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Authors: Cali MacKay
Greyson - Part 3: An Alpha Billionaire Shifter Romance (The Silver Moon Pack)
Greyson
Part Three
The Silver Moon Pack Series
By Cali MacKay
Greyson
Part Three
The Silver Moon Pack Series
By Cali MacKay
Copyright © 2016 by Cali MacKay
Published by Daeron Publishing
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher or author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. The story contained within is the work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
This story contains explicit sexual scenes and adult language and is only for readers over the age of 18.
Printed in the United States of America
First Printing, 2016, edition 1.0
ISBN:
978-1-940041-40-7
Table of Contents
Tears poured down Juno’s cheeks as she cradled Greyson’s body in her arms, his thick fur soft against her still naked body as her tears fell onto his face. His eyes slipped shut as the life slowly drained from his muscular body, so vibrant and powerful just minutes earlier.
She’d heard two gunshots, and now there was blood…so much blood...
He was dying
.
Her mind raced, knowing she had to do something to save him. She thought of what Thayer had said about her curse being used to heal. It may be nothing more than a shot in the dark—and she might end up killing him in the process—but she had to try or he’d end up dead anyway. She had to save the only man she’d ever loved—for she did truly love him. She knew that now, with every fiber of her being, every pounding beat of her heart.
Focusing on the energy raging through her body, she gathered it to her, envisioning it as a white healing light, before releasing it into Greyson’s lifeless body, her soul aching with the hope that he’d come back to her. But then rough hands were pulling her away as she screamed and held onto Greyson with all her might, needing more time to heal him.
Just a moment more
…
Greyson’s eyes flicked open and he thrashed out of her arms, just as the men hauled her out of the room, her cries deafening in the quiet of the night.
“Greyson!”
She screamed his name, worried she’d just jolted him with a thousand volts rather than actually healing him, one more dead body to add to her ever growing list. But this time, if she killed Greyson, she’d never forgive herself. She needed to know… Had it worked? Or had those been his death throes? She needed answers, but her body was being hauled out of the house by rough hands belonging to murderous men, and she couldn’t see if Greyson was coming after her.
Greyson was still her only thought as she fought to get away. Trying to gather her energy again, she tried to jolt them enough to get free, but it was like her power was spent after pouring all her energy into Greyson. Instead, she kicked and punched, scratched and bit, though it did little good, her efforts wasted on the wall of muscle.
The guy carrying her dropped her naked body onto the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of her, flipping her to her stomach and duct-taping her wrists together behind her back, her struggles no match for his strength. The hard ground scraped and cut into her soft skin, reminding of her just how vulnerable she was, leaving her to fear the worst, especially when she was still naked.
And then she saw him…
Greyson
…wounded and struggling to get to her as he stalked toward them, an animal crazed. She called out to him—when a prick to her neck burned its way into her system and she was plunged into an inky darkness, her last thought for the man she loved.
***
Juno forced herself through the dizzying black obscurity, as the pain in her head forced her to wake and face her horrifying reality.
Greyson…the attack…the blood…
She immediately started to thrash around, trying to get free and ready to fight, her eyes popping open though they refused to focus, leaving her panicked. Squeezing them shut, she opened them again and blinked back the haze as she fought against her bonds, only to realize that she was in an unfamiliar room, still naked, and with her hands and legs tied to a bed, so she had no way of fighting back.
But worse still, she wasn’t alone. She was naked and defenseless, and there was a stranger sitting in a chair by her bedside, looking far too amused and smug as his gaze roamed over her body.
“Delighted to have you back, Juno. You’ll have to forgive my boys for manhandling you, though I’m happy to find you some ibuprofen if it’ll help with the headache you’re no doubt struggling with. Name’s Flint, by the way.” If she had to guess, she was dealing with another shifter—tall, muscular, cocky, and far too lethal. “Just so we understand each other, this can go down one of two ways. You can cooperate and I won’t hurt you, or you can disobey me and I’ll make sure you pay for your disobedience.”
“If you’re expecting me to play your asinine games, you kidnapped the wrong girl. You need to let me go—and some clothes would also be damn fucking nice, since you didn’t exactly give me time to get dressed.” She didn’t know who the hell she was dealing with, nor did she care. Greyson and his pack—
her pack
—would come for her. They’d find her and get her the hell out of this mess.
Except that Greyson may very well be dead
.
She steeled herself against the tears that stung her eyes and wanted to roll down her cheeks, refusing to show this asshole any weakness. The truth was, she didn’t know what happened to Greyson once they’d drugged her, but last she knew, he was still alive and Cullen was on his way. They’d get Greyson the help he needed to make sure he survived the attack—and they’d come for her. They’d follow her scent and rescue her.
Flint stood, his eyes flashing with humor even as her heart raced in warning—because she wasn’t mouthing back to some drunk at a bar, but a deadly shifter who’d already proved to her that he had few qualms with murder. With a graceful move, his power barely harnessed, he straddled her body and grabbed her face in his massive hand, covering her mouth so she was forced to breathe through her nose. She struggled to get free of his grip as panic set in, but he held her just where he wanted her, his lips twisting into a wicked grin, leaving her to wonder where her curse had gone to just when she needed it most.
