Undeniable (Undeniable series) (12 page)

I think about it for a moment before replying. “I don’t know. Do you?”

His sigh is audible and as he turns the idea over in his own head. “No.”

It doesn’t sound like he is totally convinced of it, but I really hope he is right. Children couldn’t be born from that type of relationship. I had to keep reminding myself that as my eyes finally close of exhaustion.

Waking up I feel worse than I did before. Rolling over I see that Marcus is still asleep, but has a collar on him like I saw before on Beau. My hands automatically go up to my own neck as metal rattles. A cold metal device is also on my neck and though I can’t see it probably resembles Marcus’s. My hand reaches farther behind me and I turn to see that I’m chained to the wall with only a few feet of chain. I could probably make it half the length of the room.

Taking deep breaths I try very hard not to panic at how our situation
has turned out. The sound of keys at the door draws my attention away from my thoughts. Marcus jumps at the sound looking over to me than his own hands go to his neck and I nod to him, answering his unspoken question.

I’m shocked at who comes through
the door and I wonder if I’m really awake or if I’m still asleep. Our pack master comes in alone closing the door silently as he glances at both of us. I don’t understand why or how he is here. “Pack master you shouldn’t be here, Tristan Salvador is here.” I say trusting that he is here to save us.

He shakes his head sadly and my heart breaks into a million pieces.
“I had a good reason.” He says, but I don’t care what he has to say. We are here because of him. He did this to us and is working with the enemy.

“Why would you do this to us?” Marcus says and by the tone of his voice he is just as dejected as my
self.

“I couldn’t keep your secret any longer and I need
ed to light a fire in Riley. He would have died if you where to stay there Gemma and if he would have found out about your father he would have had to kill you.” He says like he was doing us a favor.

“So instead you just want us to die in here!” Marcus yells.

“No that’s not it at all. You will just have to believe me that this is what is best and as soon as I can I will come back for you.” He pleads with us.

“What makes you think we could ever trust you after this?” Marcus reply’s and I feel the same way. 

“I want to tell you about your mother.” We wait for him to continue as he moves towards the wall near the door and sits. “Your mother was the light of my life. She had this charm to her that just made me feel like there was good in the world and that there was good within me. I was about fifty years older than her but I watched her as she grew into a very strong woman. All the other males wanted her for their own, but for some reason we were just drawn to each other. It was if she could see the darkness in me and was enthralled by it.”

“We always danced around the idea of mating, though I would have jumped on it if she had any interest. So we just lived in that comfortable space of just courting.” He smiles at that thought. “I do have to say that she was more like you Marcus then your sister. Everyone loved her and she was so outgoing and witty.” I look over to Marcus who is absorbing every detail. This was really the first time anyone has ever even brought her up in front of us.

“Time went by quickly and we were even discussing the thought of having our own children when she returned from her mission. We had been having tr
ouble with hunters coming onto our pack land in the next state and she went in as back up. When she came back she was a different person. She wanted nothing to do with me anymore and would disappear at any given moment. Pack members began to talk so I had her followed.” He pauses collecting himself. “When my beta came back with the news I panicked for her safety and for the pack, so I killed him. I couldn’t let word of what your mother was doing be heard, I loved her. I guess I still do,” He confesses. “As soon as I saw her I told her I knew everything and she broke down crying like I’ve never seen before. She told me she was pregnant and she didn’t know what to do.”

“
At first I didn’t believe that she was actually pregnant. That kind of thing just didn’t happen no matter how anyone tried to do it. Immediately I took her to a doctor outside the pack, to first of all prove that she was telling the truth, then secondly to make sure the baby was developing correctly. It was early, but when I saw those two little dots on the screen I fell in love for the second time. In my heart I was looking at what were to be my children, so I had to make sure no one knew of your origin.”

“
I must admit that I saw this as an opportunity to get her to be with me. I told her that we would tell everyone that I was the father, but she had to stop seeing your real father. Of course she was outraged by the idea of being apart from her true mate, but I told her it was what would be best for you two. I had to pretty much black mail her into leaving him and I could see that on the inside she was dead. The glow of life that was always present within her was gone leaving only the shell of the woman I loved. She was always present with me, but she really wasn’t there. I thought for sure that I would never see that light again until you two were born.” He looks away from us to wipe away unshed tears. “It was like she received her second wind. She always called you two her miracle babies and was always at your side. I think she was like that because it was like having a piece of your father back into her life.”

“Do you know who our
father is?” Marcus asks.

“No. She never told me who he was because she feared that I
would try to kill him. I might have if she did.” He says and I know he’s telling the truth.

“What really happened to our mother?” I ask this time.

“I don’t know.” He answers, but this time when he speaks it’s not like before and I know that he is lying.

“I don’t see how that has us here now. You should have just been a man and told us so we could prote
ct ourselves.” Marcus growls jumping out of his bed but not much farther than that. “Look at us. They all know now and we are tied up like fucking animals.”

“Calm down Marcus it’s just how it has to be right now until Riley comes into power. He has already won the second game and they say Ezra will drop after what Riley did.
Plus the hunters here are going to help you get to your full potential.” Pack master says like this is all good things and all respect I have ever had for him is gone. The man I once saw as a father and role model is as dead as my own mother.

Marcus looks over to me rage clear in his face. “Get out!” Marcus barks sending
him swiftly to his feet. “I don’t ever want to see your face again.” Marcus comes over to me hugging me to him.

“You are only saying this because you’re angry and I forgive you, but you will need me.” He says as he leaves the room.

“I can’t believe this.” I say holding Marcus closer to me. “This changes everything.”

“This doesn’t change us, just the situation around us.” He says pulling me back to look at me. “We will get out of here.” He promises.

