making him momentarily lose all hearing on that side.
If Jayden had thought that was the extent of their torture, he had been wrong. Red wolves were violent and deadly and everyone thought they had become extinct by killing each other off. The Arkansas Pack had discovered there was still a small sect of red wolves, and they didn’t follow Pack Law. And they certainly didn’t play fair in the rules of war. Red wolves loved torture and got off on inflicting pain on others.
Jayden flinched as he recalled the feeling of cold wire being wrapped tightly around his genitals and thigh. Disgust and fear snaked up his spine thinking they were about to amputate his dick. He bit down hard, refusing to scream or to cry out. With every hit of the bat and kick in the ribs he’d only managed to groan out his pain. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of screaming.
“Scream for me, Were.” The red wolf’s rancid breath hit his nose as he smiled menacingly close to Jayden.
“Fuck off.” Jayden spat out another tooth he’d lost to the bat. He knew he could regenerate another tooth. If he got out alive.
“I bet I can make you scream. I bet I can make you scream like a little bitch.” The red wolf stood and rubbed the frayed end of an extension cord
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