Mated to the Pack by Alanis Knight Page B

thinking.”
    “I hate you,” she muttered.
    “The feeling is mutual,” he retorted.
    Then suddenly their lips collided, pushed
together so firmly that Allison could have sworn she tasted the
pungent bite of blood on her lip. Michael’s body leaned against
hers, slamming her against the rough cave wall. His hand wrapped
around her throat, pinning her against the wall as his tongue
pushed its way between her lips.
    Allison’s leg lifted upward, wrapping around
his hip and pulling him firmly against her. She wrapped her arms
around his neck, and he reached behind her, grabbing her bottom and
pulling her upward, where she wrapped her other leg around him. She
could feel him bulging against the thick curves of her hips.
    His tongue probed wildly within her mouth.
She was breathless, her heart pounding erratically. He took her
lower lip between his teeth and nipped sharply, and she gasped.
    “Oh, god, please take me,” she begged him
with the faintest of whispers in his ear.
    Then she heard the grinding of stone against
stone, and the two of them froze. Panic stricken, the two were
unable to react, and the two of them were still tangled together as
Luke and Logan emerged through the doorway.
    The color drained from Logan’s face, and he
dropped the paper grocery bag he was carrying. Inside it, glass
shattered, and some liquid began to leak through the brown paper,
seeping into the earthen floor.
    “You son of a bitch,” Luke murmured, shaking
his head.
    Michael’s body went limp, and Allison slowly
slipped downward until her feet touched the floor. He backed
carefully away from her and turned meekly to face the two.
    “Brothers, please, let me explain…” Michael
tried to begin, but Luke cut him off.
    “Don’t bother,” Luke spat. “You’re dead to
me. I disavow this pack. You are no longer my Alpha, and this is no
longer my pack!”
    Logan’s lips parted, and he tried to grab
Luke’s arm as he dash past him and out the door, but Luke was too
fast. Logan grunted with his mouth agape, and he looked into
Michael’s eyes and quickly after his brother, and then back to
Michael. Logan shook his head apologetically, and then disappeared,
calling after Luke as his voice echoed into the darkness in the
cavern outside.
    “Damn it,” Michael muttered. Then, slamming
his fist into the stone wall, he shouted, “Damn it!”
    Allison said nothing. She shrank back into
the shadows against the cave wall, afraid to speak. What had she
done?
    Michael turned toward her with his eyes
brimming with fury, and he pointed his finger toward her
accusingly.
    “You,” he snarled.
    “Wh-what?” she stammered.
    “You,” he repeated through gritted teeth. He
shook his finger at her and muttered once again, “You.”
    Then he turned and struck the wall again…
and again, and again until his fingers were shredded an leaving
bloody fist prints on the stone.
    “Stop!” Allison shrieked. “Please stop!”
    She rushed to his side and grabbed his
wrist, pulling with all her might. His arm was rigid with tension,
but as she peered with wide eyes at his mangled hand, he began to
relax.
    “I have to find them,” he said softly.
    Allison nodded her understanding and said,
“I’ll be alright here.”
    “No, I can’t leave you,” he argued.
    “Oh, for heaven’s sake! Now is no time for
obstinacy! Go! Bring them back!” Allison said.
    “I can’t leave you!” he shouted. “Don’t you
understand? I can’t… I can’t lose you.”
    Speechless, Allison’s eyes turned toward
his. She could see the concern that looked back at her.
    “Then we’ll go together,” she said
softly.
    “I can’t endanger you,” he said. “Victor and
his pack are still out there, and they’ll stop at nothing
to....”
    “Michael, we go together,” she interrupted
him. “They’re your brothers. You can’t just let them go.”
    For a long, tense moment, Michael was
silent. His eyes studied the bloody wall. Then he hung his head