Free Mate Magic by Shannon Duane Page B

had given her, thought briefly about calling him but thought that might be cowardly. She’d apologize to him when he picked her up tonight.
    In the meantime she was going to take care of one of her problems. That lady was right; she couldn’t work in a sex shop and be a virgin. She was going to take her own maidenhood. She walked over to the threatening dildos and picked one she thought would do the job. It was a realistic weenie and pretty basic but since she only intended to use it once she really didn’t care. She rang up her own purchase and stashed it in her purse for later.

 
    Chapter 10
     
    Bailey walked out of Insatiable but didn’t see Paul’s truck parked anywhere. Maybe she should go back in and call him. Nah, she didn’t want to upset him anymore than he already was. She could wait a while. Bailey sat down on the curb looking around the plaza. It was six at night and there were quite a few people milling about.
    Bailey heard tires squeal to her left and before she could even stand, there was a very large man standing in front of her wearing a black mask over his head. His hands came down on her upper arms and as he grabbed her he swung her around and into the van. Shit!
    Bailey ’s head hit the side of the van and her stapled flank hit the bench seat. The air was knocked out of her lungs. She hunched over and dry heaved while trying to catch her breath.
    As the doors closed Bailey thought what the hell, she hadn’t done anything, and then passed out.
    Bailey woke, still in the van, but she could breathe this time. She looked around and saw the man talking to the driver in hushed tones, “I thought he’d claimed her. This one has no claiming scent.”
    “Maybe he hasn’t got around to it yet. This is the Alpha’s mate; I saw them in the same car. We need her…”
    She didn’t wait around to see what they needed her for. They thought she was Shana, the Alpha mate. Dumbasses. They hadn’t even tied her up. Bailey eyed the van door which was unguarded and launched herself out. She felt her wound pull but she kept going right out the back.
    As Bailey rolled out of the van and hit the asphalt, hard, she was praying that she wouldn’t be hit by another car. She was sturdy but probably wouldn’t survive being hit at freeway speeds. She grimaced in pain and stayed in the fetal position in the middle of the road. She was chanting, please don’t pass out, please don’t pass out, please don’t pass out; when she heard tires squealing again. God, please don’t be the van.
     
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    Paul saw Bailey being taken into an unknown van by a very large man. Dammit, he shouldn’t have been late but he’d been making cookies with Trevor and lost track of time. He hadn’t realized it until Trevor got a glazed look and then said, “You’re late, and if you don’t leave now you won’t be able to catch them.”
    Paul had no idea what Trevor was talking about but he knew never to question him, so he ran out of the house and cursed the fact Bailey didn’t have a cell phone. He pulled up to see the action and he followed the van closely, hoping Bailey wasn’t being hurt in the back. When the van door opened he saw her propel herself out the back as large beefy hands tried to grab for her.
    She tucked and rolled but ended up in the middle of the road, huddled in a ball. She had blood on her side where her old wound was. It was almost healed with her super shifter healing but something must have opened it.
    Paul stopped his truck and sprinted to her side. He had already called Jake and let him know to alert the pack to a threat. Bailey was hurt but he couldn’t just leave her lying in the middle of the street. He picked her up and placed her in the cab of his truck. He noticed the van kept going and the license plate was covered.
    Bailey was hunched on the seat not making a sound. “Bailey, I’m taking you to the hospital.”
    She looked up and into Paul’s eyes. “Take me back to Alpha house. I need