The Commander's Match

*TW: mention of assault and ensuing damage*GemmaGemma Anne Foster groaned in protest at the sound of the alarm going off on the bedside table. For a full second she contemplated ignoring it and going back to sleep like the abductee she was supposed to be. It was unfair to kidnap her and then make her work!But she changed her mind when the grimace made her face ache uncomfortably, the last gift she received for assuming that she was a normal prisoner. It was a gift from the alpha’s son, the vindictive man – wolf – he sent whenever she did not do something to his expectations. Yesterday had been the first time she had rebelled outright.Of course, that was not to say that she did not get away with certain little rebellions. She just had to be smarter about it. The irony is that the only time she actually saw another living being in her own quarters, was when the alpha’s son came to visit. She did not like his visits, at all.Realizing she had to get ready, she quickly jumped f

Commander Dale Cleaver This mission was supposed to be a simple one. Track the money for the kidnapped she-wolves back to the root and then tear the root out. It had been an uncommonly easy route to follow. Surely the pack behind it couldn’t be that stupid? Apparently, they were. They didn’t have proper border control, nor did they have early warning of the attack. It had been surprisingly easy to take the pack house, so much so that he had expected to find an ambush inside. But there was nothing besides a greedy alpha and Luna and a muscle head future alpha. The Luna had even offered to warm his bed in exchange for her life, not once asking for leniency for her mate or son. He had taken her out, first, especially when his men informed him that the Luna had come up with the idea of trafficking the she-wolves. Turned out she was the brains and her mate and son were just the muscle to make it happen. Then he had worked through the files through the night and found that there

Grant He was half excited to visit Gemma; he could sense her intelligence, though he didn’t blame her for being untrusting. He couldn’t think that she’d had any kind of good experience since she’d been brought here and then his stupid commander and friend didn’t want his mate and locked her up again. Grant could see himself being friends with her; he felt drawn to her. Not in the creepy stalker type of way, but the ‘we could be friends and partners in crime’ way. He wasn’t sure how much humans ate, so he always put together a tray that would fill his own stomach. But this time he’d brought a plate for himself as well, maybe eating together would make her feel less like a prisoner. He just really wanted to get through her defenses and see the real person. He was sure she was an undiscovered treasure and he wanted to be the first to find who she truly was. Unlocking the door, he glanced around and then into her office and closet, but then he noticed the closed bathroom door and

Dale Dale had been annoyed with Grant, but mostly because he knew he deserved his anger.  He had helped the wolf to deal with the loss of the mate he had never met, keeping his wolf from going feral.  His friend would do anything to have a mate he could love fiercely since second-chance mates were beyond rare with their dwindling numbers and he had made a point of already abusing the gift he was given. But he hadn’t wanted a mate, least of all a weak human mate.  But his wolf had been driving him insane since they had heard that she had escaped.  So he had made a deal with his wolf that they would go find her as soon as their work was done, which helped when his wolf was quiet throughout his meeting with Elder Stuart and not attempting to break free. Once he’d managed to convince Grant to come back, he had requested another meeting with Elder Stuart after dinner and had asked the kitchen to make up travel rations.  He and Grant would

Dale He was sure they were gaining on the human and the rogue, their scent was stronger and his wolf was getting excited at the prospect of seeing his mate again.  Dale was still at odds with himself and his wolf, since he didn’t know what to do once he found her. His opinion on her had been changed somewhat with being on her trail, but she was still painfully naïve to follow a rogue when she didn’t know what he would do.  Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a squeal of fright and his first reaction was to run at full speed in the direction it had come from, but then he stopped short. What the hell?  What was going on? He stood in a small natural clearing with one dead and drained rogue and the scent of a vampire along with the rogue she had been following.  He followed the trails and what he could deduce was that the rogue she was following had led her towards the large tree, which she had climbed, but then the vampire scen