Get Over It
Book One –
The Gods Made Me Do It
from the Cloverleah Pack series)
2017 by Lisa Oliver
Over It (The Gods Made Me Do It #1)
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all my readers: Your support has been so generous over the past month
and your excitement at reading about Madison and Sebastian has helped
me through some black moments. I do hope I have done these two
justice in your eyes. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.
and Judy – my days would be long, lonely and boring without you.
You are both amazing.
Madison Worthington ran his
hand over the lapel of his new suit and eyed his reflection
critically. The cut was perfect, the dark gray
material held a faint sheen under his mirror lights as it emphasized
his tight butt and slender waist. Madison patted the trim ends of his
golden blond hair where they fell artfully over his face. He kept it
short for neatness purposes but he purposefully gave the men in his
life something to hold onto on top. He leaned forward and peered at
his reflected skin. Eyeliner was expertly applied to bring out a pop
in his bright blue eyes. He just needed a spot of lip gloss and he’d
be ready to go.
“You’re going to knock ‘em
dead tonight,” he said with a smile at his reflection, pushing back
familiar negative thoughts about never finding the one meant for him.
If only Damien…. Madison
stamped the floor with his elegantly booted foot, shutting down that
line of thinking. His days with Damien were well over and his Alpha
was happy with Scott. Mate, I need to
find my mate, he thought, but he shoved
that idea away as well. I have a good
life, he told himself firmly, I
have all I need.
San Antonio was the biggest gay
pack in the country; hell, one of the biggest packs anywhere. His
position as Damien’s Personal Assistant put him closer to the Alpha
than anyone else except Scott and Malacai, the pack second. People
trusted him with a myriad of problems, and
I cope with them all. Madison was proud
of his accomplishments and as he gave his reflection one last look,
he knew he had every right to be. I’m
far more than the worthless skinny runt my father claimed I was.
The noise of people yelling hit Madison’s ears
as he opened his apartment door. This was another reason he loved his
position. Damien allowed him to live above the club free of charge.
The club was busy, but then it usually was. Rumor had it the Alpha
was in town this evening, which probably accounted for the higher
than usual volume of noise; although Madison wondered what happened
to the music that played twenty-four hours a day. Strutting along the
short walkway to the stairs, Madison peered over the balcony and his
eyes popped. The place looked like it’d hosted a WWE free-for-all.
The sound system was in pieces. There wasn’t a solid chair or table
left standing and there were even holes in the wall – large,
“I’m going to be needed in the office,” he
muttered as he took in the wreckage. He spotted Scott heading in that
direction and quickly followed. There was no sign of Damien anywhere.
Scott was talking on the phone when Madison swept
into the office the Alpha shared with his mate. The Alpha Mate held
up two fingers and Madison tried to curb his impatience. He wanted to
know what caused the mess. “Yes, if you could. An estimate would be
nice. I can’t stress how important it is this is fixed immediately.
If you can do it in two days, there will be a hefty bonus for you and
the workers. I’ll have the manager wait for you. He has my
authorization to approve it. Thank you. I’ll tell him to expect you
first thing in the morning.”
Madison shifted his feet. “What happened down
there?” He asked as soon as Scott disconnected the call. “It
looks as if the entire pack went at it. Why do these things always
happen when I’m away?”
“Love the new clothes,” Madison preened under
Scott’s attention. He couldn’t help himself. No one else seemed
to notice his efforts. But Scott was nice like that. “Damien and an
old friend got reacquainted.”
“Reacquainted?” Madison’s voice was faint.
He’d seen his Alpha in a temper and it wasn’t a pretty sight. He
was surprised the club was still standing.
“Yep. Reacquainted. Now I need you to...”
There was a knock at the office door. “Come in,” Scott called.
stuck his head around the door. There was no other word to describe
the height, those muscles,
and that face…Madison snapped his mouth shut to stop himself from
drooling. “They’re still resting peacefully.” Oh, and that
voice, as beautiful and powerful as the rest of him. Madison couldn’t
“Good.” Scott snapped. “Have a seat. I’m
just getting quotes. Sebastian will be paying half.”
“Only fair.” The gorgeous man turned his
attention Madison’s way. An embarrassing squeak came out of his
mouth as the man said “Hello.”
Madison couldn’t speak. He could barely get his
brain to function. The godlike man smiled and then his right eyebrow
quirked in the most delicious fashion. Madison felt light-headed, but
for the life of him, he couldn’t get his mouth to work.
