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who’d promised her freedom. No
other man who’d visited her was in the hallway. Hope soared. Despite her
attempt to calm her nerves, her body vibrated. The tall one with the vibrant
blue eyes shook hands with the same well-dressed man who’d come to the
warehouse. Did that mean she was theirs? Once he learned she wasn’t some whore,
he might be willing to let her go. If he did, she’d pay him back every penny he
paid.
    Both of the men walked toward
her, but their gaze flicked to the guards more often than to her. Uh, oh . Did someone else claim her? Please don’t walk by.
    Mr. Blue Eyes stopped in
front of her and lightly clasped her arm. “Maria. Please come with us. Do you
have a suitcase or anything?”
    “No, sir.”
    He nodded and wrapped a
possessive arm around her waist, almost as if he thought she’d run away. His
warmth shimmied up her spine, and she leaned closer. At the end of the hallway,
he pushed open an exit door, and when she stepped into the fresh air, she let
out a big breath.
    Believing there were cameras
everywhere, she held her tongue and didn’t thank them.
    “Keep your gaze down and
pretend to struggle. Cameras are everywhere.”
    That wasn’t what she expected
him to say. Even though she didn’t understand the reason for his command, she
did as he asked and tugged to get out of the man’s grasp. He let her go and she
fled—right into the stockier man’s chest.
    He held her tight. “Whoa. I see
we have a live one.” His voice sounded fake . “Now get
in the car.”
    A shimmer of fear registered.
Maybe they weren’t the saviors they claimed to be. The stockier one opened the
front passenger side, and she had little choice but to get in. Mr. Blue Eye’s
slid into the driver’s side and the other one, with the hooded eyes, slipped in
back. The leather smelled fresh and the interior spotless. Holy Ghost . This was a Cadillac. No wonder they could afford to buy
her. The big question was for what purpose?

 
 
    Chapter Three
    The moment Clay wrapped his
arm around Elena’s waist, so many sensations bombarded him, he didn’t know where to begin or even how to control them. His cock was painfully
hard, his bones cracked, and his fangs repeatedly poked out. Only one explanation
existed—Elena was their mate. What were the odds? Mating was encoded in a
werewolf’s genes at birth. When the two met, his body had reacted in such a
visceral way there’d been no doubt she was the one.
    He thought his body would
calm when they drove away from the club, but it didn’t. His need for her
escalated ten-fold.
    Between Dirk’s comment about
feeling odd when they first entered the hallway, coupled with the way his
friend continuously twitched in the room, Dirk felt the pull, too. While Clay
was thrilled about having a woman they could share, the timing sucked. Bedding
a virgin wasn’t on his bucket list, but now it might be.
    He’d always questioned how
two friends, who liked to share their women, would share the same woman as
their mate, but it had happened. Maybe there was more to mating than he
understood.
    Clay looked across the seat
at her. The glow from the streetlights illuminated her trembling chin. “Are you
cold, Elena?” He slid the lever to heat.
    She gasped. “How did you know
my name?”
    This wasn’t the right place
to tell her everything. She’d need a good night’s sleep and a decent meal
before he explained what happened. “When we get you home, we’ll talk.”
    “I don’t have a home. I moved
out of my apartment a few weeks ago.”
    He knew that. “I meant our
home.”
    She turned her shoulder away
from him and that stung. “So you really are going to keep me?” She swiped a
finger under her eye. “You said you’d help me escape.”
    Fuck
me . This was going to be
harder than he thought. “I did and I am, but I can’t dump you on the street and
wave goodbye.”
    “I could go to my friend’s
house.”
    He thought she might say
that. “We need your help