Free Mated by H.M. McQueen

 
     
    Chapter One
     
     
     
    Madison flattened herself against the wall in a hallway just outside a room being used by the pack as a makeshift office. In the darkness she did her best to eavesdrop without being discovered by the group of wolves. Although they spoke in hushed tones, her hearing was keen allowing her to hear over the hard beats of her heart.
    "I will have to get most of the merchandise out of the house."  The grumbling of deep voices made it hard to hear the Damiel's next sentence.  Finally the males quieted and she could make out what he said.  "Give me a couple days to extract it.  I'll leave enough for him to get busted.  I will call the council and turn the bastard in.  Meet me in Miami. Our customer will be there in three days."
    Two long months had passed since she'd left with Damiel, and what seemed like an eternity away from Raythe.  Madison did her best to ignore the pain in her chest. The main reason he'd not found her, was his fault, not hers.  Even if he'd tried, there was no bond between them because they'd never mated.
    A year and a half living together and Raythe never committed to their union.  There was no doubt in her mind they were meant to be mates, but according to Lycan law, it was the male who determined when the mating was to be.  Females had a choice of whom to date, but not whom they mated with.  As a matter of fact, it was strictly forbidden for a woman to ever broach the subject to a wolf.  Most women were surprised when during the act of making love, the bite that bound them together happened.
    The room became quiet. She strained to hear from her hiding place.  Finally Damiel spoke again.  "Take the woman when you leave for Miami.  She's good insurance if by some chance the Devlin Beach pack catch up with us."
    The men gave some sort of replies and it sounded like they moved around.  Madison sprinted back to the room where they kept her and closed the door being careful not to make a sound.  With luck they'd not come to check on her.  The last sentry stopped by an hour ago. 
    After days of hard work, she'd managed to finally force the bathroom window up high enough to be able to squeeze through.  All she needed was a few minutes, and it had to be tonight.  One way or another, she'd beat Damiel to Raythe's house.
    Footsteps outside her door made her heart jump.  Madison sat on the bed and picked up a book, opening it.  Creaks sounded as the door slid open.  Damiel strolled in.
    The wolf was attractive, with the sleek look of a predator.  His eyes always seemed to drill into hers with not quite hatred, something else she would put closer to disgust in his expression.  His top lip curled when he spoke.  "I find it amusing that Raythe never mated with you.  Yet you remain loyal to him.  Some women are fatally ignorant."
    "I don't see anyone following you around blindly.  None of the wolves trust you.  You betrayed your own pack." Madison glanced at him and lowered her gaze to the book.  "You wouldn't understand loyalty if it slapped you in the ass."
    Damiel grabbed her so fast, she didn't get a chance to scream.  His fingers dug into her arms as he lifted her above the floor.  "Shut up, bitch. I can't wait until your usefulness is over and I can kill you."
    No longer afraid of him, she met his eyes.  "Whatever happens, I'll make sure you don't get away with hurting my pack."
    "Your pack hasn't come for you in all these weeks. Don't you find it sad?" Damiel smiled. It didn't reach his hard gaze. "Probably too wrapped up in the club and such." 
    "Go away, Damiel.  You are a traitor."
    The slap confused her, stars were bright behind her eyelids as she felt herself pushed back onto the bed. 
    He fumbled with her pajamas.  Without untying the drawstring, he tried to pull them down.  Madison punched and kicked at him, but the Lycan was too strong. He threw himself on top of her, leaving her winded.
    His mouth covered her and he tore at the waistband