“Nereus, this is our PA, Madison,” Scott said
although Madison wasn’t paying attention. He was drowning in eyes
the color of the sea. “Madison who will be taking my notes. Won’t
you, Madison? Madison!”
Shit. He had to answer. But all Madison could
manage was another squeak. His cheeks burned but he couldn’t look
away from what could only be described as masculine perfection. He
yearned to know how that beard would feel against his skin.
“Madison?” Scott said, “Write!”
Madison managed a nod.
“Maybe it’s better if I
leave?” the gorgeous one known as Nereus said smoothly. “You can
fill me in on the costs and stuff on the way to the Pack
going to leave? Before Madison had a chance to…well, Madison wasn’t
sure what he’d get a chance to do, but the thought of not seeing
this man again was crushing. “You aren’t staying here?” Wow,
his mouth worked.
“Scott invited us to the Pack
House. But of course, we’ll be here a lot.” Oh, that voice,
Madison could listen to it all day. His cock was tapping on his
buttons and he was worried it would break through.
“Oh good,” he managed to say and then flushed
again. “I mean how nice.”
“If you want, Nereus, why don’t you go down to
the kitchen and order dinner for us,” Scott interrupted. “Order
whatever you like.”
“Sure.” Nereus took Madison’s hand and
Madison’s knees went weak. “It was so nice to meet you, pretty
Pretty wolf! He likes me.
Madison squeaked then cleared his
throat. “Yes, I’ll look forward to meeting you again. I mean I
look forward to meeting with you again. I mean...”
“I understand.” Damn it, the laugh was deep
and sexy. Madison was ready to strip off his clothes and grab his
ankles. “I’ll order, Scott. For our rooms?”
“Ours. We have a large table
in the apartment. I
don’t mind replacing it if necessary. The apartment could do with
Nereus laughed and left. When the door shut behind
him, Madison dropped in a chair. “Oh, my gods...” He said,
fanning himself with his hands.
Scot grinned. “Close. Very close.”
“What? I mean oh, my! He was... he is... I...”
Madison needed to get his brain into gear. He didn’t want Scott
thinking he was irresponsible but damn, his mind was filled with the
god who walked out the door and all the delicious things he wanted to
do to him. He could worship that body for hours.
“He’s Nereus, son of Poseidon and a friend of
Damien’s,” Scott said with a laugh. “Do not drool on the
“But he’s... he’s...
I...” Madison was still in shock. His cock was pounding. Has
it been that long since I’ve been fucked?
Madison reckoned it must have been
because all he wanted to do was run after Nereus and plead for a long
sticky night between the sheets. Or up a wall…damn, he’d settle
for a hand on his dick.
“Look. Let’s get this
finished and then you can plan how to impress him,” Scott said,
giving him a pointed look. “We are going to the Pack
House but as soon as the contractors are done, we’ll be back to
Inspect. Nereus said he’d be
back. And he’d smiled, at me and
called me pretty. Madison did an
internal happy dance and then tried to pull himself together. “Yes!
Oh, my gods, yes. I mean of course. We will make sure that everything
is finished as fast as possible.”
If he had anything to do with it, Madison
would have the club fixed and open again within two days. He’d
hound the workmen day and night if he had to. His mind half on what
Scott was saying, Madison was already planning what outfit would most
appeal to the deliciously hunky man who smelled of the sea.
Sebastian snapped his mouth shut as Scott glared
at him across the table. The Alpha Mate might resemble the man who
stole his heart, but his temperament was far too modern for
Sebastian’s taste. He preferred the old days; when men were men and
there was none of this shit about having a sensitive side or worse,
Sebastian shuddered, manscaping.
“I was simply saying,” he said, in defiance of
Scott’s glare, keen to continue his argument with Damien. That was
a man he wouldn’t mind having in his bed. Unfortunately, Damien was
a top through and through so it would never happen. And now his
favorite alpha was mated to someone who clearly didn’t have a
problem with interrupting what was a perfectly civil conversation.
“Damien knows what you were saying,” Scott
snapped back, “and if you two had your way, this apartment would be
in the same shape as the club was a week ago. Now shut up, the pair
of you. I’m going down to the club to make sure everything is back
the way it’s supposed to be and if my mate has any sense, he’ll
come too. Personally, after listening to you two bickering like kids
for the past week, I don’t care if you don’t,” Scott frowned at
Damien who quickly stood, a contrite look on his face. “You two can
do what you like.”
“I’m coming,” Nereus pushed back his chair.
