Page 10 of Unknowingly Adopting the Alpha
The Brown Pack had taken my mate. The neighboring town had their own wolf shifter pack and we’d fought over eachother’s territories for decades. They weren’t welcome here in our town! How thefuckdid they find my Cass?!
I shifted, standing naked in the late fall evening weather, then I ran inside, checking every room.
He wasn’t there.
Shifting back, I ran to my pack, my mind yelling and cursing the whole way. My packmates who were shifted came running toward me, joining me in my mad run toward Dad’s place, all asking me telepathically what was happening.
Dad must’ve felt us approach, because he was out the door, shifted and battle ready.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded.
“The Brown Pack was in our territory tonight,” I growled, my packmates mirroring my anger. “They took Cass.”
“Then we’ll just have to get him back,”Dad said, his tone final.
The pack knew better than to question who Cass was, but I didn’t want Cass’s life to be in further danger, so I quickly ordered, “I need five to come with me who are willing to fight. We leave now.”
I had no idea when to tell them I’d found my mate, but now wasn’t the time. He was human and I had yet to prove myself as their alpha. We would get Cass back. Then I would figure out the rest.
Chapter Eight
Cassian
My kidnappers were so nice!
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly eat another, Greg,” I giggled and ate the rest of my muffin.
“Hush,” Greg said, handing me another one. “I baked them just for you.”
Again, so nice!
“I wish I could eat more,” I admitted. “But I need to watch my figure a bit.”
Rowan came back into the living room just as I said that. He stopped. “No way, Cass. You’re a catch!”
Blushing, I waved him off. “Oh, you’re just being nice.”
Rowan grinned. “Nah, I’m just being honest.”
They’d brought me here and asked so many questions about wolves. It seemed they were searching for someone named Jeremy. I’d concluded that they had to be some kind of countryside mafia gang and Jeremy was someone they either needed to kill, or like me, kidnap. Their gangs were called packs and they called themselves wolves. It was sort of cool!
After an hour of their questions, which simultaneously left me curious and confused, they seemed to gather that I had no business with any mafia or this Jeremy person.
Then my stomach had growled. It must’ve been loud because Greg had declared he felt like baking. Rowan had stayed and played cards with me. That was when their other friend and leader, Silas, had left. He seemed nice enough and assured me he wasn’t leaving because of me. He just had other matters to tend to.
It might’ve seemed weird to like your kidnappers, but I’d felt so lonely all day and with my confusion over Red being real or not, it was actually nice having company. It hadn’t been like the movies where they tortured me or anything, they’d just asked me things and I’d been truthful.
Accepting another muffin (this one was banana nut), I moaned and slid further into their couch, loving being somewhere without the lingering scent of mold.
“We need to drive Cass home soon,” Rowan declared, taking a muffin himself.
“I don’t want him to go yet,” Greg whined.
I nodded my agreement. I’d had way too much fun for this to be over.
“We were gonna have a sleep over,” I reminded them.
Rowan groaned. “We did agree on that. Fine,” he relented. “I’ll grab some pillows and blankets.” He went upstairs while Greg and I shared a victorious grin.
