“That explains it then,” Kale managed to get out on a pained groan.
“Explains what?” Trace asked, watching her every move.
“She’s dying.”
Chapter 43
“Shifters aren’t allowed to hurt their mates directly or indirectly,” the man chained to the wall next to her brother managed to get out as his eyes turned silver.
“I was hoping that I’d found a loophole, but here we are,” the woman that had destroyed Trace’s life said as Samantha laid there, noting the strain around the woman’s bloodshot eyes, her pale skin, the expensively tailored clothes that didn’t quite fit, and realized that she was sick.
“How long have you been planning this?” Ethan, and she was assuming that the man in the other cell was Trace’s father, asked as Samantha glanced around the cellar, noting that there were fewer men in here than before.
“A little over twenty-five years.”
“Is that why you hid her?” Ethan asked, making the woman who was planning on killing them frown in confusion as Samantha raised her head so that she was looking at the small woman curled up on her side only a few feet away from that open door that she should have used when she had the chance.
“Hid who?”
“Don’t play fucking games with me. What is she?” Ethan snapped, drawing her attention.
“Human,” the woman announced with glee as Ethan sat there, staring at the small woman curled up in his cell as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing.
“I needed a way to keep you distracted. We found an unwanted baby, put her up in a house with the Pack members that were holding us back and made sure that you found out about her so that we could keep you busy for a while,” the woman admitted as Samantha laid her head back down, wondering why her leg didn’t hurt anymore. In fact, nothing hurt anymore, but she was cold, really cold, she thought as she curled into herself.
“Why did you grab us?” she heard someone ask as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
“I always have a backup plan. I wasn’t sure if he’d changed her or not, and if he had, then I was going to have to go with Plan B and see if stealing Alpha blood would be enough,” the woman explained as Samantha found herself watching Trace.
She didn’t want him in that wall.
She didn’t want him going through that hell again.
She didn’t want him to be all alone.
She didn’t want him to suffer.
She didn’t want…she didn’t want…
She wanted him.
She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, wanted to show him all the things that he’d never seen before, and Samantha wanted…
She just wanted him to be happy and have a chance to do all those things that he never got to do.
“What about me? Why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?” she heard her brother ask.
“I need you for something else.”
“And what’s that?”
“I need you to find your mate so that I can kill the bitch.”
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“I will fucking kill you!” Nathan roared, fighting against his chains as Trace watched the shifters carrying more bags down to the basement, looking for a way to break the fucking chains and get his wife far away from here.
“You owe me,” the bitch that was out of her mind said.