“I’ve got this feeling tonight is going to be a good night.” He
nudged his cock with his hand and grinned. Sebastian couldn’t help
but grin back. He and Nereus had been friends for longer than Scott
and Damien’s lives combined. Maybe he could find someone who could
scratch an itch? Sebastian doubted it. The lines between tops and
bottoms were clearly defined in Damien’s pack. Sebastian needed a
big man who could be persuaded to try the receiving end of things and
a wolf temperament meant that didn’t happen in a pack situation
very often. He let Nereus escort Scott out of the apartment and fell
in beside Damien.
“You let him talk to you like that all the
time?” He hissed at the large alpha. “He’s smaller than you and
a beta wolf.”
“He’s my true mate,” Damien hissed back with
a worried look in Scott’s direction as they made their way along a
short hallway and started down the stairs to the club. The place was
packed. “Believe me, a mate can have your cock in a sling faster
than you can say jack shit if he wants to.”
“Pff,” Sebastian was always ready to argue
with his friend. “If you’d…”
He broke off as Nereus froze
midstep and then
roared, “MATE!” Sebastian could feel the stairs rumble and the
sound of rushing water.
Damien leaped forward and
grabbed Nereus by the arm, trying to get him to stop. But the sound
built like a wave and when Damien grabbed Scott and yelled, “Go
damn it, Sebastian, move,” he was quick to obey. In his anger,
Nereus called the waters and Sebastian knew there’d be hell to pay
if Poseidon ever found out.
By the time Sebastian’d
reached the top step the club was flooded. Nereus dove off the step
he was on, presumably to grab hold of the mate he was yelling about.
Sebastian hoped the guy could swim at least. It was going to suck
having the son of Poseidon as a mate if the man didn’t like water.
He watched as big burly Doms grabbed twinks and something to hang
Then his eye caught sight of
the last person he expected to see. A bedraggled tiny man, in a mesh
top and shorts that barely covered his butt,
was fighting the water and losing fast. Sebastian felt the pull
immediately, but he resisted.
Don’t you dare let your
mate drown, his father’s words boomed
in his head.
He won’t, Sebastian
was just as capable of arguing with his father as anybody. He’s
a shifter. He’ll be fine. But as he
watched, Sebastian wasn’t so sure. The little man got swept by a
wave and there was a lot of debris in the water. Sebastian was aware
of Scott fighting with Damien to get to him, but Damien wasn’t
letting him go. Sebastian scanned the area, hoping one of the other
men in the pack would see the little guy’s plight. But they were
all too busy trying to hang onto anything they could find.
Not even you could be that
heartless. Sebastian cursed his father.
He wasn’t heartless but his heart belonged to someone else. If the
drowned waif thought they’d be sharing a Happily Ever After he had
a shock coming to him. But Sebastian couldn’t let the man drown. He
dove off the balcony and swam quickly, grabbing the flailing man
under his arms.
“You!” The man stopped wiggling the moment
they touched. Bright blue eyes filled with hope and wonder.
Sebastian hated to be a bastard, but he’d had
years of practice. “Do you have a room here?” He asked harshly.
The little man nodded, the light in his eyes
dimming. “I’m Madison Worthington,” he said and then gasped and
spluttered as another wave hit him in the face. “I have an
Guess I’ll be leaving as
soon as Nereus gets his shit worked out then, Sebastian
thought as he towed Madison back to the stairs. The diminutive
shifter couldn’t stand and keeping
his annoyance to himself, Sebastian swung him up in
his arms and strode up the stairs. I’m
just going to see him to his room. That’s all, he
told himself firmly. Madison felt perfect in his arms and Sebastian
could feel his body respond. Not
As soon as Madison opened the door, his room down
a long hallway past Damien’s apartment, Sebastian set his feet on
the floor and took a step back, intending to leave.
“Please don’t go,” Madison said in a small
voice. “I know I look a sight. I’m so sorry. I didn’t plan to
meet you like this. If you’ll just give me twenty minutes I can
look good again. That damned water wrecked my hair, and my face, oh
my god my face.” He ran over to the large mirror that took up most
of the wall and gasped, rubbing his hands over streak marks coming
from his eyes. “I look a fright; completely bedraggled. All that
effort for nothing. My hair and makeup ruined and look at the state
of my clothes!” Madison plucked at his top which was translucent
thanks to the water. Sebastian forced himself not to notice the slim
build and the lightly defined muscles.
“I don’t know why you’re
worried about that
stuff,” he said gruffly. “Clothes don’t make the man and
neither does makeup. I can’t understand why you wear that rubbish
on your face.”
