her sweet chains

episode 3 cont

      Jami didn’t seem to be listening he was standing with his eyes closed tightly biting firmly on his lip and quivering as a group of four men surrounded him shoving and jeering him- clearly thinking him a coward simply knowing that made my hackles rise. Jamie was no coward he had little control over his shifts, being born a rogue meant Jamie wasn’t taught control from the beginning he was taught if you want to live you fight. These tightly entrenched habits were difficult to simply erase so now he was trying to control himself trying desperately hard not to shift. He could and would fight these men but couldn’t trust himself to until he got control. Their shoves and jeers couldn’t hurt him, he endured for our secret. The rest of the team were showing better control blocking and dodging competitors in what had become in seconds an entire bar brawl. The boys could have ended this in seconds even in human form they had way more than enough strength, enough to effortlessly break every bone in the human body. So they fought as if they were battling a girl or a very little brother, merely trying to incapacitate including Derek even though he was a little more erm… enthusiastic. I felt a hand roughly grab a fistful of my hair unable to twist to punch my attacker without loosing a clump of hair. I shot my foot back into his knee causing it to shatter under the sole of my foot. I cried out as my attacker fell still with a clump of my hair in his hand causing my hair to be pulled backwards drastically.

“That hurt.” I said indignantly leaning over with my hands working to disentangle his fingers.

“Bitch.” He spat, now he was in so much pain his fingers proved easy to disentangle.

“You started it.” I sneered at him stamping on his shattered knee in what I admit was a cruel gesture.

“Jess.” A Sharp voice snapped pulling me up by my elbow, “you gave me a heart attack screaming like that.” Derek growled.

“He pulled my hair.” I whined, as he cut me off with a look.

“Just go with Jamie.” He said pulling me towards the door where Jamie stood rocking rubbing his arms vigorously.

“Shit.” I muttered as Derek elbowed a bigger attacker in the face cracking his nose with a sharp crack, he obviously had been too intensely focused on me to notice Jamie’s condition especially as he used a free hand to give me a not gentle shove breaching the last few feet between me and Jamie before ripping another attacker from Dean’s back.

“Jamie.” I said grabbing him and shaking his shoulders, “Jamie.”

“I’m here Jessica” he panted, the change has begun he was suppressing it but it would take over him eventually. He wasn’t in the situation to be able to fight it

“Come on.” I said pushing him out the door he stumbled across the threshold and into the dark Car park. As we headed out I chanced a quick glance over my shoulder and saw all my boys subduing the remaining individuals seemingly still intent of harming them, despite the fate their fellows has already experienced. The men who had encircled Jamie weren't doing this they were all down, unconscious on the floor amid several items of shattered furniture.

           We stumbled across the dark gravel towards the van, Jamie stumbling under my supporting arm as we raced against his change.

“The car.” Jamie muttered I reached over and put my hand into his pocket to dig out the spare keys. Jamie shuddered and fell to his knees twitching

“Jamie.” I growled trying to drag him on yet his bare arms had begun to sprout coarse hair that stabbed into all exposed flesh it touched. “Oh god Jamie not now.” I growled in sheer terror as I could begin to feel an itchy sort of restlessness Twitch in my legs and knew unless I found a calm environment soon I wouldn’t be able to restrain my shift and I would be hopeless against the animal instincts that went with it. I growled and in desperation I hefted Jamie up again and shoved my hands inside the waistband of his jeans. It was worth this whole situation just to see the look on his face at that moment, as he attempted to twist out of my wrist out of my reach looking horrified. I giggled and slid my hand along the waistband until I found what I was after, he like the others wore his weapon beneath the waistband of his jeans. I quickly removed a Dart before Jamie’s shock at finding my hand in his jeans had even faded I stabbed the needle deep into his thigh pumping the sedative into him. Almost instantly Jamie sagged even more onto my shoulder. I used my free hand to fumble the door open and yank it back. Jamie tried to say something but all that came out was a bark type growl. I took a deep breath and hefted Jamie up all but flinging him into the back of the van; he was no threat to anyone right now- except perhaps to his own dignity. As I pulled the doors closed with a satisfying clunk my ears registered several heavy footsteps of rather overweight and drunk men staggering towards me. Silent alarm bells went of in my head, and my body felt completely tense ready to spring. But I ignored them and made to open the front door when I heard a voice growl,

