Page 73 of The Bookseller and the Alpha (Witch Twins #1)

Luc

Thirteen hours. Thirteen fucking hours. The longest hours of my life.

Thirteen hours when I couldn’t feel my mate through the bond.

Doc had given me a shot of something that had helped with the panic while I waited.

I couldn’t stop pacing, and Sam said the growling was scaring the team.

Doc was right. The sedative did help me function, but it gave me jelly legs, so I sat down.

The drug gave me space to think. To help my team plan the extraction.

And then when I’d heard her mental voice, the relief was so powerful that I sagged in my chair.

Then I sensed Caly’s fear when she realised she was locked in a fridge... We were going to need a new conference table for the Security office. And maybe a couple of new chairs.

But she stopped me. With one word. She flipped the switch. And then shut me out. Beast could blast the link open again, because she couldn’t hide from me ever again, but I got the message. Caly was trusting me to do my job. And I’d already let her down so badly.

The kidnappers’ demands came in while Caly was still out of contact.

I was going to give them what they wanted.

And they knew it. With her as hostage I would follow orders.

Until I had her safe in my arms. But after?

Using my mate as leverage. Scaring her. Drugging her. They were dead meat. All of them.