Madison’s eyes widened, which combined with the
black marks had the unfortunate effect of making him look like a
raccoon. A cute raccoon but Sebastian wasn’t about to be swayed.
Nor was he going to take the raccoon into his arms, as much as his
body compelled him too.
“I know you think there’s a connection between
us,” he continued when Madison stood dripping on the carpet. “But
I’ll never take a mate. My heart belongs to someone else and it
will stay that way forever.”
Madison seemed to crumple for a moment, but then
he tilted his chin and his back straightened. Sebastian was impressed
despite his ideas. He did know how important mates were to any kind
of shifter. “Are you telling me,” Madison said in a low voice,
“even though you know we’re mates, you will never love me? You’ll
be with me, but won’t give me your heart, because it belongs to
someone else more worthy of it than me?”
“I’m not going to be with you. You know the
man who holds my heart as Alexander the Great. He was a proud
warrior, a great man. There will be no other partner for me.”
Sebastian’s heart didn’t flinch the way it normally did when he
mentioned Alex’s name, but he refused to examine why.
“Your heart belongs to a dead man? How the hell
am I meant to compete with that?”
Sebastian was more baffled by how Madison was
managing to stay upright. The man’s body was shaking and once again
he forced his feet to stay where they were in case he did something
stupid like comfort the little man. Even half-drowned there was
something appealing about him. “There is no competition,” he said
more bluntly than he intended. “Alex holds my heart, wherever he
might be. That will never change. I plan to leave here as soon as I
can find Nereus and you won’t see me again.”
“Just like that? You’re
not even giving me a chance? You don’t know anything about me.”
“I don’t want to know.” Sebastian allowed
his eyes to roam over Madison’s body one last time. It was time to
pull on his bastard cape. “Even if I could ever bring myself to
find a life partner, it wouldn’t be someone like you.” He curled
his lip up in a sneer even as his insides tore. “You look like
you’ve never handled a weapon in your life. You’re not a fighting
man. You look more like a butterfly than a wolf shifter. I could
never be with someone like you.”
Ignoring Madison’s gasp, Sebastian strode from
the room, slamming the door behind him. If his heart ached at the
sound of Madison’s sobs, he ignored that too. He needed to find
Nereus and get the hell out of San Antonio. Before he did something
stupid like hug a crying man.
Lunchtime the next day found Madison still in bed
when he heard a knock at the door. For a moment, he thought it might
have been the big man from the night before. How sad was it that he
didn’t even know his mate’s name? But when he heard Raff’s soft
voice he knew he needed to talk to someone and Raff was a sweet man.
“Hang on,” he called out. He quickly dived out
of bed and checked his face. He looked like shit, but for the first
time since coming to San Antonio, Madison couldn’t bring himself to
care. He hurried to the door and opened it, shocked to see Nereus
holding Raff like he was someone special.
“We’re true mates,” Raff said quickly and
Madison realized his shock was showing. “I hope you don’t mind,
but we heard about Sebastian and I wanted to know if there was
anything we could do to help.”
That’s the problem with
red wolves, Madison thought as he
opened the door wider to let them in, they
are just too damned sweet and too cute to kick. At
least he knew his mate’s name now, which was something.
“I wanted to apologize for Sebastian. He can be
harsh at times,” Nereus said softly, as he sat down in a large
chair, pulling Raff with him.
“Has he changed his mind about me?”
Nereus quickly dashed that flare of hope with a
simple shake of his head. “I haven’t spoken to him yet,” he
said. “I met Raff and….”
Madison knew what that smile
was about. While he was lying in his bed alone crying his eyes out,
Raff was getting sexed up. Lucky
bastard. But Madison wasn’t about to
be bitter about his friend’s stroke of luck. He wasn’t petty and
even through his pain, he recognized Raff needed someone like Nereus
in his life.
“Sebastian’s not an easy man to deal with,”
Nereus continued. “He fell in love centuries ago and doesn’t seem
to be able to let it go. I’m sorry if he came across as mean.”
“Yes, with Alexander the Great of all people. He
told me,” Madison didn’t try and hide the bitterness in his voice
this time. “Apparently, I don’t stack up.” He waved his hand,
indicating his slim frame, pleased he was wearing his pale blue silk
pajamas. Well, he wasn’t going to wallow looking like a slob.
“You shouldn’t give up on your mate,” Raff
said urgently. “He has to feel the mating pull the same as you do.
It was probably a shock meeting you, that’s all.”