“Oh here you are w***e out here all alone. Think that’s wise?” I repressed my growl with difficulty and tried to resume opening the door but the lock was proving difficult as my hands were now shaking as the shift began to overtake me. From behind a hand enclosed each of my upper arms as my back was pulled into a solid sweaty alcohol reeking body, Another voice growled as though content by this view. I flayed in the arms that enclosed me not in a belief that it would allow me to escape, but because the shift was beginning to take my limbs.

“Hold still whore.” A voice behind me growled “it will be better for you that way.” But I couldn’t hold my limbs back any more than I could hold back the tide.

“Oh Bitch.” The other captor growled walking for the first time into my line of sight though my eyes only slid over him not wishing to view any of his features, “ now hold still like a good little slut .” he muttered reaching out to stroke my face with a single finger. “I wouldn’t want to have to damage that pretty little face.” He said plainly suddenly grabbing a chunk of my hair; he leaned in close lifting it to his face.

“Hurry up.” The voice behind me growled my senses returned and I knew in that instant what I had to do. I flung my head forward and heard a nose snap as my head butt hit its mark.

“Bitch.” He snapped as he desperately tried to stem the blood gushing from his nose. The fellow holding me chuckled. I stamped hard on his foot he chuckled again and rested his chin on my shoulder I almost gagged at the smell and on instinct I used my extreme strength, I pulled my arm free of his grasp and swung my hand across his cheek as he danced back instantly releasing my arms. I snarled looking at my blood spattered hand which was already showing signs of the shift, my fingers were becoming shorter the nails transforming into thick sharp claws that had left tears destroying my captors face. I shook myself first attacker who was still attempting to stem the blood from his broken nose had been approaching with a venomous look in his eyes but now he seemed to rethink it and dropped back as if seeming to finally think better of it. I leaned over and retrieved my keys from the gravel actually feeling rather pleased with myself I opened the door and slid in behind the wheel shaking my arms and legs hoping to dismiss the insistent twitching. It didn’t work so I tried deep breathing and sighing but I instead heard myself snarling. A loud boom suddenly erupted from inside the bar which made me twitch more again, then my ears pricked up as I became aware of the most unwelcome sound in the world- sirens, somebody had called the police.

“Great.” I growled as I started the van violently“ Great, great, great” I snarled as I quickly pulled out into the deserted street I had to get home the boys would cope and I couldn’t let the police find me as having a sedated wolf wearing torn jeans in the back of my van might lead to some awkward questions.

           Five minutes down the road I pulled over and stopped the engine allowing the night to swallow the van as I sat behind the wheel taking deep breaths as I tried to stop the shaking in my hands. My tremors had eased but I still felt the shift trying to take my body. I took slow deep breaths trying to calm myself and remember how Darius had taught me to fight the shift.

