Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 4: Best Laid Plans

Tonight is the night. After years of gathering my loyal pack of used and abused and an even longer year of waiting in darkness, we are finally going to take him down. They call us monsters. Unwanted. Rogues. But no one ever questions how we came to be. Sometimes the true monsters are the ones who can hide their sinister ways in plain sight.

My father, not that he even deserves that title, is the most vile being in existence and always has been. If everything goes as planned tonight, I will eradicate his useless life from this earth once and for all and the world will be better off for it.

A memory of my father comes into my head as I lie in wait for him. I was looking at him through tear-filled eyes as I was chained to a dungeon wall. The sound of my own cries are burned into my brain. I can almost recall the sound of the silver tips of the cat o’ nine tails whip scraping against the concrete floor like nails on a chalkboard. My demonic father wanted to make sure that the scars stayed as a reminder for whatever it was I did, so he used one of the few things that werewolves can’t recover from easily. Silver. I was 5 years old, what could I have done to deserve this?

Blood streamed down my chest and created a puddle around my feet. My arms were going numb from being strung up with silver chains, burning my flesh with every slight movement. All I could do was apologize over and over and beg him for mercy. He continued to s***h my chest with those whips until I passed out from blood loss. When I woke up 10 hours later, my chest disfigured with fresh new scars, starving and delirious, he began the same treatment on my back.

I am going to do exactly that to him. His life will end as he begs for my forgiveness but I will be more merciful than he was. Instead of continuing this treatment to him for the next twelve years like he did to me, his last memory of me will be a silver knife running across his throat.

“2 minutes to midnight, Alpha.” I hear in my ear. Jeremiah, my beta, mindlinks in a flat tone with underlying anger. He is usually the fun and light-hearted one of us so his demeanor only fires up my already murderous thoughts. My father’s actions not only wronged me, but him and most of the people in my pack in one way or another.

My father is an absolute monster for what he did to me, no question about that, but you would think that someone lucky enough to be blessed with a second chance mate would at least be respectful towards them and be loyal. But as we discovered after years of recon, my father decides that just after midnight at the annual mating ball he would rather grab the first piece of newly eighteen ass he can find, take them out to the woods and f**k them against a tree. He doesn’t care that his mate can feel the betrayal through their mate bond. Supposedly, when a marked mate cheats on their other half, it feels like fire crawling up your entire body. I guess it's the moon goddess’ way of showing her anger at your actions.

Just 10 more minutes and he should be entering into the forest where me, Jeremiah and four other warriors are lying in wait. Our plan is to separate him from whoever he is with, knock him out before he can call for backup, chain him in silver and take him back to our pack house.

“Midnight.” Jeremiah mindlinks. It is time. A disturbing calm settles over me. We have been planning my father’s demise for long enough. Soon his evil presence will be gone, and while I may lose some of my pack members if they choose to return to their original packs, it will be worth it.

“Movement coming in from the south side.” Gunner, one of the warriors says.

He’s earlier than expected. “Everyone hold in place. We need him to come in further into the tree line before we make a move.” I reiterate. We are ready. I close my eyes and take a deep breath to calm the rage in my chest. My eyes snap open when I pick up on the most delicious scent coming from the south side. My wolf is immediately at attention and practically howling in my head. And then I see her.

I recognize her from the photos my team took last year, but the image didn’t do her justice. She is perfection personified. Even illuminated just by the distant castle lights, her bright blue eyes shine with a look of bewilderment in them. Her dark hair looks wild as she continues to run. She stopped running and braced herself on a tree, panting with panic. She stops about ten feet away from where I am hiding, almost like she knew where to find me. She is even more magnificent up close. Her deep blood red dress, my favorite color, clings to her alluring curves. I watch her chest rise and fall as she tries to steady her breathing, my c**k hardening as I imagine her in my bed making her this breathless. I can see a bit of a tattoo wrapping around her exposed thigh. All I can imagine is licking, kissing and biting my way up that tattoo.

My wolf can take it no longer and I finally make my way out of my hiding spot. I can hardly control myself but I need to. She ran here out of panic and trying to get away from something, I don’t want to scare her more. My team of warriors are shouting in my mind but their voices are washed out and the world disappears around us. All I can see is her.

As I push past the last bit of foliage, she snaps her head up at me. Her eyes lock with mine and the air becomes electric. Her scent intensifies when she sees me, a confirmation of what this exquisite creature is to me. She is the most delicious combination of fresh lemon trees, mint and rain. She smells like the day after the storm, like tranquility and peace. Her breathing stutters and then picks up once again when I move towards her. In a few small steps I am right in front of her and she is looking up at me with those big blue innocent eyes. f**k. Me. I want those eyes looking up at me while her mouth is around my c**k.

I need to touch her, I need to know. I slide my hands slowly across her silk dress, over the embroidered jewels, to her exposed back. The most pleasurable sparks erupt from my hands as our bare skin touches. She gasps while I let out a guttural moan. Pressing into her further, I dip my head down to her neck. Her scent is a drug and I am already addicted. It takes everything in me not to mark her right there and then, but without even knowing her I know she deserves better than that. Worshiping her in every conceivable manner is my new life goal. Her throat will grow coarse as she screams my name from pleasure, her heart will be owned by me alone and she will never know pain again as long as I can help it.

I drag my face up her neck and delight in her shivers. I can smell her arousal growing stronger as my c**k gets impossibly harder and presses against her body. I found her, or rather, she found me and I am sure as hell not letting her go.

“Mate.”