There was that damn flare of hope again. Madison
wanted to grab it with both hands, but he remembered the stern way
Sebastian spoke to him; the sneer etched on that smug perfect face.
“I don’t even see how we can be mates,” he said trying to let
Raff down gently. “You know we only get one mate in life, and if
the great and wonderful Alexander was Sebastian’s, then my wolf
must be mistaken. It could easily happen. I was in shock at the
“Alex wasn’t Sebastian’s
mate. He was just someone Sebastian thought he loved,” Nereus said.
“There’s more, a lot more, but that’s his story to tell, not
mine. I would suggest you don’t give up,
though. Mates are special.” The smile Nereus had for Raff showed
how much he believed that.
Again, with that wretched flare of hope. Madison
knew he wasn’t mistaken about Sebastian. He was just trying to save
face. As soon as their skin touched, his body burned despite being
soaked. “He won’t talk to me,” he said fiddling with the hem of
his pajama top. “He said he never planned on seeing me again. He
said….” Madison looked over at Nereus. “He said he was going to
find you and leave. Why would he need you for that?”
Nereus laughed. “Sebastian can’t drive and
he’d never attempt to use public transport. He and I teleport
everywhere, but he needs me for that. He doesn’t have that power of
“So, he’s still here?” This time Madison
didn’t squash his sturdy little hope flame.
“He doesn’t have any other way of leaving and
I’m not going anywhere.” The look Nereus gave Raff was so soft,
so full of happiness Madison would have been envious if he had the
“Well, what are we sitting around here for?”
Madison said jumping up and clapping his hands. “Come on Raff, you
have to help me pick out an outfit. I was such a mess last time he
saw me. I’ve got to look my absolute best this time.”
Raff didn’t look
enthusiastic, but Madison put that down to nerves. What sexy little
wolf wouldn’t be interested in clothes?
An hour later, looking
absolutely immaculate, Madison turned the corner towards Damien’s
apartment. Damien and Scott were outside their door, talking to
Sebastian. Sebastian, oh my stars, the
Fates have been good to me. Unwilling
to interrupt what seemed to be a heated discussion, Madison hung
back, his ears straining to hear what was going on. Scott was getting
at Sebastian for not wanting to be with him…oh,
no, they’re talking about me. Madison
didn’t have to strain his ears to hear Sebastian’s response. The
man yelled loud enough for the whole club to hear.
“I didn’t ask for a mate.
It’s not my fault the Fates fucked up. My true love is dead and has
been for centuries. I’m not dishonoring his memory by taking a
piddly-assed twink as
a mate. My mate will be a warrior; just like my lover was; someone
big, capable of looking after himself; instead of worrying about the
state of his frigging clothes and water in his hair. The Fates are
playing a fucking JOKE on me, and I won’t have it. I won’t take
that twink for a mate if he’s the last man on earth.”
Hope didn’t just die in that instant. It was
thoroughly annihilated and Madison was sure he’d die with it. In
just a few choice words Sebastian robbed him of any chance of love,
happiness or having someone special in his life. His eyes filling,
Madison couldn’t help a gasp as his heart broke in two. Scott and
Sebastian turned. Unwilling to face the humiliation, Madison ran past
them, heading down the stairs. Nereus and Raff were in his apartment
and Madison needed to be alone. He headed for the main doors. There
were bouncers there and the doors were locked. Madison knew that
wasn’t right, but he didn’t have time to think about it. He was
desperate to get out. Away from the pack who’d witnessed his
humiliation; away from his mate who’d taken his hopes and dreams
and ground them to dust.
He ran to the side entrance. There was never a
guard on that door. The lock was stubborn, and Madison pounded at it,
determined to get outside.
“Madison, don’t go,” Scott yelled behind
him. “It’s not safe…what?” Madison half turned and Scott fell
on him, a dart hanging from his neck. As he tumbled to the ground he
felt a prick pierce his arm through his suit and then all he knew was
“You can’t force me to mate your wolf,”
Sebastian struggled out of the wreckage of Damien’s large dining
table. The fight with Damien was inevitable. Sebastian would do
anything to take away the sight of Madison’s stricken face which
seemed etched in his memory and as soon as Damien opened his mouth he
threw a punch at it.
“No one’s forcing anyone,”
Damien was having similar problems. His leg and arm had gone through
the plaster wall. He yanked his foot out, pulling a large chunk
of plaster with it. “But you didn’t have to be so fucking
hurtful. Madison’s a sweet man and your words devastated him. He’ll
never get another mate while you’re still breathing and now that
his wolf’s scented you, he can’t be with another partner even if
it’s just for sex. You’re a fucking asshole. You should have left
“I couldn’t let him drown. I’m not a
complete bastard.” Sebastian brushed off his clothes and looked
around for a chair. They were scattered in pieces around the floor.
