The Feral Mate

Chapter 9: Amelia

Chapter 9: Amelia

Carrie was gawking at me. My nice-smelling prisoner was nervously shifting his weight back and forth. Meanwhile, the blonde man in the cell had his head on a swivel looking between the three of us.

“Um…what is happening, exactly?” he questioned.

I sighed. I was exhausted. I wanted nothing more than to crawl into my hutt and sleep for a week. However, I wouldn’t rest until all my questions had been answered, and I knew my girls were safe. I opened the cell and returned my gaze to the man I felt a mysterious pull towards.

“What did you say your name was?” I asked. He puffed out his chest, which I found oddly cute.

“Colt. Alpha Colt King, of the Blood Shore Pack,”

“Alpha Colt, do not say a word while I question him. Otherwise, I’ll know you’ve been lying to me,” I growled, and I felt Wolf behind my eyes, making them glow red. Colt nodded, and I returned my attention to the injured man in the cell. “Stand up,” the man tried, wincing in pain with each attempt. Carrie’s lip trembled, and I wondered if he was putting on a show to make her feel guilty. With a grunt, I lifted him by the throat and pinned him against the cage. Carrie gasped.

“Amelia, wait!”

“Shut it!” I yelled, before fixing my glare on the man in my grasp. “What’s your name?”

“Brock,”he replied with a hoarse voice. I felt his Adam's apple bob against my palm.

“Where did you get that ship, Brock?” He gave me a confused look.

“We won it in the war.”

“How long was this war?”

“Two years?” he looked at Colt for some sort of explanation, but received none.

“Why did you come to this island?”

“To see what sort of resources our new territory has,”

I searched his eyes for any signs of deception. I found none. I released his throat and pulled him out of his cell by his restraints. When I let go, he stumbled in front of Carrie, who took a few steps back.

“Carrie, take the restraints off of him. He’s not our enemy,” I said, already removing chains from Colt’s strong-looking arms. He gave me a relieved smile, and my stomach did a flip, but I ignored it.

“A-are you sure, Amelia? I don’t know if…if-”Carrie was inching further and further away, wringing the life out of the bag she held. I understood her fear. I knew after all the trauma my girls had lived through, it would be a process getting them to accept these male wolves. Thankfully, they’d also brought a woman, and many of my girls were already curious about her.

“They won’t hurt us, Carrie. Will you?” I stared intensely into Colt’s hazel eyes, just as the last silver chain fell away from his body. He rubbed his wrists and looked at both me and Carrie.

“I swear on my title as Alpha, none of the members of my pack shall harm anyone here,” he replied. I nodded, and moved on to Brock's restraints.

“Go back to the village and call a pack meeting. I’ll get the rest of them,” I said, and Carrie took off into the woods before returning a second later.

“This is for you, here! “ she threw her bag at Brock, hitting him square in the face. Colt erupted in laughter, which caused my insides to bubble in a way that I found exciting, but strange. Carrie ran away again, yelling ‘sorry’.

Once Brock was free, Colt gave him an affectionate bear hug. The hug was readily returned, but I didn’t let my guard down for an instant. They were mind linking each other, and Wolf didn’t like it. She wanted to come forward, but I pushed her into a dark corner of my mind. It was painful. Thankfully, my shaking went unnoticed by my new guests.

“Colt, why the hell are you all wet?” Brock laughed.

“Long story,” Colt gave me a small smile, and my stomach did another flip. Part of me wanted to smile back, but letting that emotion leak out was a bad idea. Wolf could use it as an avenue to seize control again. Instead, I steeled my nerves and set my features back into my usual empty expression. I picked up the bag and held it out to Brock.

“Get dressed,”

Brock looked down, as if realizing that he had been naked this whole time. He took the bag, covering himself with it as he backed away.

“Oh goddess…sorry. I uh…sorry,” he ducked behind a tree. Colt turned back to me, still wearing that stomach-flipping smile.

“So, your name is Amelia,” he said. I nodded, wishing I had my boar mask to hide the way my face heated up when he said my name. “It’s beautiful. Actually, it sounds sort of familiar…How did you wind up on this island?”

“You’ll learn our story at the pack meeting. First we need to collect the rest of your…friends,” I replied.

I almost said crew, but I was done thinking that Colt was a pirate. Pressing myself against him in the lagoon had overwhelmed all the doubts inside my head. His aroma of sandalwood and sunshine put me in a state of hypnotic bliss that I’d never experienced before. Scenting him gave me the same exhilarating feeling I had during the fight. Only this was even stronger. Despite being so close to a stranger, Wolf had been calm. I was free to feel. Free to explore. For the first time in twelve years, the lack of a boundary between my mind and Wolf’s hadn’t felt dangerous. Instead, I was exhilarated, powerful, confident…

Safe.

Colt supported Brock's weight as I led them through my jungle. I still had several questions, but I was sure they would be answered in time. For now, I simply wanted to begin the pack meeting so that I could go to sleep, and perhaps share my hutt with my new intriguing stranger.