“Woowee!” Harold howled like a rabid dog as he tugged my pants down around my knees as I lay draped over the pommel horse like someone’s personal sex doll. They’d dragged me out of the van with a hand clamped over my mouth and brought me here into the main room of the club house that looked like a criminal haven for the sexually depraved.

Without hesitation, Killoran had thrown me over this half-circle of black leather that looked like something from a gym that you might use for sit-ups or back extensions. His boys had secured my wrists to the floor with handcuffs—actual handcuffs, not the play ones you’d get at some seedy sex shop. I wondered for a second where they’d gotten them, but I had bigger concerns at the moment, like how I was going to get out of this mess.

“That’s a fucking ass,” Trey growled with approval, taking a wide stance behind me and looking down at me with admiration. “You sure got an eye for ‘em, Killoran.”

“What’d I tell you?” Killoran chortled, rubbing his hands together as he came around in front of me, eyes filled with a feral lust that made my stomach turn. I was seconds away from vomiting, but was trying as hard as I could to hold back. All that would do was piss them off more, and I was terrified of what retaliation I might receive from any one of them. Killoran licked his lips and knelt down in front of me.

“You know, me and my club here? We like to share. But every pack has an alpha, and can you guess who that is? Hmm?”

He was actually waiting for my response.

“You?” I replied, just enough sarcasm in my voice to let him know I despised him, but not enough to get his blood boiling.

“You’re goddamn right, me,” he grinned as he got to his feet and began rubbing his crotch. I could see a bulge beginning to form and a fresh surge of panic cascaded through me. I couldn’t control it. My muscles contracted and I yanked back with everything I had against my bindings.

“Get away from me!” I screamed as metal tore into the skin of my wrists. I screamed and collapsed back down against the pommel as Trey and Harold broke out laughing behind me. Someone grabbed my ass and spread me open, exposing me in a way I’d never been before.

Not only was I a virgin, I wasn’t even that experienced with men. I’d only had one boyfriend before and we’d never gone beyond heavy petting. Now I was bent over with my hole on display for everyone to see, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out which base they were aiming for.

I heard the sound of a belt buckle coming undone in front of me and looked up to see Killoran reach into his pants. But then, something exploded behind me.

“What the fuck!” Harold shouted as splinters of wood sprayed everywhere. I heard another blast and chunks of the floor were blown high into the air and rained down all over me. I tried to look behind me to see what was happening, but my bindings were too tight—I simply couldn’t move. But it didn’t really matter once the scent hit me.

Oh, my God! I thought as a sensation unlike anything I’d ever experienced ran through my body like a thousand tiny electric shocks stimulating parts of me I never knew existed. What is that? Heaven…

People shifted behind me and the sounds of battle exploded through the club house. Killoran’s clothes exploded into the air as he took his bear form. He leapt over me, attacking whoever had just blown their way in through the back door. I saw an opportunity and shifted myself, hoping to break my bindings in the process.

One of the cuffs snapped with a heavy metallic clang, but the other held firm, biting into my flesh as I spun around to face the mayhem.

The most incredible alpha I’d ever seen was in the process of tearing Harold to pieces. He was enormous, with a beautiful coat the color of beach sand, and had his jaw wrapped around the other alpha’s neck. With a quick twist, I heard a snap and watched Harold fall limp.

Trey hurled himself into the air, mouth open, ready to strike, but the other alpha was lightning fast and dodged easily out of the way, lashing out with a claw that caught him in the chest and sent blood spilling to the floor. Trey howled and scampered away into a corner, licking at his wound as Killoran faced off with my mysterious savior.

For some reason, as I watched them, I couldn’t help but feel like they knew each other. Something in the way they looked at each other—it was familiar, like they’d once been family.

“Well, well, well,” Killoran growled. “Look who it fucking is.”

Another club member? I thought, but as I stared at the new alpha, and caught another nose full of his scent, I felt myself go weak in the knees.

What is that!? I thought as I gulped down air. Can it—can it be?

It was the most purely masculine scent I could have ever imagined, like the world’s best designer cologne that some genius chemist had cooked up just for me. It was like being immersed in a sweet and sour sauce. I was terrified of what had just happened to me, but also on fire inside with the arrival of this commanding alpha who had come to my aid, whose smell had invaded my being, whose very presence had captured my soul.

With a roar, Killoran leapt at him. His fangs snapped on nothing but air as the alpha dodged back out of the way. His claws tore through the air in a response attack, but missed their mark as well. Killoran brought both of his paws down in a slam attack that hit the alpha in the shoulders and drove him into the floor. But before he could follow up with a more devastating attack, the sandy-colored alpha rolled out of the way and was instantly back on his feet.

He darted forward with such incredible speed that if you’d blinked you would have missed it. His fangs found their mark and sank into Killoran’s front left shoulder. Blood sprayed as he howled with pain and struggled back, but the alpha held firm, his teeth embedded in Killoran’s flesh, tearing and ripping at the muscle.

I struggled against my bindings, which got his attention. He opened his jaws and let Killoran spill out onto the floor. He tried to right himself, but collapsed under his own weight, whimpering from the pain.

My savior’s eyes were fixed on me with a laser-like intensity that should have terrified me but didn’t. His scent told the whole story, and I felt it in my heart as I looked at him. As he reached me, I felt myself overwhelmed by his smell. He easily reached down and wrapped a single clawed finger around my remaining handcuff, with a flick of his wrist snapped it open, freeing me.

Then, he shifted.

I found myself looking up at a man who was so devastatingly beautiful it looked as though he’d been generated by a computer. Easily six feet tall, with blond hair the same sandy color as his fur had been, impossibly low body fat with muscles upon muscles, and eyes so blue they were almost crystal clear.

My eyes took all of him in, from his sculpted calves to his bulging chest…and all the other bits in between. And when he spoke, I almost fainted.

“My name is Gabriel,” he said firmly. “I am your fated mate and I’m here to rescue you.”

And then I did.