Dont Lock Me In Again Novels & Stories

The difference will be whose name is on the lock. If he’s serious, I’m done dancing for men who touch themselves in public and call it appreciation. If he’s not, I’ll make sure he regrets letting my name into his mouth. Either way, eight o’clock comes fast. 8 AM. Address. I’m going.

How could this man be so confident in twisting my intentions? "Chris, are you seriously this delusional? I've told you—I don't love you anymore." His eyes burned red with frustration. "You're my mate. How could you possibly not love me?" Just then, my phone vibrated with another message from Drake. "I'll come pick you up soon." I quickly replied, "No need. I'll drive myself to the ski resort." The last thing I wanted was for Drake to run into Chris and start another pointless argument.

SUBJECT MAY BE MOVED TO LOCK UNDER COMBINED FAMILY PRESSURE. Mara whispers, “Lock?” Damian’s voice returns, flat and dangerous. “What lock?” Caleb looks at the wall like he wishes he could unlearn language. “There is a stabilizing lock under the power stack. It requires source charge authorization for correction protocols.” Renn’s eyes sharpen. “Correction.” No one in this city uses that word kindly. Caleb swallows. “Residential correction. Stock correction. Emergency mercy.” Mara’s face goes dead. “Clearance.”

“Why won’t it open?” “It’s got a timed lock – set for three minutes. It won’t disengage for another two.” Anders explains, jumping into his phone to try and engage an executive override. We all watch anxiously as she takes slow careful steps around the edge of the pen towards the pup. I lightly tap the window to try and get her attention to try and call her back to the door, but she actively ignores me – waving a hand back without looking. I don’t ever think I have ever felt this powerless and irrelevant in my life.

Just heavy silence that made my skin crawl. I walked back to the desk on shaky legs and opened the laptop again. Still locked. Useless. I looked around the office for anything else…a phone, something that could help. Drawers were locked too. Everything was secured like a fortress. Of course it was. This was the Don’s private space. And I was locked inside. How the hell was I supposed to get out of this?

Her hands gripped my shoulders hard enough to feel the claw marks that still marked my chest. The bond pulled tighter with every connection of skin until the release claimed her first, sharp and deep and I followed a handful of thrusts later, burying myself fully while the dens howls rose from the river’s edge. We stayed joined while our breathing slowed. Her forehead rested against mine. The residual heat settled into a steady, possessive burn that felt more permanent than any contract the league had ever written across my career. Van’s voice carried from the hard line. “Lock is confirmed. Every dens account tied to Caroline’s secondary authorization is frozen at the source. The contract is

"The structural damage to the lock indicates significant force. This wasn't a casual harassment attempt by your ex-boyfriend. This is an active, escalating threat. Which means your passive-resistance game is officially over." I let out a long, defeated breath, leaning back against the refrigerator door. "Fine. You win, Mr. Cybersecurity CEO. I’ll use the tracking phone. But I still have classes tomorrow. And I have a shift at Finesse on Thursday night. You can't keep me locked in this luxury birdcage forever."

Julian cried out. His hands blurred desperately across the keyboard, hammering the keys like his life depended on it. Each click sounded like fireworks. Sweat dripped off his chin, pelting the console. "The terminal’s locked me out, Sierra! The master override isn’t coming from inside this room! It’s from an encrypted satellite node—an inbound data injection!"

I was currently pacing the room, and then I heard the clink of the chain and I had to stop and breathe before I lost my shit. I had been apologizing to Mani non stop since I woke up yesterday. She was sad and a little bit pissed at me, but she was at least wagging her tail now when I talked to her. Yesterday it was a mournful hurt look, those horrid puppy dog eyes everyone mentions. I knew she would never let me take us out her survival instinct was too strong, so when Dr. Martin had talked about that wolfsbane, it sparked the idea. I had learned a very long time ago to pick locks, but I hadn’t known the locks in the pack house were rigged.

Pierce Harrington already knew I had severe claustrophobia before our wedding. He spent three years removing every lock in the house. Even the bathroom door was replaced with a curtain. For three years, he never closed the door when he slept, not even in winter when all the heat flew out of the room. I asked him once if he was cold. He pulled two blankets up to his chin and laughed. "As long as you're sleeping well, that's all that matters." One day, my best friend, Vanessa Ridley, came over to visit. She lured me into the storage room. The second the door locked from the outside, I collapsed. I pounded on the door, screamed, and curled up on the floor. The shock made me lose all cont