Trapped Between Two Alphas (9 page)

His
release built. Reaching to her pussy Matt stroked her nub until her release
caught her once again. He watched her come apart before he let his own release
take over.

Her
pussy tightened around his cock. The tightness sent him over the edge.

“I’m
going to come,” he said. In the next instant his release spilled inside her.

She
moaned. Her hands gripped him in place as he
orgasmed
inside her tight channel. Matt collapsed over her.

“Why
is your seed hot?” she asked after some time passed.

Gazing
down at her Matt frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Your
cum is hot like Kris’s. I feel it inside me.” She smiled at him. Her eyes
drooped with tiredness. “I’m sleepy again.”

He
turned his gaze to Kris, who stared back at him in concern.

“I
need to sleep. You both wear me out.”

Sleep
claimed her within seconds. Kris climbed out from behind her. Together they
tucked the blankets around her, and then they moved to the stairs.

“If
our seed is hot you know what that means right?” Kris asked when they walked
into the kitchen.

Matt
grabbed the kettle for the second time that day. His gaze going to the forest
to see
Arnold
stood waiting.

“We’re
ready to breed.” Their seed going hot meant they’d found the right woman for
them. A male’s seed would only ever heat when they’d found the right woman.

Arnold
had been right. They needed to claim Cynthia before they got her pregnant. A
pregnant female was impossible to turn. A pregnant female would rather die than
risk her unborn child. He’d witnessed it once before. The mate had wanted to
change his woman because her health had declined due to the pregnancy. She
refused and died during childbirth. The man in question had gone mad.

“We
need to change her.” Kris voiced the words Matt was thinking.

“What
about her dreams? What do you suggest we do with them?” Her dreams scared him.
He’d never known for human women to dream of wolves before finding their mate.
His mother never mentioned dreams before her claiming.

“It
has to be a sign, Matt. She’s ours. I know now more than before. Cynthia is our
woman. We have to claim her.”

****

Kris
watched over Cynthia while she slept. The love he felt for her grew with every
second that passed. Matt had returned to his ranch to deal with more
preparations. They were trying to hold off on changing her until the full moon.
During the height of the full moon the strength of the pack increased. They
hoped the full moon would give Cynthia a higher chance of surviving.

Her
hand reached out over the bed. Kris caught her palm, and her eyes opened.

“You’re
watching over me.” She smiled and then fell back to sleep.

“I’ll
always watch over you.”

He
held onto her hand during her sleep.

The
full moon was two weeks away. For some reason Kris didn’t feel she was going to
last that long.

Leonard
made his way into the room. He’d been shocked by the unity of their packs. All
the men saw Cynthia as their queen.

“How
is she doing?” Leonard asked, handing him a cup of coffee.

“Not
good. Can you smell that? I don’t understand it. It’s like there is some force
making her sick.”

In
one hand he held his coffee. In the other Cynthia’s hand rested.

Leonard
sat down in the spare chair reserved for Matt. “He’s trying to contact the
alphas in the surrounding area. Matt is doing everything he can to keep her
alive longer.”

Kris
shook his head. “It doesn’t matter what we do. The days pass, and she’s getting
weaker. I can sense it. She may be able to hold out the two weeks, but what if
her mind is as weak as her body?”

Putting
the cup on the floor he wiped the tears away.

“I
can’t do this. I’ve finally found the one, and now she’s going to leave me. I
won’t survive it.”

His
second put a comforting hand on his back. Kris closed his eyes.

“None
of us could survive it, Alpha. Cynthia is part of all of us. We won’t let
anything happen to her if we can stop it.”

His
words offered little comfort.

Chapter
Nine

The
days passed by. Matt and Kris spent as much time with her as possible. When her
health allowed her she walked around the house with them. They both showed her
around their ranches. The beauty of their homes shocked her. She expected
something rundown or messy. Her men kept a clean work space.

They
moved in the house with her. She woke one day to find Matt putting away some
shirts. Both of her men seemed to know when she was incapable of fighting the
illness. Several times she’d stared at the phone with Dr. Martin’s number
punched in.

Her
dreams were filled with wolves. Matt and Kris dominated most of them. In the
dreams she was healthy with a body that wouldn’t fail her. When she woke her
real nightmares began.

In
the space of a few weeks she’d fallen in love with two men she barely knew. The
thought of leaving them filled her with regret. What if she’d taken the
medication? Would she still be alive?

No
matter what she thought there was no changing it. This had been her decision to
make.

She
woke up on the fourth day feeling worse than ever before. Cynthia lay in bed
feeling drained. Her illness was catching up with
her,
and for the first time since she’d discovered her leukaemia she despised it.
After five years of accepting the inevitable she hated it. She was in love with
two men. The knowledge excited her and frightened her.

She
heard her men walking around her house. All she wanted to do was go to them,
but her energy was gone.

Kris
padded back into the bedroom. He wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. His cock
lay flaccid as he looked at her. She lay watching him. Kris paused and sniffed
the air. He tended to sniff the air when he was around her.

Walking
over to the bed he ran his hand over her temple.

“Something
is wrong,” he said.

“I’m
tired.” She closed her eyes waiting for sleep to claim her. All she did was
sleep. Her appetite had completely diminished.