“Beau too?” I ask knowing I won’t leave him here with these monsters.

Marcus sighs. “Beau too.”

We stay locked in this room and have our meals pushed through a small slot at the bottom. At first we didn’t eat any of what they had to give us. They were drugged with chemica
ls unknown to me, but after three days our animals within couldn’t pass up the opportunity of food. Even the water had a funny, unnatural taste to it.

Marcus felt the effects of the food fir
st and I watched as he slowly fought it. I was already laying on my side when I heard the door to our room open. Four hunters came in with two gurneys. They looked us over before they went to Marcus first, who was out like a light.

Everything is moving slower than normal and their voices are all muffled. I move my hand up to my face which I barely have any control over and see it blurred in front of me.
Looking back up to them I see them looking at me talking to each other then everything goes black.

~*~

Bright lights and yelling brings me out of my drug induced coma. I try moving my arms and quickly realize that I can’t. Looking down I notice that my body is restrained to the table that I’m on. Thick white straps go across my body in five different areas. Those don’t bother me as much as the one around my neck holding me down.

I move my body to squirm
my way out of my restraints. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” I hear a woman’s voice sound near me. I turn my head seeing the blond girl who we had chased down.

“Why is that?” I ask.

“I just wouldn’t,” she says and the cockiness I seen just a moment ago is replaced with worry. Searching around the room I don’t see Marcus anywhere and that I’m alone here with a handful of hunters.

“Where is Marcus?” I ask.

“In another room.” She says and I can tell her thought are elsewhere. My eyes roam back to the men talking amongst themselves, but I notice one man. He is not talking or even paying attention to the other’s but is staring at me. The look he is giving me isn’t like one from the others. It’s strange like he is seeing someone he knew and cared for. I’ve never seen him before in my life but his feature are so similar to my own. For a moment I wonder if he is my father but the idea doesn’t stick for long. I’ve seen a few men with features similar to us, dirty blonde hair, and bright blue eyes, but none of those men looked at me in this way. His lips twitch and for a moment I think he is going to say something to me, but then nothing happens.

I wonder what I would say if I ever really did meet my father. Growing up I secretly had it all plan
ed out. What he was going to say and do, and what I was going to say and do. That our life for after would be full of love and we would have a family. That dream died long ago, but inside I still have a little of that girl still within me. She’s not the same and just wants to see him.

Something the men are discussing catches his attention and he begins arguing with them. All my sense
s haven’t returned, because I can’t smell anything and I can barely hear.

After a moment he storms out of the room slamming the door and the decision has been made. I guess that by the look they all give me as they turn from each other and now are looking at me. “Bring her to holding room three” One of the men in a white robe says to another.

I keep my eyes to the ceiling watching the lights flash by as my wheeled to the holding room. They open a door and the lights are already dimmer then the lights in the hall. Sounds of keys and the sound of beeping from codes pushed in is all I hear. For a moment they pause and I turn my head to see a large H
3. “Are they sure about this?” One of them whispers.

“Yes
,” is all he says as he punches in the numbers and the door slides open into a dark room.

I don’t mind the dark, I never had a problem with it and really if I think about it I really like the dark. It’s usually peaceful. They roll me in by the door then quickly shut the door. I let my eye
s adjust to the darkness and faintly I can see the bare walls. A small blinking light followed by movement in the corner has my attention and I want to ask who is there, but I’m helpless. If it was something that could harm me it was best not to add attention to myself, though I’m sure that whatever it is knows I’m here.

My eyes are lock
ed on the movement as it comes closer to me like a predator to its prey. As it gets closer I can see the almost black eyes and I know who it is. “Beau,” I say wiggling to get off of this table.

He still stalks
me like I’m his next meal and I stop moving. “Beau,” I say again. “It’s Gemma.” He’s so close to me now. “I’m Gemma,” I say a little louder watching his eyes the whole time. His hands feel the length of my body once before he rips the straps that are holding me down.

I throw my arms around his neck holding him to me. His whole body is tense as he
tries not to touch me, but fails. Nudging my neck around the collar device, I can feel his tongue gently trace patterns on my skin. Strangely even when he is in this state I don’t fear him. “Beau,” I say again letting my hands softly pull him away from my neck and for a moment his eyes are lock to my neck. “How long has it been?” I ask knowing by the look in his eyes that he has not fed in a while.

Blinking a few times he looks away from my neck.
“About two weeks,” he says moving away from me like he just realized what he was doing.

“You’ve been here for two weeks
.” I say closing the distance between us and a pained look comes across his face.

“Please stop
,” he says looking away from me, but I don’t.

“Here
,” I say offering my wrist to him and his eyes turn completely black.

“I can’t
, it’s been too long,” he says, but his eyes don’t agree with that.

Elongating my nails I cut
open into my forearm taking the choice away from him. The device around my neck shocks me and it surprises me. The smell of blood fills the room with its metal like scent. Looking up I watch him have an internal battle with himself. Then he is on me in the next second sucking and biting at a rapid speed. My body feels the lack of blood immediately and he has to hold me up from falling to the ground. For only a second I wonder if he will stop, but that thought quickly vanishes. When he comes up for air he grabs ahold of my face in both of his hands pressing me up against a wall. “That was so stupid,” he says then presses his forehead against mine. “So stupid,” he says again pulling back to kiss me and I can taste my blood on his lips. “I love you, you,” he’s kissing me harder. “Reckless,” kiss, “foolish,” kiss, “fearless woman.”

My smile stretches across my face with each passing word. Unable to stand
any longer he pulls me onto the small bed wrapping me in his arms as he hums his mother song. It has such a euphoric melody that I can’t help but fall asleep feeling safe in his arms.