Stormy gray eyes meet mine: dark hair, dark brown skin, sharp features with tribal tattoos snaking up muscled arms. There’s something about Archer that radiates danger, quiet and controlled. He doesn’t bother smiling or nodding. Just watches.
Then Darius points to the big one. “Silas.”
Silas finally removes his mask, and I hold my breath. Shoulder-length light blond hair, dark brown eyes, and a large jagged scar cutting across his face from his eye down to his chin. There’s a flicker of vulnerability in him that I try hard to ignore.
Something in me stirs. I give him a small smile before I can stop myself.
Fuck. What am I doing? Feeling bad for my kidnappers?
Keep it together, Mo.
I mean Blue.
Dammit.
I refocus, watching their movements, studying their weak points. There’s always a way out. Always.
Darius steps closer, stopping right in front of me. His scent of pine, wood smoke, and pepper fills my nose. It makes my pulse race and my omega instincts surge, and I shove every last one of them down.
My wolf whines inside me.Fuck.
“Charmed,” I say. “Now that introductions are out of the way, how about we skip to the part where you untie me, and I walk out of here? Clearly, you’re all into bondage, and that’s just not my style.”
Elias gives a flat smile. “Not going to happen, sweetheart. You’re ours now.”
Rage ignites in my veins. “I belong to no one!” I snarl, straining against my bonds. The ropes cut deeper, and I use the pain to fuel my defiance.
“Stop rattling her,” Darius says. “Let’s eat. I’m starving.”
They set the table and start bringing out food. All of it steaming, all of it making my mouth water. The scent of cooked meat and savoury spices hits me, and my stomach roars to life, churning with a hunger so desperate it almost hurts. Three years. Three fucking years since I’ve been near anything that smelled this good.
Darius sets a platter piled high with sliced steak, golden potatoes, and glistening vegetables in the center of the table. The bastard catches me staring, my tongue practically hanging out.
“Blue,” he says, his voice deep and even. “Be a good omega and answer some questions, and you can have a plate.” He flashes a smile full of perfect white teeth. “Then a hot shower.”
I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but I’m so damn hungry that my resolve crumbles on contact. I give a curt nod.
Silas then unties one of my hands.
I stare at the plate, my mouth watering painfully. The aroma of seasoned meat wafts up, making my stomach clench. But I don’t touch it.
“What’s wrong, Blue? Not hungry?” Darius asks, cutting into his own steak.
I eye the food suspiciously. “What did you put in it?”
Elias laughs. “Paranoid little thing, aren’t you?”
My stomach betrays me with a loud, angry growl that seems to echo through the cabin. All four alphas stop eating and look at me.
“It’s not poisoned,” Archer says quietly.
“Right. You just want me drugged and compliant,” I snap, even as my fingers twitch with the urge to grab the fork.
Silas sets his fork down and reaches across the table. He pulls my plate toward him and takes a large bite of my steak. He chews slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving mine. Then he takes another bite of the potatoes and one more of the vegetables.
When he’s done, he slides his own untouched plate in front of me and returns my partially eaten one to his place.
“Satisfied?” Archer asks, studying me.