Falling For My Cruel Mate
Chapter 87

"My head is going to explode." I whine trying to massage my temples. Cynthia swats away my hands and passes me over to the large man who picks me up bridal style.

"You're going to be just fine." Cynthia laughs. What the hell? Why is she laughing? I dont replace this situation funny at all. What is happening to me?

My vision begins to fail me, everything seemed blurry and the bright lights in the hallway made my head hurt even more. I squint desperate to try and see anything, but it is no use. I groan again and grasp onto the man tightly as another wave of nausea hits. If I throw up on this guard I'm going to be so freaking embarrassed.

The cool wind hits my cheeks, automatically making me feel better. Why are we outside? The snow flakes melt immediately against my hot skin and I wish they would do more to help lower my temperature.

"Are you taking me to the pack doctor?" I question rather loudly. I could barely hear myself with the noise of my heartbeat in my hears.

Cynthia mumbles something before I'm dropped onto the floor rather violently. I gasp for air, once my body hits the ground. What the fuck? I try to prop myself up and look around. The ground was covered lightly in snow and the naked trees blew harshly in the wind. Why are we in the woods?

A large hand grabs me roughly before I'm gagged with a piece of cloth an a pair of shiny silver hand cuffs are strapped onto my wrist. I finally get a good look at the man as he lifts me off the ground. His head was shiny and bald, a large pink scar ran the length of his face giving him a mean look, but his chocolate brown eyes seemed soft. I could be wrong though. What I do know is he is not one of guards. We are moving again, going further and further into the forest.

I struggle and push against him as reality sets in. I'm being kidnapped. Was I drugged? Is that why I feel this way? My head begins to pound even harder. I kick and scream, but of course it is muddled by the piece of cloth. I think back and try to recall anything that I ate or took that could have been drugged, nothing comes to mind.

Tears spill past my eyes as I search my surroundings. Where is Cynthia? Is she apart of this? Is she the mole? Is that how Siren could get in and out of the territory without anyone seeing? All these burning questions did nothing to help this painful ache in my head.

I'm dropped to the floor once more and his large hand comes up to cover my already gagged mouth. We're hidden behind a tree and just by my surroundings I could tell we we're near the border. Where are my guards? What did Cynthia do with them? Ajax is going to kill of me for being so naive. None of us even saw it coming. There was a few minutes of silence before Cynthia creeped over to us.

"The coast is clear. Let's get her out of here before the big man has our heads." She says this with a playful smirk and I could feel the anger in my stomach grow. How could she betray us like that? Her pack. Her family. I dig down deep searching for my wolf, needing her strength but the silver cuffs around my wrist made that difficult. I could feel them burning and itching as they rubbed up against my exposed skin.

The burly man barely even huffs as he lifts me again, this time throwing me over his shoulder and running. More tears spilled as we crossed the territory lines. It felt like they ran for miles before I was back on the ground. I try to calm myself and take deep breaths, but I couldn't. How is all this stupid crap happening to me? Me of all people?

I shake away my thoughts and try to ease my nerves. How can I get out of this? Ajax is smart. He'll track my scent and replace me. I know he will. He must know that I'm gone by now.

Cynthia disappears behind another tree before reappearing with a duffle bag. She drops it beside me and kneels as she unzip the army green colored bag. She pulls out two bottles of alcohol and a thick jacket.

What the hell? Are they celebrating already? I think it is a little too soon to be counting all their eggs.

"Ted." Cynthia calls over to the man. The burly man turns just in time to catch the bottle.

He twists the cap off with ease and takes a swig before stalking over to me. My brows furrow together and try to scoot away as his large figure dawn upon me. He quickly tosses the content of the bottle all over me, causing me to gasp and nearly choke on my own saliva.

Cynthia follows suit and douses me in another bottle of vodka.

"Sorry girly, we gotta do what we gotta do." She giggles as she begins to unlock one of the hand cuffs.

Before I could even think of

punching her in her stupid face Ted grabs ahold of my arm keeping me still as Cynthia shoves me into the jacket t smelled of honey and graham crackers. It was nice but strange. I clench my jaw in anger as it dawns upon me... they're covering my scent.

"Alrighty," Cynthia smiles as she leans in close to get a whiff of me. "That's much better."

I lurch forward angrily, growling. I

want to rip her throat out and eat her alive. My head aches more and I squint my eyes shut willing the pain to go away, but it doesn't. I take in a deep breath and try to scoot away from her, to get onto my feet and run.

Ted, grabs my arm quickly pulling me up to my feet as if I weighed nothing. "Enough games. Pack up. Boss wants us back as soon as possible." His voice was rough and mean, just how I expected it to be.

"Get it over with then." Cynthia sneers as she shoves the bottles of alcohol back into the bag.

What is she talking about?

A small scream tries to escape my lips as I'm shoved up against a tree harshly.

My eyes grow wide as Ted raises his extremely large fist and it comes crashing down onto my face.