Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wolfblood: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

BLAKE At around five in the morning, we finally gave up on torturing the assholes and transported what was left of their bodies to the pack cells. All the alphas in Jasmine’s family had gotten involved, taking turns. After Jasmine’s grandfather began his work, it wasn’t long before Jasmine’s uncle also joined us. True to Tyce’s words, he shoved the knife into their literal assholes. But even with so many people taking turns to find new and creative ways to torture, it ended uneventfully. The pack members we held hostage either truly didn’t know where Jasmine was or they were exceptionally good at keeping their mouths shut. I leaned toward the former. I didn’t think it was possible anyone was that good. We’d tortured them in every way possible, they were begging for death, and they still didn’t talk. It seemed futile to keep going, but we decided to keep them alive for now, with the small hope that if we resumed in a few hours, maybe they’d finally break. But it was doubtful at this p

JASMINE When I woke, I found myself on cold, hard concrete. I groaned, my neck in pain from being in an awkward position while I slept. I tried to roll over and move my hands, only to find them very heavy. I could feel metal scraping against skin as I struggled to move my arms a little. I opened my eyes, looking around. At first, I couldn’t process where I was, none of it made sense. I’d never seen surroundings like these before—a small room with a cold, hard concrete floor, and a barred metal door. A barred door like ones used for jail cells. I gasped as I realized that’s exactly where I was—inside a jail cell. I lifted my head to get a better look, moving it to find there was a toilet in the corner behind me—one that clearly hadn’t been cleaned in a long time, possibly years. It didn’t even have a seat, and the whole perimeter of it was stained yellow. I sat up, using my core strength to lift myself, and realized with horror that I had to pee. I would have no choice but to use that

TALIA I was so horny, it was practically painful. I was ready to fuck the first dick that came along. Okay, not really, but every part of my body was hot and aroused. My nipples were erect, sensitive against the fabric of my bra as it brushed against them. My thighs were practically like jelly, tingling and desperate for someone to glide against them. And I could feel how swollen I was between my legs. Every thought consisted of Alex’s muscular, naked body, and what I wanted him to be doing with it at that moment. I couldn’t even concentrate on what I was actually supposed to be doing. “I feel like I’m now Blake’s official heat babysitter.” Jack sighed. “What does that mean?” Kyle asked, tilting his head at him. He smirked and said, “Better that I keep my mouth shut.” “Goddess, I remember when Emma used to go into heat. She was like an animal.” Kyle chuckled. “We were both living at home at the time, so we actually snuck into the high school one night and had sex on the gym mats.

TALIA After I completed my portion of the mission, I went back into Alex’s car, and Jack and Kyle followed me inside while some of Alex’s men stood guard outside of it. I couldn’t lie, my heat was unbearable. The longer I went without petting my cat, the more painful it became. Tears were brimming my eyes as I squirmed in my seat. “Blake owes me big time,” Jack said from the back. “Goddess, this is awkward,” Kyle replied. “I can’t help it,” I cried out. “Can’t you just go outside?” “Can’t, we have two alphas on our asses now,” Kyle replied. I whimpered in response. I glanced in the rearview mirror as he turned to Jack and said, “I mean, maybe we should, Jack. Let her have some privacy.” “The last thing we need is to give her some privacy and then someone from Bois Sombre sweeps in when none of us are looking. Bad idea, Kyle.” “Just a thought, bro.” He frowned. “Consider yourself lucky. I had to go through over four hours of this before.” I grumbled, reminded of the last time,

*** 2 weeks later *** TALIA “Good morning, beautiful.” Alex placed a mug of coffee onto the bedside table early one morning and then instantly slid into the bed next to me. The connection between us was much stronger now that we had marked each other. It was almost as if we had become one, our emotions connected when we were near each other, his running beside my own. At that moment, Alex felt both content and worried. I was sure that the worry was for his mother. “Is your mom okay today?” I asked, brushing my hand through his hair. “She seems okay today. I brought her her morning tea and toast, and she seemed happy with the small gesture.” “You’re such a good son.” I kissed him on the forehead. He grabbed me, pulling me tight against his body, kissing me deeply. “Ow!” I pulled away. “What’s wrong?” he asked, furrowing his brows. “My boobs are just really sore.” I rubbed one of them. “Does that happen often?” he asked. “No, not really. Sometimes when I get my period, but I do