“Matt.”
He yelled the word. She didn’t even have the energy to flinch.

Her
other man came into the room. He wore a pair of jeans and carried a tray laden
with food. The thought of food actually made her feel sick. Yes, it wasn’t
going to be long now. Dr. Martin had warned her without her medication she
would feel the effects almost like someone had flicked a switch.

Life
was unfair.

“Do
you smell that?” Kris asked.

They
were always talking about certain smells.

Matt
walked over. She felt him sniffing along her back until he came to her neck.

“She’s
dying.”

Tears
leaked out of her eyes. They knew the truth, and it hurt. She heard the pain in
their voices. It was replicated inside her heart.

“We’ve
got no choice. We need to turn her.”

She
watched out of one open eye as Matt pulled out his cell phone. Kris wrapped the
blanket tightly around her.

“We’re
going to take care of you,” he said.

Unable
to fight him she went willingly. Her body was too heavy to move herself.

“I
don’t like this. The illness is spreading fast,” Kris said. He picked her up.
The sudden movement made her stomach turn. She turned her head and vomited on
the floor. Something was indeed wrong with her.

The
illness was unlike anything she ever remembered.

“We’ve
got to move,” Matt said.

She
felt as they walked down the stairs and then outside. The hot sun did nothing
to heat her.

Groaning
she tried to cover her eyes. She expected for her men to climb into the truck.
Instead they ran toward the forest.

Were
they going to kill her and dispose of her body?

Shut up,
Cynthia.

They
ran deep into the words. She heard a waterfall and the sound of men running.
Kris laid her on the ground. The scent of the earth made her feel sick.

“Please
… don’t … leave … me … here,” she said, pausing between each word.

“What’s
going on?”
Arnold
asked.

“We’re
doing the transition now,” Kris said.

He
started to pull the blanket off her. She tried to fight to keep it on. Whatever
they were talking about scared her.
Transition?
Transition for what?

Matt
cupped her cheek. “You’ve got to trust us, baby.”

He
kissed her lips and then let her go. Matt rid himself of the jeans he’d been
wearing. That was when she noticed all the men surrounding her were naked.

She
frowned. Why wasn’t she afraid?

“Hold
her, Kris.”

Kris
lifted her against him. His cock lay against her butt. He wasn’t erect, and she
knew it had to be serious in order for him to not be hard.

“Matt,
hurry the fuck up. We need to change her before it’s too late.”

Matt
knelt in front of her. She stared past his shoulder to see several naked men
turn into werewolves. Her eyes grew wide, and her mouth opened to scream.
Before she got the chance Matt took her chin in his hands. “Forgive me, but I
can’t lose you.”

He
moved closer, and then she felt him bite down on her. Her scream no longer
contained, the sound rent the air.

Kris
kissed her temple and then sank his teeth into the other side of her neck. The
pain was intense. She saw the hand on her thigh turned into a claw.

“Hurry
up, Kris.” Matt pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

She
couldn’t do anything as he clawed open his wrist and presented his blood to her
lips. There was no strength inside her as his blood coated her lips.

“Drink
it, Cynthia.”

Once
she’d drunk some from Matt, Kris presented his arm to her lips. She shook her
head. The metallic taste made her feel sick.

In
the next instant she felt the agony inside her increase. She couldn’t scream. It
hurt to even blink.

Her
insides grew hot, and her muscles no longer felt like her own.

What
was happening to her?

****

Kris
held her close feeling the change inside her. Their blood was taking effect. He
saw their bites healing before his very eyes. His arms surrounded her the
moment the first bone broke.

The
pain was too much for her to handle. Her eyes closed, and he prayed she slept
through the transition. They were forced to speed up her change. He didn’t like
it. Matt stroked her head. The blood on his palm smeared her forehead.

“She’s
asleep,” Kris said.

“I
hope so. I wasn’t expecting this today.”

Matt’s
hands shook as they stared at her. Kris opened his mouth about to speak when
something speared his back. Staring down at what had struck him, Kris saw a
silver dart had pierced his skin. The dart leaked silver into his blood stream.
He screamed with the pain. This couldn’t be happening. How had they not scented
the hunters? Staring around him, Kris saw the human hunters attacking their
pack. Holding Cynthia in his arms, he couldn’t handle what was about to happen.
When he’d turned he had the safety of his family watching his back. Now hunters
surrounded them, and he would have no choice but to put her down. Letting her
go would kill a part of her soul.

The
pain was excruciating in his back, the silver doing the damage that no other
weapon could. Cynthia lay in his arms changing into a wolf. He couldn’t let her
go. Looking out at the forest he saw the hunters with weapons, silver darts and
guns aimed at them. His pack was under attack. Kris had expected it since the
moment in the town with the Bible. The hunters were going to take down his pack
if he didn’t get up and lead.

You need to protect Cynthia. She
can’t survive this. Fight.

“Attack!”
Matt yelled, voicing Kris’s
thoughts.

Men,
hundreds of men, descended on them all at once.

He
held her tight in his arms.

“Kris,
we need to fight. If we don’t fight then she could die.”

“I
can’t let her go. She trusts us, Matt. We can’t let her go.”

His
arms tightened around her as another bone snapped in her body. She was changing
in his arms. The break made him wince. The bone jutted out of her body and then
thrust back inside.