He sat on the kitchen counter instead, resting his head in his hands.
“You could have fooled me,” Damien staggered
to the kitchen and pulled out a couple of beers. He handed one to
Sebastian. “How long has this lover of yours been dead?”
“Two thousand three hundred and thirty-nine
years. It will be two thousand three hundred and forty years next
Damien’s mouth dropped open in shock. “And you
haven’t been with another man in all that time?”
“Of course, I have,” Sebastian took a long
swig from the bottle. “Alexander and I weren’t mates. But he took
my heart with him when he died.”
“I also vowed never to love again,” Damien
said. “You’ve heard me say that often enough over the years, and
then Scott came along and, bam, I couldn’t be happier.”
“Your mate is strong and of
the warrior class. I
understand why you mated him. I’d consider it if the twink looked
“The twink’s name is Madison,” Damien
snarled and Sebastian realized he’d said the wrong thing again. The
Alpha was protective of his PA. “He’s older than he looks; has
been through a hell of a lot in his life, and then had the misfortune
to end up with a mate like you. Now he can’t be with anyone else
because you’re too stuck up to see value in a person beyond his
“I’ll get the mating broken; I have
connections.” At least Sebastian hoped those connections still
worked. He’d have to go through his father and he and dear old Dad
weren’t really on speaking terms. “Maybe the Fates will give him
“And maybe they won’t and last I heard no
mating could be broken no matter who you were.” Damien looked
around at the trashed apartment. “Scott is going to have my guts
for garters because of this.” He frowned and Sebastian knew
instantly something was wrong. His gut churned and he was filled with
the sensation of dread. To hide it, he focused on his friend.
“D, you okay?”
“Scott… SCOTT!” Flinging his bottle on the
floor, Damien ran from the apartment, tugging his shirt off as he
went. By the time Sebastian followed him down the stairs, Damien was
in wolf form and growling. He ran around to the club’s side exit
and Sebastian’s gut ache worsened as he noticed Madison’s shiny
black shoe with a note attached. Damien shifted back and grabbed a
piece of paper taped to the shoe, snarling as he read it. “Get me a
Sebastian realized in that instant that Madison
and Scott were gone. The only thing was, he wasn’t sure how he was
supposed to feel about it. He didn’t want Madison…so why did he
feel his life was over?
Madison groaned and went to rub
his head but the clanging of chains stopped him. Chains?
What the fuck? No one’s allowed to…. Madison
opened his eyes and they widened as he took in his surroundings.
“Where the fuck am I?”
His senses were muted. His wolf was there but
seemed to be sleeping; but Madison could still pick up the stench of
death and blood. He squinted, trying to see in the dim light. The
concrete block walls weren’t inspiring. Neither was the lack of
windows. His cage made Madison’s predicament all too real and he
spotted torn rags on the floor. His best suit. Madison gulped. He was
Fighting down his terror, Madison hated to be
bound in any way, he looked for a way out. His ankles and wrists were
shackled, the chains linked to the cage. He could barely straighten
his limbs. The cage was set on the floor but the thin blanket
covering the bars did little to stop the cold from the concrete
seeping through. He whimpered, unable to help himself.
He still wasn’t sure where
the horrible smell was coming from. It wasn’t him; Madison sniffed
his armpits to make sure. His phobia about smelling bad and being
tied up…nope, not letting my memories
go there, he thought. I’m
in dire straits as it is. A perusal of
the room wasn’t helpful,
though. There were racks on the wall filled with the type of things
Madison stayed away from at the club. Whips, more chains, knives.
Madison shuddered. Look away from the
The rest of the view wasn’t any better. There
were two large steel doors but Madison couldn’t see any locks or
hinges. There was a large chest in one corner and something…Madison
leaned forward, straining his eyes to see. It looked like…Madison
scuttled back as far as the chains would let him. It was a body and
although Madison wasn’t sure, he had a horrible suspicion it was
one of the subs from the club. Curling his legs up against his chest,
Madison hugged himself, not bothering to hide his fear. He just hoped
the fact he couldn’t see Scott meant the Alpha Mate hadn’t been
Madison had no idea how much
time passed when one of the doors clanged open and a harsh light
shone in the room. A dark-clothed
figure strode into the room, a hood half covering his face.
