Filed To Story: The Packs Doctor Novel Free PDF Online (Yara & Warren)
“Tsk, tsk, Luna. Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not lying. He’s not here.” Now I’m grateful that he isn’t, but I still need to get to Warren’s pack before he gets caught.
“So, the boy’s like his father? Going to try and rescue the only person he loves, leaving you here, alone? Unprotected and wolfless,” he says, taking a step toward me.
I turn, rushing to get away. I don’t get far before he grabs my hair and yanks me back to him.
“Get off of me! Get off of me!” I scream at him.
“Settle down, Luna, or I’ll fucking mark you,” he snarls in my ear.
I’m no match for his strength without my wolf, so I calm down, trying to think of a way out of this. He
begins stroking my hair, still holding me against his body with his free arm.
“Now, as it turns out, I just lost the woman I intended to make MY Luna.
The woman who was going to give me my heir. But since I’ve got you now, I think we both know that you’re more than capable of carrying an Alpha heir, aren’t you?”
“Fuck you!” I growl at him.
“Oh, you’re going to, don’t worry and you’re going to do it willingly or when your son gets back, I’ll kill him. I’m going to let you go and you’re going to be a good little Luna and take your clothes off, bend over that couch and I’m going to fuck you until I put a pup in you. Then we’re going to figure out how to keep the electric and water on here until I have my male heir and he’s old enough for me to take away from here. Then, and only then, will you be free to go. Do you understand?” he asks.
When I don’t answer, he yanks my head back by the hair. “Do you understand,” he growls in my ear. “Yes. Yes, I understand.”
“Remember, your son’s life is at stake,” he says tapping my cheek hard before releasing me. “Now, turn around and strip for me.”
I take a step away from him, willing myself not to cry. I can’t help the fear that I know he must smell and is obviously getting aroused by if the bulge in his pants is any indication.
I turn around and from the corner of my eye, I see movement. I’ve been a Luna long enough to have
learned how to keep my features schooled.
I don’t look, even though I’m desperate to know if it’s Quirin. However, I don’t smell my son.
“Do I at least get the name of the man who’s pup I’m going to bear?”
“Simon, but you can call me Alpha.”
Suddenly there’s a flurry of activity and I’m slammed against a wall.
The group of warriors takes Simon down to the ground and a large man comes sauntering over.
“No,” I say, recognizing some of these warriors as Alpha Warren’s.
“Luna Yasmin, are you hurt?” he asks, looking over at me.
“Is your son alright?” the female warrior in front of me asks.
“Yes,” I say. I have no intention of telling them that he’s gone after his father.
“Alpha Simon,” the big man says, looking at my would-be rapist. “Alpha Warren wants to have a word with you. He isn’t happy with the bruises you put on our Luna,” he snarls and almost as one, the warriors begin kicking the Alpha until he’s a bloody mess.
“Let’s drag his ass out of here,” the big guy says and the woman in front of me tosses him some rope. They tie Simon’s hands behind his back then tie his legs together leaving two long pieces of rope. I have no idea what they’re doing until two of the warriors shift and the ends of the ropes are tied around their necks.
“Let’s get him home,” the big guy says and the wolves take off, literally dragging Alpha Simon behind them.
When the big guy turns and looks at me, I try to press myself tighter against the wall.
“Luna Yasmin, we’re not here for you. As long as you and your son stay away, we won’t bother you. And rest assured, Alpha Simon won’t be bothering you again either.” I nod.
The man looks at the woman in front of me. “Let’s go Laney.”
She nods at me, and then the two of them shift and take off.
I give them a twenty-minute head start before I begin following them. I need to get to my son before he does something stupid!
Warren.
Waking up with Yara back in my arms and safe, is incredible. Waking up with my mate straddling me and sliding herself down my hard length is fucking fantastic.
I’d spent hours reconnecting with Yara, mentally and physically last night, needing to feel the connection to her, needing to feel her. And now, apparently, my mate needs more. You won’t hear me arguing, especially when I get to watch her beautiful body bouncing on me, feel her body clenching around me as comes, hear her sweet sounds as she finds her pleasure, and then see those intense eyes when they focus on me. I knew this woman would be all passion when she finally I go and here she is.
“More!” she growls, still hungry for me. Just me. The possessiveness in me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Yara has become the air that I breathe. She is everything that I need in this world and this world would be nothing without her.
I flip our positions, putting her on her back and pulling both legs over my shoulders grinding my hips into her until I feel myself touch her cervix.
“Yes!” she screams.
“Is this what my mate needs?” I growl.
“Yes!”
I thrust hard into her, giving her what she needs, what she’s demanding, and when she comes again, I flip her onto her hands and knees, taking her hips and continuing my punishing pace as she mewls and whimpers before both of us find our release together. I’m pretty sure my possessive roar rivals Charlie’s from last night.
When I collapse beside her, I pull her to me. “Feel better?”
“For now,” she says, smiling with the promise of what’s to come later. I growl softly at her as she lifts up onto her elbow, resting her head on her hand and beginning to trace the scars on my chest.
“What do you see?” I ask quietly. I know I’ve earned every one of these scars, fought hard in order to have them and survive them, but I wonder what my mate sees when she looks at my mutilated body. She looks up at me then back down to watch her fingers tracing the criss-crossing pattern of scars that covers my body.
“I see strength,” she says, not looking up at me. “It’s how I knew you’d come for me, no matter how long it took you. It’s how I knew that I’d be safe eventually. I knew that nothing and no one would ever keep you from finding me. These battle wounds are a testament to your tenacity.