Chained By The Alpha Jessica Hall

I yank on the freezer doors, trying to get them to open, but in my panic, I realize there is a button on the handle. Jamming my thumb on it, it clicks open, and I grip the frame, using it to help pull me to my feet. Turning back, the wolf is covered in blood as he takes on three rogues at once. After looking around and finding no exit for him, I call out to him, knowing the freezer would be secure if we could jam the door closed

"Hey!" I scream out to him, and he glances back only to be attacked. He attacks back, mauling the wolf, only for another to replace it

He retreats, backing up toward me, and I push the door open. If he doesn't hide in here, theyCòntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

will kill him. We can block the door and wait for help to come. Unable to shift and join the fray, it's our only hope

Not given a choice, he turns the moment he gets a chance and barrels toward me. I shriek, darting out of his way before slamming the door shut the moment he is inside. The wolves hit the door and nearly toss it open while I push back against them

"Help me block it!" I shout at the wolf while gripping the handle and digging my feet into the ground, trying to hold it closed. I scream as it pushes inward, my shoulder and arm protesting as the door rams back at me; my injuries threatening to make my whole body collapse. I can't lock the handle when suddenly, a body hits it. Likewise, I click the lock in place, only for it to unlock instantly, and I know one of the rogues has shifted back. Paws would struggle to

manipulate the lock

"Move!" a man's voice growls, and I jump back as he slams his body against it. Hearing the lock click back in place, and then the handle drops to the ground with a loud clang. I try to catch my breath, relieved he got it locked, just as my legs give out from under me

I clamp my hand over my bleeding thigh, internally cringing at the way it is ripped open

My consciousness fades and I feel like Iam going to faint as I stare down at my blood-drenched blouse

"Show me," the man's deep voice comes as he swats my hands away, and I look up to see who is the man behind the mysterious black wolf who saved me. I gasp when I recognize him to be Alpha Zayn. Looking very handsome but absolutely exhausted. Plus, he is naked in the

flesh with his hands holding my leg together

"Why didn't you shift?" he snaps at me, angrily pulling me from my shock

"T haven't shifted yet," I blurt out, and his head snaps up to look at me

"You're under twenty?" he stammers

I nod, and he appears shocked, pressing his lips in a line. He nods once before he growls

"Avert your gaze, jail bait, while I find something to cover myself with."

"Excuse me? Jail bait? I'm nineteen and an adult!" I retort, outraged that he would call me such a name

"Yes, exactly. You're unshifted. Therefore, jail

bait. Unmated wolves aren't supposed to be naked around the unshifted she-wolves. You won't get your wolf until you're twenty

Therefore, you're still a damn pup!" he retorts

"Shut up!" I growl at him

"Was that a purr?" he mocks. I glare at him, but he holds my gaze

"Look away so that I can stand."

Troll my eyes but look away. His logic makes no sense. I am the legal age to drink, an adult according to the law. Just technically not according to werewolf society, apparently

"Wouldn't be the first man I have seen naked," I mutter

"You're not a virgin?" he growls menacingly,

responding quickly

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My face heats. "I mean, I have seen men naked when they shift before." I'm certainly not going to be discussing my barely there sex life with an Alpha I hardly know. Especially one who knows my father

"Good, so you are a virgin," he snarls

Why does he care? I think bitterly

"[ never said that either," I quip, and he growls

Not that he needed to know that I am, in fact, still a virgin. It just irritates me that he is so damn nosey and prying into my life

"Well, are you or not?" he demands, and I look at him to find him covering himself with a meat bag. Seems fitting, I chuckle, staring at it

"Aren't there more important things to discuss?" I taunt. "Like for example my bleeding leg." I grunt, remembering the pain

"Answer me!" He glares at me

"Why does it matter?" I shoot back. He looks away, and I watch as he clenches his teeth. "Are you a virgin?" I ask in a mocking tone

"That's none of your business!"

"Yet my virginity is yours?" I retort, raising an eyebrow

"Do I look like a virgin?" he snaps. My eyes roam over him. The man is sheer muscle and flesh, each part of him sculpted perfectly, right down to his..

"You look like a man who has his meat in a

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"Fine, no, you don't look like a virgin, although I wouldn't be surprised if you were with your attitude," I snap at him

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asks, and I sigh, rubbing my temples. I can already feel a headache coming on

"What's with the millions of questions? We may die in a freezer together, but that doesn't mean I need to reveal my entire life to you?" I remind him, and he sighs

"Just answer the question," he growls

"Kinda," I tell him. Shit! Why would I tell him that? What if he tells my father? "But, please

don't tell my father. He'll bloody kill me! I told him Deacon is just a friend," I blurt like an idiot

The last thing I want is for Deacon to get in trouble because we fooled around

The Alpha growls but says nothing else on the matter and instead tries to stem the bleeding on my leg when I suddenly hear a loud crack. The Alpha looks up at the ceiling, and so do I

Seconds later, we hear a crash, and the freezer we are hiding in shakes

"Please tell me that wasn't the roof caving in," I mutter

"That wasn't the roof," he says sarcastically, using a piece of my shirt to tie my wound shut