Free The Alpha's Pack by Tabitha Conall Page A

two men walked toward their mate where she stood over Ted. Cerise had joined her, and someone had given her a chance to change. She stood naked, streaked with blood, looking fierce. When Jake reached her, she fell to her knees and pledged herself to him, then resumed guarding Ted so Cerise could do the same.
    Then came the rest of the pack. Jake stood, Deirdre to one side and Sam to the other, as one by one the members of Stonewall Pack pledged themselves to their new Alpha.
    Ted still lay nearby, unwilling or unable to even stand. As they walked by him several pack members spat at him, kicked him, or bared their teeth. It seemed more had been going on underneath the surface than most of them knew about or were willing to admit to, with Ted at the center of it all.
    When the last pack member stepped behind the threesome, all that were left were Ted and most of his minions. A few had opted to stay with the pack, but it appeared most were either going to follow Ted into exile or make their own way as Loners. Either way, they were leaving the pack.
    “Like Ted, you have until sunrise to gather your things and leave,” Jake said to them. He turned aside to Sam and said, “Match each of them up with two or three of our pack members who can make sure they leave as promised. Deirdre and I will take Wyatt, find Bridget, and escort Ted out of town.”
    Sam nodded once, then turned to his new pack, looking for the strongest members.
    ***
    When they pulled up in front of Marcus’ house, Deirdre’s heart beat fast. They’d found Bridget, but would she be okay? If Ted had hurt her, Deirdre would rip him apart herself.
    They’d swiped Marcus’s keys from his body. He was still living, barely, and the pack doctor was working on him. If they could patch him up, they would. And then they’d kick him out of their territory.
    Deirdre and Jake had opted to wait until later to get patched up, although they’d made sure Ted got his bandages before they left the park. He wasn’t sticking around one second longer than he had to.
    After Jake unlocked the door, Deirdre slipped by him and entered the house. “Bridget?”
    She didn’t hear anything. Where could he have kept her? Some sort of dungeon? A bedroom with a lock on the outside?
    The latter seemed more likely, so she headed upstairs, still calling her sister’s name. None of the bedrooms had locks, but when she looked inside the third door, she found her sister lying on the bed out cold.
    “Bridget?” Deirdre knelt on the floor next to the bed and brushed the hair off her sister’s cheek. “Wake up, sweetie.”
    Jake and Wyatt looked into the room. Ted had been tied up in the back seat of the car so he couldn’t get away. They didn’t trust him not to do something underhanded.
    “What did they do to her?” Deirdre asked Wyatt. “Why won’t she wake up?”
    “I dunno. I just heard they were keeping her here, that’s all.” Wyatt shoved his hands into his pockets, his arms straight and his shoulders slightly lifted.
    Jake knelt beside her. “They must have drugged her.”
    “Drugs don’t work on werewolves,” Deirdre said.
    “They do if you give us a big enough dose.” Gently lifting Bridget’s eyelids, Jake looked into each of her eyes.
    “Does that really tell you anything?”
    “I was a medic in the Army several years back. So yeah, it tells me she’s okay. But it’ll probably be a while before she wakes up.” Jake helped Deirdre to her feet. “I’ll carry her out to the car. We can take her home and you can watch her while Wyatt and I get Ted packed up and out of town.”
    Deirdre put her hand on his arm. “Thank you. Thank you for all of this.”
    Jake hugged her. “You’re mine. I’m going to do whatever it takes to take care of you and yours.” Jake lifted Bridget and carried her out to the car.
    A couple of hours later, Bridget opened her eyes. Deirdre leaned forward from where she sat by the side of the bed. “You okay, Bridge? How do you