“Oh, don’t you look lovely,
all pale and scared, wondering what’s going to happen to you.”
The voice was harsh, but Madison knew he’d heard it before. A
pack wolf? He didn’t want to believe
it but as the man got closer, his nose told him his captor was
definitely a wolf.
“Not got anything to say?” The dark-cloaked
man seemed amused. He wandered over to the body and kicked it. “Joel
here screamed from the moment he woke up. I thought you’d have more
fire, dealing with Damien’s demands.”
“Will it do me any good?”
Madison looked up and tried to see the man’s eyes, but of course,
they were covered. Do I know him?
The man laughed. Not a pleasant sound. “You do
have a bit of spirit. I am glad.”
“Why am I here? Do I know you? What have I ever
done to you?”
“I didn’t want you at all,” the big man
waved his arm at the cage. “I wanted that damn red wolf but he
wouldn’t leave the club so I had to go with plan B. Ransom. Damien
would do anything to get that little blond he’s called a mate
Scott been taken too? “Where’s the
Alpha Mate?” Madison was almost afraid to ask,
but he had to know. Unfortunately, his
kidnapper wasn’t obliging because he just laughed.
“I can hardly keep Damien’s so-called mate
with my toys, now can I? Scott is safe and secure, just like you. I’m
hardly going to hurt the man who’s going to help me get that red
That meant Scott was unhurt and if he was okay,
then surely his mind link with Damien would have them out of this
predicament soon enough. Damien would be scouring the city for his
mate. Madison could only hope they’d remember to find him too.
Shit, knowing Scott, the Alpha Mate would shift and kill this idiot
the first chance he got.
The man rapped on the cage bars
and Madison jumped. “Thinking about our heroic Alpha Mate shifting
and getting you out of here?” Hell, Madison was already starting to
hate that laugh. “Can you feel your little wolf, boy? Is he ready
to spring out at me and rip my throat out? I don’t think so.” The
man patted his pocket. “Drugs, boy. Special drugs made to hide
scent and stop a shift. Neither you nor the Alpha Mate is
going anywhere until I have that red wolf.”
“Why is Raff so important to you? Do you know
him?” Madison knew Damien wouldn’t trade Raff for Scott no matter
how much he wanted to.
The man shook his head. “None of your business,
boy. Secrets. Alpha secrets. You should be worrying about how you’re
going to keep me happy. Joel didn’t do a very good job and he
didn’t last long. But then you’ve been letting the Alpha fuck you
for years, so I’m guessing you’ll be harder to break.”
“I haven’t….” Madison snapped his mouth
shut. If his captor knew Damien hadn’t touched him in over twenty
years, then he could become expendable.
“Yes, I know all about him
getting rid of his rostered subs when he took that blond into his
bed. But he didn’t get rid of you, did he? No, I’m thinking you
must be something pretty special, spending all that time in the
Alpha’s office. I can’t wait to find out.” The man put his hand
through the bars, stroking Madison’s leg. Madison gritted
his teeth although his skin crawled. “Oh yes, so soft. You’ll
mark beautifully. Here, do you want a sandwich, boy?”
Working to keep his face bland,
Madison nodded. The man reached into his coat and pulled out four
sandwiches covered in plastic wrap. He reached into
another pocket and produced a bottle of water. “You eat and drink,
while I attend to other matters and then I’ll be back and we’ll
discuss what you’re going to do for me. Don’t go away.”
Madison took the offerings. He knew he’d be a
fool not to. But he wished his wolf wasn’t suppressed. He unwrapped
and sniffed the sandwiches the moment the man left the room, the
clang of the door making him jump. Potted meat. He hated potted meat,
but his stomach chose that moment to gurgle so he ate them quickly,
trying not to grimace at the taste. The water bottle didn’t look
tampered with, but the light went out as soon as the door closed. It
was darker in the room than before.
“Can’t go without water,” Madison muttered
as he unscrewed the lid. Once he was done, his bladder called to him,
but Madison wasn’t going to give into those needs unless he had to.
The thought of sitting in his own filth was too humiliating for him
Dizziness hit him and he sank
back against the bars. Damn food must
have been drugged,
after all, he thought as he collapsed.
Sebastian tilted back his head,
letting the whiskey run down his throat. It wasn’t helping. Nothing
helped. He was stuck at the Pack
House because Nereus refused to leave his mate’s side and what’s
worse was when he tried to help in the search for Madison and Scott
he got yelled at. So what if he said he wouldn’t take the man as
his mate? He had a right to his opinion. Alexander was everything he
ever wanted in a mate. He wasn’t going to settle for anyone less.