“Our beasts are our hearts Jessica whereas most keep them locked up inside them our hearts are much more influential. Shifts educed by emotion lead us to become what our heart feels. If we are angry enough are beasts are born to rage, if we are scared our wolves are born to flee. We can only control our beasts when we can control our hearts; calmly choosing to change is the only was we can control our wolves.” (This is why sedatives and chains are employed as initially anger tends to be the trigger). I breathed deeply  and found myself calming until I opened my eyes and recalled where I was and why at which point rage pounded through me rage and fear and thought I’m ashamed to admit it I felt a little lost. As the only girl in the pack I’d always been a target of a lot of men who had very protective instincts. Though I never needed or welcomed their Protection I was never free of it. So despite being eighteen this was the first time I’d found myself alone and not on the grounds, even though I was still well in pack territory and hence safe I couldn’t help but feel a little abandoned. I know Derek had done what he thought was best to get me out and the one who most likely to give away what we were had to go to, but he could be used to protect me, although he clearly hadn’t banked on Jamie Shifting and not me. I took a few more deep breaths and realised it wasn’t working my shift wasn’t progressing but it wasn’t stopping either. So I simply gave up I put the lights on and drove home the lull of the engine and the empty streets doing more to calm my nerves than Darius’s meditation exercises though granted I don’t think they were designed for use in this type of situation. But the sight that properly calmed me was the sight of our gates. Eight foot high wrought iron, they were there to repel humans not our kind as if I’d attempted it I could scale them without any real trouble but since our Families privacy was very important the gates were necessary to keep humans eyes from prying . Here we were safe and free. The gates swung open slowly seemingly by no trigger, but I knew there were three cameras surveying the gate and Andrew who lived in the small house just inside the grounds was watching as I entered, I nodded and smiled as I moved past the small cottage he shared with his mate Connie. Clearly things were okay I thought as I slowly drove down the immense driveway as Connie hadn’t appeared to warn me. But that comforting delusion was ripped from me moments later as I heard Darius’ roaring voice rip through the night air Even though the den (our pet name for the manor house) was still hidden from view well down the immense driveway. I often thought his ability to yell like that was the reason he became Alpha. Though usually it was only ever directed at me!!! As I drew nearer I was able to distinguish the words.

“YOU’RE SORRY. SORRY DOESN’T CUT IT. FOUR POLICE CARS SHOW UP TWENTY THREE MEN INGURED TWELEVE OF THEM NEEDING SERIOUS HOSPTIAL TREATMENT AND YOU LOT JUST RUN OFF UNSCATHED. TWO MEN MUTILATED IN THE CAR PARK WHERE YOU SENT MY DAUGHTER WHO HAS NO CONTROL, AND HAS NOW DISSAPPEARED.”

A response came but it was lost to my ears as I parked messily in front of the house. I slid out and rather reluctantly headed to the house. As I opened the door Darius head swung around to glare at me. There in the hallway were three completely naked men and my father who was still shouting so loudly that his voice made various items around the hall tinkle as if his volume alone threatened to break them. The boys shot discrete glances but generally kept their heads down Darius was REALLY mad best not to risk pissing him off any more than necessary. I smiled at the guys, nudity wasn’t an issue at all here obviously you aren’t dressed in wolf form and before you learn control that can happen whenever and if you turn when dressed well you rip whatever you are wearing so end up walking back to the den naked . Also the guys were always forgetting where they left their clothes anyway and hence I’ve seen them all in all their glory many times. not that it means they aren’t pleasant to look at, as they are all young and have rather athletic builds, all muscle none of them held even an inch of flab.

“Wow strippers.” I said lightly which received a glare from Darius, his eyes pure burning gold, which instantly told me not to push my luck by trying to be funny. “Where’s Derek?” I asked quickly realising he wasn’t in the line-up in front of me.

“Looking for you.” Carl mumbled Darius’ gaze shot to him and Carl seemed to shrink a few inches yet he continued I had to marvel at his nerve although he did address the flagstones beneath his feet “we shifted and ran back and Derek rather freaked out when you weren’t here and he went back to see if he could pick up your trail.” I gave Carl a small smile even though I knew he couldn’t see it. He was Derek’s Biological Brother not that such things mean much within the pack, we were all brothers, But Carl was Derek’s little brother and I knew that he absolutely adored him and that was the only reason he had spoken out of turn in the presence of the Alpha.

“Where’s Jamie?” Darius’ voice boomed around the hall even though he had at least stopped shouting.

“Um Unconscious in the back of the truck. He sort of Panicked and I had to um subdue him.”

“Roger, Dean go and retrieve him and put him in the cage.”

