The Chosen Mate Of The Lycan King
Annie looked her in the eyes, her eyes were filled with fear, she raised her hands to protest as the kidnapper pinned her arms to the side of the car, pressing her head down roughly, she fell silent as she felt the mouth of the pistol on the back of her head.
The third kidnapper, a bigger man, stood by the truck, a rifle hanging over his shoulder, his eyes looking around the street, it was empty, nobody was around.
“Please!” Annie cried, her voice shaking, her body shaking in fear as the man held her in place.
“I’m just a maid, I swear! I won’t tell anyone; just let me go!” she begged, crying. Her eyes moved to Keira and back to the ground, and she was afraid to look the men in the face.
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