Chapter 7 -Rotten Luck:Tyler

This is all one heaping pile of bullshit. I have spent most of the last day and night looking for the little bitch, Vanessa, and she is nowhere to be found. I think that asshole, Lucien, knows where she’s at and just isn’t telling anyone. That’s where I am heading now, on my way to beat it out of him. 

I approached the small cottage that Lucien lived in with his family. I stepped onto his porch and pounded on the door. “Open the fucking door, Lucien! I know you know where she is,” I shouted. I listened as footsteps approached the door, before I heard the sound of the door handle being turned.

“Delta Heir Tyler, how can I help you today?” Lucien’s father asked cautiously after opening the door. 

I could see his little sisters playing on the living room floor and his mother at the stove cooking a meal. “Your son, I want to speak to him now,” I growled.

“If you wait here, I will let Lucien know you’re here. He was just getting a shower after searching for his girlfriend for the last 24 hours,” his father replied, pushing the door closed in my face.

I put my hand up, blocking him from completely closing the door. “I’m not going anywhere, so there’s no need to close the door. Get your son, and I’ll wait. Unless you have something to hide,” I sneered, arching my brow in question. 

“No, it’s nothing like that. I can see you’re upset, and I was trying to shield my wife and daughters from the situation. If you’ll excuse me,” he murmured, turning his back to me and walking further into the house. 

I looked around, noticing the simplicity of the home. It was sparsely furnished, and it smelled heavily of spices. I didn’t see a television or a gaming system anywhere in the room. Lucien’s sisters weren’t playing with any electronics; they were playing quietly with marbles or something of the sort. The whole thing seemed ridiculously pathetic and a bit prehistoric. Peasants, they were nothing more than peasants. No wonder Lucien stayed with Vanessa for the last year; he was trying to elevate his status.

I looked towards the hallway when I noticed movement. Lucien was towel drying his hair as he approached the door. “Have you found her? Is Vanessa okay?” he asked hopefully. 

I knew he was faking, though, and waited until he was close enough for me to snatch him by his hair and pull him out the door. “You don’t have to play the worried boyfriend for me, Lucien. Where is she?” I bellowed, punching him in the gut.

“What do you mean? You saw Vanessa the last time I saw her,” he replied, doubling over. 

What a pussy, can’t even take a little punch to the gut. “I know you’re helping Vanessa hide somewhere. Now tell me where she is!” I growled and started to deliver a roundhouse kick to his head.

Fortunately for Lucien, I was tackled to the ground by Channing Stinson. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Tyler? Haven’t you done enough damage? Lucien and his friends have been searching nonstop for my daughter. Don’t you think if he knew where Vanessa was, he would at least tell her mother and me?” he roared as he rained down multiple blows. 

“He’s helping her hide so that the Alpha will punish me further. Vanessa isn’t smart enough to stay hidden this long, and she’s definitely not strong enough to survive on her own!” I shouted, staggering to my feet. 

I swiped at the blood dripping from my nose and smirked as I saw the Alpha moving quickly in our direction. Now both of these bastards will pay, and Alpha Riker will let me off the hook from searching for the dumb bitch. 

“Tyler! What is the meaning of this?” Alpha Riker shouted as he came closer.

“They ambushed me, Alpha. I was just coming to ask Lucien if he’s had any luck and to check where he’s searched,” I sneered, glaring at Lucien and daring him to contradict me. 

“Alpha, that’s not true. I saw the whole thing, as did all of the warriors on the training grounds over there. Tyler came to the Boone home and demanded to see Lucien, then he attacked him. Channing was giving me a status report when everything started,” Beta Mathers stated as he approached.

Damn it all to hell. I didn’t realize I had an audience. I looked down at the ground while I tried to come up with a way to defend my actions. “Tyler, I’m disappointed in your behavior as of late. I think that in addition to whatever Vanessa decides to do as punishment, you should receive 10 lashes for each day she is missing. This whole mess is your fault after all,” Alpha Riker stated flatly.

Well, shit. How did things go from bad to worse? 

Vanessa

I woke up when I heard a noise in the room. Of course, the first thing I need to do is use the bathroom. I stood on my paws to go to the door to let the vampire know that I needed to take care of business. Unfortunately for me, he wasn’t alone. Ezra was not only feeding, he was fucking a female. 

Great, now what do I do? Should I remain silent and hope they finish soon? Should I make it known that I am awake and need to be let out? Could I shift and slip quietly out of the room? ‘I’m not going to be able to shift back right away, if we shift now. I have been holding this form too long, and I am just barely holding it together right now,’ my wolf told me. 

Okay, well then we can’t shift right now. I guess we’ll have to just interrupt the depravity. I let out a low whimper and went over by the door, hoping he would get the hint. They were so into what they were doing that they didn’t pay me any attention. I whimpered louder and let out a low growl as my need to relieve myself became more urgent.

Apparently, that was what I needed to do, though, because Ezra looked over to where I was standing and grinned from ear to ear like a little boy with a new toy. “My beautiful wolf, you’re awake! I was hoping you’d wake soon, give me a second to put some pants on,” he beamed, rolling out of bed and standing to walk to his armoire. 

Under other circumstances, I might be inclined to appreciate how incredibly well hung he was. How did he not hurt the woman with something that large? What the fuck was wrong with me, staring at a man’s penis like I’ve never seen one before? I’m a werewolf for goddess’ sake. I have seen penises many times before. ‘Yeah, but you haven’t ever seen a vampire penis before and ol’ boy is gifted,’ my wolf half-heartedly chuckled. 

‘Don’t be so crass, Lena. He’s a vampire and the enemy, no matter how gifted he is,’ I scolded. ‘Besides, this is our chance to escape. As soon as that door is open, we’re leaving Mr. Deadwood behind,’ I added.

‘Now who’s being crass?’ Lena taunted.

‘Just pay attention so that we can get away from here,’ I told her. 

“Here we go, beautiful. I borrowed this collar from Adrian; it will have to do until I get you something better. Can’t have you running away, now can we?” Ezra said, clipping a collar around my neck. 

Of all the rotten luck, this damn vampire has thought of everything already. I will have to figure out another way to escape. Right now, I just need to take care of my needs. Some other time, I will have to give some thought to why the one he calls Adrian had a collar. 

Ezra scooped me up off the floor and carried me through the house, back outside. If I thought I could catch him off guard, I would try to run regardless of the collar. It’s humiliating to be paraded around like a prissy little show dog on a leash. 

After I finished, Ezra picked me back up and carried me inside. I was irritated by the thought that he needed to carry me everywhere we went. I obviously have four legs and didn’t arrive on his doorstep by spontaneous combustion.