“He hates it in the cage.” I put in before I was able to stop myself but Darius silenced any further comment with a glower.

“Jess.” I spun round to see Derek running up the steps and through the still open doors into the hall. He was dishevelled long dark locks wild as they always were after a shift, spattered with mud and of course completely naked sweat glistening enticingly on his rock hard chest and arms. His eyes flashed gold to brown and back again. He grabbed me not gently by the shoulders and began surveying me, looking me over clearly checking for injuries.

“I’m fine” I said sharply trying to pull back

 Derek obviously wasn’t convinced but he evidently hadn’t found any major injuries so was fussing over the insignificant ones running his fingers gently over my skinned knuckles, bloodied forearms the large purple bruises on my shoulders the vivid bruise on my cheek and the bump on my forehead all of which would be gone by morning . Humans couldn’t physically hurt us well mot with their bare hands anyways. Though I was glad to be dressed as I didn’t fancy Derek stroking the bruises on my thighs in the middle of the hall.  

“Where’s Jamie.” he asked rather too sharply indicating clearly when he found Jamie he would be in trouble. Derek’s sharp voice was a stark contrast to his gentle fingers which were still brushing my bruised cheek.

“In the van he shifted.” Derek closed his eyes breathing deeply trying to control his rage as he growled deep in his chest. “It was fine I just thought it best to sedate him.” I said in what I hoped was a soothing tone but I wasn’t best known for being soothing. But I noticed Derek was swearing under his breath, he was a good soldier and would never swear properly in the presence of the Alpha.

“Your hurt.” I said in a surprising voice gently reaching out my fingers to gently brush a thin bleeding gash across his chest it was shallow but it wasn’t a joke if it had been deeper it would have cut his heart.

“I’ll be fine.” He said capturing my fingers with both his hands. A tiny smile sparkling in his eyes,

“Knives.” I said trying to keep the rage from my voice but it could clearly be heard bubbling up from somewhere deep in me. My wolf wanted to rage , she was screaming for me to go back to that bar right now and to avenge the harm done to my ..My…Err… my Derek. My rational brain tried to simply not listen to her even though my rational brain actually agreed.

“Yeah a little but don't tell Darius alright.” Derek whispered before kissing my trapped fingers lightly. I frowned slightly lost and tore my eyes away from his dark eyes that seemed to be becoming more golden by the second. I frowned and looked around the entrance hall, it was deserted I wanted to gnash my teeth in frustration they had decided to all go and leave us in privacy. I pulled my hand free sharply from a rather hurt looking Derek and stomped haughtily across the hall. I know its not Derek’s fault but that didn’t stop me blaming him at that moment, if he insisted on treating me like his mate despite my lack of enthusiasm for the idea that was probably why everybody else kept trying to treat me like his mate too.

“We’re in here Jessica.” Darius voice boomed out from the study “I want to talk to you.” I growled and continued up the stairs.

“Talk to Derek he started the whole thing.” I shouted angrily back over my shoulder.

“I did not.” Derek said sternly.

“You threw a chair across the bar.” I shouted stopping midway up the stairs and turning to face him,

“It was a bar stool.” He said calmly.

“Because that’s better?” I shouted vaguely aware that I was developing some of my father’s personality traits rather well. “I had the whole situation under control until you did that.”

“Well then I guess I’m sorry.” Derek said gently causing shame to sweep through me but I buried it under my anger turned round and flounced up the stairs. Darius could have summoned me to his study easily simply by giving an order as the alpha I would have to obey him but he didn’t probably as he wanted a helpful discussion and he knew that my participation wouldn’t much help I had a small tendency to just shout a little. I knew this abandonment would mean I would face a very unpleasant chat with Darius in the morning but right now I didn’t care. I flounced down the hallway as noisily as I could slamming my door behind me with a surprising amount of satisfaction although this quickly faded so behaving the way only young and very pissed off people do I needlessly opened the door again just to have the pleasure of again slamming it.