Page 28 of Prey for Me
“Most newcomers to the island are boat wreck survivors. A plane crash? You’re the first since the war,” Raphael states and I frown.
“I-I guess we were knocked off course. I was in a private jet and we… crashed? Can’t say why. We just did.”
Nakoa doesn’t seem satisfied with that answer.
“Anything else you can think of? Anything strange?”
“Don’t tell me we are in the Bermuda Triangle,” I whimper.
“The what?” Leo and Raphael say at once and it’s my turn to snort, gloating in my worldliness.
Nakoa press me, “Anything strange, omega.”
“I was flipped over for… hours. It had to be hours. And one of the flight attendants was dead but… she was all wrong. Bloated, gray, stiff. Half-eaten too. And I had a head wound. I thought I should be dead just from the blood loss. That’s the only strange thing if you don’t count surviving a plane crash a strange,” I say and this seems to be what Nakoa is after.
“Warm water can accelerate rigor mortis…” he begins, and I perk up at this only to deflate at his very next sentence.
“But it wouldn’t explain the sun setting or you not dying from blood loss. Did you take anything before the crash? Any medicination?”
What type of question is that? I don’t know how to respond for a long time, mulling over my words as I chew my tongue. A bad habit I thought I broke years ago. And then, I just let them out.
“Just champagne and snacks. Typical stuff. Nothing unusual. What, you think I took some magic medicine that helped me slow my bleeding?” I offer, hoping he’s joking or something.
The older alphas exchange a knowing look, Leo looking just as lost as me, before suddenly Nakoa changes the topic, seemingly satisfied with his line of questioning.
“I’m stavrving. How about we eat something fresh. Celebrate a fresh start with our mate before we properly introduce her?” He says and I blink in confusion.
“A trip to the beach? This early in the morning?” It’s like Raphael is reading my mind now, because all I want to do is pass back out.
“Yes. Now,” he says, and Leo shrugs, pumping his fist in the air.
“I’d love a good swim.”
Wonderful, I think, they’re not only holding me captive, but they’re keeping me in the dark.
Only, when I try to stand up, the world starts falling down. I collapse onto the groun.
“Grace!?” Leo shouts, and I know I must’ve hit the ground hard, because I haven’t heard the man use my name since we met.
I’m–” I’m cut off by the weight of gravity, collapsing into the furs for a second time as I try to stand up and fail like a flailing newborn doe not use to my lanky legs. I lay there, blushing so hard I’m sure the fur will catch on fire.
Did I really get knotted so hard I can’t walk straight!?
I can count the times I’ve been knotted on one hand, and three of those times were with them so it’s not like I have a huge frame of reference to work with, still they felt inhumanly big. And this is my first heat. My first neverending heat, though I feel much better today than I did just yesterday.
“Omega? Are you okay?” Nakoa asks, and I’m forced to look as him as he lifts my chin.
He looks geunuily concerned, but somewhere in his eyes I can see the hint of lust. Only an alpha would be turned on by the fact he fucked his mate so hard he rendered her legs useless. Leo sways from left to right, fingers dancing on his thighs. His jittery smile conveys more or less. But damn it all if I don’t I blush harder as Raphael, the jackass, cackles before coughing into his closed fist. He’s not hiding the fact he thinks I’m pathetic, and doesn’t see a damn thing sexy about the state I’m in.
“I think your princess needs a piggy back ride to the beach, Leo,” he says, and I want to smack the shit out of him.
No way will I be humilated like that. Until I lock eyes with the rest of our pack. Nakoa smiles at me, and for the first time, it feels somewhat genuine. Or maybe he’s smiling at Leo, who’s beaming ear to ear, waiting for me to climb onto his back.
Oh great,I fume,he’s set me up.
I remember Faith’s advice. Being friendly won’t kill me. Getting on their bad side, especially the one who had a penchant for stabbing people, just might. And for some reason, I think rejecting his offer will be tantamount to humiliating him.
Together, while being carried in Nakoa’s arms, we go on an adventure to the beach to fish. Hopefully soon, I’m able to fish for clues too.
