Page 6 of Chained By the Alpha (Claimed Duet #1)

I peer down at it, wishing I hadn’t when I notice the skin flap.

The next second, my blouse is ripped open entirely, with the buttons popping off.

I groan as the flap of skin falls forward.

I clutch it, forcing it back, when I hear his bones snapping.

The next minute, a huge tongue rolls over my wound.

I shriek, trying to push the wolf’s head away. He snarls, snapping his teeth at me. He bites my hand viciously, and I cry out at the sudden pain, but he returns to licking the gaping wound.

“You’re not supposed to do that!” I shriek in panic. My father is going to kill me when he finds out Alpha Zayn has healed me. This is not good. He shifts back and glares at me.

“Would you rather bleed to death?” he snaps, reaching for my hand. He clicks his tongue when I whimper, seeing his bite mark on my hand. Leaning down, he goes to heal me.

“Wait, stop.”

“I didn’t mean to let my wolf bite you. You angered him when you refused his help,” Zayn tells me before ignoring me and sucking on my fingers. My toes curl, and an embarrassing noise leaves my lips.

This is precisely why wolves don’t heal each other, it’s taboo and only for mates. It can also possibly sire our wolves, but since I don’t have one yet, hopefully, that won’t be too much of an issue.

I am about to protest when he turns my hand, he rumbles in warning. His eyes flash black momentarily as he licks my palm and across the side of my hand, healing the wound his wolf had created. He then sits back, looking rather satisfied with himself.

“My father is going to kill me!” I hiss, knowing his DNA will be circulating in my system for a few days. If too much DNA is transferred, especially if the wound is too big, he would risk siring me.

“Pretty sure he would rather you be alive than find you dead when I could have saved you.”

“Yeah, well, he’ll still be angry either way just because it was you, and the risk of you siring my wolf,” I sigh, before realizing I said that out loud.

My face heats. Gosh, that would be humiliating if I started chasing after him like a lovesick-sired pup.

Our wolves are always with us from birth, dormant until a certain age; however, they can still feel and sense their human counterpart.

I’ve always found that part of us to be fascinating, and my mother used to tell me about mate bonds and the magic of finding your fated mate.

Our wolves can sense their mates through eye contact, which sets off transmitters to recognize their soul’s counterpart.

It’s akin to taking the saying “the eyes are the window to the soul” to another level.

This is also why healing a wolf who isn’t your mate is so taboo.

It can alter those neurotransmitters, making us not recognize our mate.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I’d rather you stay alive; besides, it’s not like anyone saw me heal you or saw your reaction to it.”

“You saw! And they’ll still know!” I tell him, blushing even more. He shrugs, uncaring. I glance away. Great, what will Deacon think?

“I save you, and all I get is attitude. Keep going, and I will heal your leg.” I flinch at his words, if he heals any more of me, the risk of being sired goes up even without having my wolf yet.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful,” I mumble the last part, feeling guilty, it’s just he isn’t the one who will have to endure my father.

When the light blinks, I glance up in time to see one goes out while the other dims. It is dark now, but that is the least of my worries as the temperature keeps dropping. I do my best not to shiver. The fighting from outside is fainter now. Is my father ok?

“Are you alright?” he asks, and I turn slightly to see the Alpha staring at me with concern.

I can just make out his eyes piercing into me, where he sits in the darkest part, having moved away from me.

That is probably a good thing because, despite not having my wolf, his saliva is now in my bloodstream.

It makes him far more alluring, which doesn’t help much, seeing as the man is already tempting enough!

At least where I am, I have one dim, flickering light.

Nodding, I wrap my arms around myself. “Yeah,” I reply, shivering, yet my voice stutters as my teeth chatter.

“I can’t believe this!” he growls, punching the wall and I look up in alarm. “I should be out there.”

His frustration is evident as he drops to the ground, leaning against the wall, clenching his fist.

Rubbing my arms, I look at him. “Maybe we’ll be found soon.”

“Perhaps,” he exhales, resting his head back against the wall. “How is your leg?” he asks, and I look down at it, only now realizing I can’t actually feel it. It’s gone completely numb. I poke it, and nothing.

“That’s not good,” he mutters, andsits up.

“Come over here. You’re going to freeze to death at this rate.” I chew my lip, wondering if I should. After a few seconds, I give up and use the wall to get to my feet.

As much as I want to argue, I don’t want to die here, either. I am already freezing, and Goddess knows when someone will find us. I drag myself over to him, and his gaze falls to my bleeding leg. “Can you cover up?” I ask. I am not going to cuddle against a naked dude whose junk is hanging out.

He looks at me in disbelief. “Does it look like there’s something to cover myself with down here beside this bag?” he growls.

He does have a good point. I take what’s left of my top off, although that just leaves me in my bra, and toss it onto his lap. Almost smirking at the fact, his eyes flash, and he turns away from me. Now, who’s uncomfortable?

Is he really going to treat me like I am underage? For fucks sake, I’m nineteen, almost the leader of my pack, and he just healed me. If anything, he should be more worried about the potential sire he has created.

“There, better,” I huff.

“Just come here,” he grumbles, yanking me down on his lap. I sit there stiffly when he wraps his arms around me. He pulls me closer and lifts his legs, so I am not sitting on the cold ground.

“Relax, I won’t hurt you,” he says softly as he rubs my arms, careful not to squash my leg. Giving in, I lean against him, welcoming the heat of his body. When I rest my head on his shoulder, he shivers.

“You must be cold.”

“I’m more worried about you… Your father will start a war if you die on my watch.”

He tucks me closer, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me flush against his chest, only for me to gasp when I feel his shaft against my ass.

Oh, heck no!

“And she says she’s not a virgin,” he mocks.

“I’m not.” I lie, frowning, but I don’t struggle further, allowing him to enclose me in his muscular arms.

“Yeah, you are.”

“Am not.”

He laughs again but pulls away. His hand moves into my hair when he suddenly jerks my head back. He buries his nose in my neck before running it along the column of my throat to the side of my lips. I swallow at how close he is, and his eyes flicker.

“I can smell your innocence,” he murmurs. His lips so close they brush against mine when he smirks and his eyes flash to that of his beast.

My face heats at his words.

“That’s a good thing. I don’t understand why you are embarrassed,” he mutters, tucking my face back into his neck. “Now, rest. I’ve mindlinked my Beta already. They’re trying to get to us.”

“Finally.”

“Yes, but it might be a while. The entire building is on top of us.”

“What?” I groan.

“Sleep, don’t think about it,” he tells me, and I sigh but do as he says while wondering how my father is. I tried to mindlink him, but with my blood loss, it is like I can’t exert that kind of energy.

I have to admit, he smells good. I internally roll my eyes. Wow, focus girl. The severity of the situation settles in, and I become somber once more. It’s just his DNA in my system wreaking havoc on my hormones.

Please find us soon…