Once Loved, Twice Marked

Evil Intentions

“You want to know why I chose your aunt?” he asked. His smile held no warmth as he continued to speak. “I chose her because I knew what you were the moment I smelled you in that store” he lifted me up, one hand around my throat.  “I never found my mate and getting ahold of a female wolf that hasn’t already been mated is a b***h. Those that grow up in a pack are protected. They also have way too much entitlement for my taste. I wanted one I could train. Rogue females young enough are rare so when I saw you, I practically came in my pants at the thought of what I could turn you into.” Panic raced through me as my vision started to darken and I lashed out trying to kick him as hard as I could. He slammed my head back against the wall and then flung me across the kitchen, causing me to hit the island and crumple to the floor. “You will learn to submit to me. I knew all those years ago that once you turned I could mark you. Once I mark you I can force you into heat and mate with you. We may not be true mates, but the bond will tie you to me. I will have control enough to force you to submit to me. You will bear my pups” he stalked forward and lifted me off the floor again. He set me on the counter by the stove wrapping one arm around my waist to hold me still while the other wrapped in my hair, yanking my head back. Realizing he was making good on his word I started struggling frantically. I had been dazed by both head injuries and my mind had finally healed up enough to realize the ramifications of his words. “No, No, NO!” my mind screamed as I reached my arm out frantically trying to grab something to help. My wolf pressed frantically inside me. She wanted to come out but I was still exhausted from shifting back from the first time less than an hour ago. My hand finally closed around the handle of a pan just as I felt something puncture my throat. My uncle bit down savagely causing pain to tear through my body. There was a tearing sound and I felt my shorts leave my body. He pulled back slightly to remove his own jeans and I slammed the pan into the side of his head as hard as I could manage. The blow caught him by surprise causing him to stagger back. I didn’t give him time to recover as I leaped forward and began to repeatedly beat his head in with the pan. I continued my assault until he was laying on the floor unconscious with blood pooling under him. I stood there huffing. I needed to run but I was still unable to shift. My neck still hurt like hell and I only had a shirt and underwear on. Keys, I needed his keys to the truck outside. I reached down and began fumbling through his pockets. Just as I pulled the keys out and went to pull away his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist like a vice. I screamed and pulled up just enough to get my leg under me and stomp down on his forearm. There was a satisfying snap as his forearm broke. I continued my assault with the pan getting in a few more good blows. I grabbed his wallet from the counter and took off out the side kitchen door and got straight in his truck. I didn’t bother to grab anything else I felt the tears streaming down my face as I cranked the truck up. I tore out of the driveway trialing the controls on the truck as I went. I didn’t know how to drive. My only driving lesson in my life was when I sat in my father’s lap as he took backroads when I was younger. The happy memory momentarily broke the shock my mind was in and I slammed down on the gas harder. I needed to get out of here.