He tried to conjure up the image of Alexander’s
face; those proud lines and the curly blond hair that hung to his
shoulders. But his mind was filled with a finer face, softer
features, full pink lips and a high brow. Bright blue eyes that
shone…Sebastian took another swig from the bottle.
“It’s not my fault,” he yelled at the empty
room. The answering silence mocked him. Nereus was staying with Raff;
no one wanted to speak to him. He couldn’t face Damien; not with
the man dying by inches every hour Scott was gone. Sebastian had
forgotten about that element of shifter physiology until Nereus
bluntly told him to lay off Damien completely.
Unfortunately, deep in his heart of hearts, the
one place he was truly honest with himself, Sebastian knew it was his
fault. He’d got angry when Scott snarled at him about Madison
because he felt guilty. All his father’s lectures about mates and
their importance had kept him awake all night. He’d managed to
block his father eventually, but the words lingered, tormenting him.
His only thought, when he’d finally decided to face the world was
to leave San Antonio.
If only…a sharp knock at the door stopped that
train of thought and Sebastian looked up, his anger surging at the
sight of Nereus. The man was so smugly mated it made his teeth clench
and he didn’t need to deal with his best friend right now.
“I’ve just about had enough of you,” Nereus
snarled. Sebastian took a swig from his bottle again, eying his
friend silently. “Everyone knows you didn’t want Madison as a
mate; yet now he’s missing you’re acting like a love-sick goat
whose harem’s run off.”
“I didn’t want to mate him; doesn’t mean I
wanted anything to happen to him.” If Nereus hadn’t been so
angry, Sebastian might have shared how he felt he’d made a dreadful
mistake. But he met anger with like, because that’s who he was.
“Well something has happened to him and what are
you doing about it? Sitting there getting drunk and acting like an
“Goat. Ass. You are full of
colorful terminology today,” Sebastian sneered, quaffing more
booze. “What’s the matter? Why are you even here? Your twink’s
ass boring you already?” Gods, I
should learn to keep my mouth shut.
“You’ve got no right to talk about my mate,”
Nereus clenched his fists. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed the
way you ignore him every time he’s in the room. You’re fucking
upsetting him and you’ve got no right. He’s kind and sweet and he
was willing to sacrifice himself just so Madison and Scott had a
chance of coming home. What have you done?”
Of course, I ignore him.
He’s reminding me of who I’m missing, you ass. Why can’t you
see that? Sebastian lurched to his
feet, his bottle fisted in his hand. “You stopped him from going.
This whole mess could’ve been over by now, but no, your little
twink was far too precious to be used as bait.”
“You didn’t even want your mate. Damien told
me; told all of us. You wouldn’t mate with Madison if ‘he was the
last man on earth’, so you said. Your poor mate heard you say those
very words. I can’t imagine how much that must have devastated him.
At least I had the guts to accept the decision the Fates made for
“Guts. It doesn’t take guts to fuck a twink,”
Sebastian said harshly, his anger putting words into his mouth that
should never be spoken between friends. “You’ve been saddled with
a mate; saddled with a worthless twink who’ll hang like a leech
around your neck for the rest of your existence. Now a warrior on the
other hand,” Sebastian swung the arm with the bottle attached. “It
takes guts to mate a warrior. A real man.”
“How would you know?” Nereus seethed. “So
you fucked a few thousand of warriors. Whoop-di-do. So have I. And
you know what I got out of it? Fucking nothing. Same as you. An itch
scratched. That’s it.”
“Like your twink’s any better. I’m surprised
you can even get you cock up his ass without him crying.”
Nereus closed his eyes and blew
out a long breath. “I get love from Raff,” he said slowly. “He
might not have said the words but I sense it every time he touches
me; I feel it every time he welcomes me into his body. That feeling
stays with me well after my cock’s gone down. He cares about me;
cherishes me. Something you know nothing about. He completes me, damn
it and I will worship him for the rest of my days.”
Sebastian stepped closer, drawn
to Nereus’s words like a moth to a flame. Gods, how he wanted that
in his life. He didn’t realize it until Nereus laid it all out, as
plain as day, but now he craved it. But Nereus hadn’t finished.
“I’d rather spend a lifetime of boredom as you call it, being
loved by a strong, sweet and wonderful man like my mate
than spend five minutes with a toxic mess like you. If you want us to
stay friends, then you will treat my mate with the respect he
deserves; the same respect I’d give yours if you’d manned up and