Chapter Eleven

After Dustin left me to fend for myself, I was taken hostage by Marcus. I say that because, usually, when someone refuses to go with you, you decide to ignore them, throw them over your shoulder and run away with them at blinding speed. That is usually categorized as kidnapping.

It did not take long for us to get to Marcus' home. It was a large, extravagant mansion. One of the only structures standing around here that seemed like it had been left completely untouched by the last several years of war.

Marcus yanked on my arm to follow him after finally letting me walk on my own. I rolled my eyes, getting tired of being treated like a doll. In the past, I never would have put up with this type of treatment. Yet, looking at the man leading me into his home, I just could not find it in me to fight him off. He was going to be my undoing if I did not catch a grip.

"Alpha, you are back." To the left a tall, attractive blue-eyed man in a pair of jeans and a black shirt approached, bowing his