“Princess… Just so we’re clear, you’re not going anywhere anytime soon. As for clothes…I like you far too much naked—and easy access to this fine body of yours will make it a whole lot easier for me to dole out my punishments when you disobey me. Because I can already tell…that pretty little mouth of yours is going to get you into a world of trouble.” Flint loosened his grip on her face, just enough to slide his hand over to her mouth and yank it open, thrusting two fingers in as she fought to get away and tried not to gag, her eyes watering as she struggled. “Suck them, Juno… And don’t think your little gift is going to help you.”
She tried to bite him, refusing to play his nasty games—but the backhand to her face left her blinking back the darkness as pain shattered across every bone and nerve in her face, his salty fingers thrusting back into her mouth once more as her tears rolled down her cheeks and her body complied, still reeling from the pain, even if she was screaming
no
in her head.
Where the hell was her curse? The building energy? What had he done to her?
“There we go…see how much easier this is if you obey me?” Flint’s smile kicked up, as he thrust his fingers in and out of her mouth as she sucked them, leaving her feeling dirty and ashamed that she was doing what this fucker wanted her to do.
He finally pulled his fingers away, though it now left her wondering what else she’d be forced to endure before—
if
—Greyson got to her. Because she now knew she was in too vulnerable a position, especially when she had no way of defending herself.
“What the hell do you want from me? Are you with the bears—or are you with Thayer?” It had to be one of them. They were the only ones who wanted her for one reason or another. Although if this was Thayer’s way of showing her how important she was to his pack, then she’d have some choice words for him.
“Sorry, princess…it’s far more complicated than that. And since you’re the key to my little plan, I’m afraid you’re not going anywhere.” Humor and seduction danced in his eyes as they trailed over her body once more, making her feel far too exposed and vulnerable, knowing she was at his mercy, and after talking back to him, he’d want to make his point and teach her a lesson. He trailed one hand to her neck, squeezing it tight, so she could feel her airway constricting, as his other hand grabbed her breast and twisted her nipple.
She gasped for breath, unable to get any, her limbs struggling against her bonds as she tried to get free of him, tried to get air into her burning lungs. Her vision darkened until she could see nothing but flickering white lights—when he let go of her neck, leaving her gasping for breath, sucking one gulp of air after another, even as she cursed him. “Greyson’s going to fucking kill you—and I hope he makes it a slow and agonizingly painful death.”
“Greyson?” Flint’s laugh made her stomach recoil, leaving her once more to wonder if Greyson was even alive. And yet, in her heart, she believed he was.
He had to be.
“Even if he managed to survive what my men did to him, he won’t be healing from that anytime soon—nor will he find us here.”
“He’ll track me—and if he’s too injured, then the rest of my pack will come for me.” Or at the very least, Ryder, Cullen, and Kiernan would. Once more, she searched out her curse—
her gift
—wondering where the hell it had gone to. Was it whatever Flint had drugged her with, or was it because she’d tried to heal Greyson and her “batteries” needed to be recharged? Or maybe she needed to be touching him with her bare hands when she unleashed her energy?
“Are you referring to the pack that you married into a day ago? Do you really think they’ll care once Greyson’s dead and that connection is gone—
after a day
? Princess…you’re special—and I’m sure you have a few more talents hidden away. But no one’s going to go to war over you if they don’t have to. All the alphas care about as of late is maintaining the fucking peace—even if it goes against our nature. We’re fucking hunters—even if some people seem to have forgotten it. So if you think they’ll risk their necks coming after me and my crew just to save your ass, you can guess again.”
“Well, if you’re looking for bloodshed, and you want a war, then you’ll get your damned wish. Because Greyson and my pack
will
come for me. And when they do, they’ll fucking tear your heart out.” She spoke the words with all the conviction and venom she could muster, refusing to let him see just how worried she was—and not caring what he did to her in retaliation. She refused to let him scare her into submission. She’d fight—just like Greyson fought for her.
“Then I might as well enjoy myself while I can.” Still straddling her waist, he reached back and plunged three fingers deep inside her as she screamed and struggled to get him off her, his lips curling into a smile she already hated. “You’re so wet, Juno… Could it be that you like this sort of thing? My buyers will find that little morsel interesting.”
“
Don’t!
Don’t fucking touch me!”
What buyers was he talking about? Was he going to sell her? To whom? The bears? Thayer? Or was it as simple as handing her over to the sadistic bastard who came up with the most money?
It suddenly seemed as if her troubles had just grown exponentially, though she forced her fears into a cage, needing to stay strong.
Flint scoffed at her. “Princess…you’re not exactly in a position to stop me, now are you? Although I’d rather come to some sort of agreement that would work for both of us, rather than put you in a position you’d rather not be in.”
“Well, you’re a bit fucking late for that, now aren’t you?”