Reika
Waking I stretched, rolling over to find Ryker’s side of the bed empty, his spot cold like he hadn’t been in bed for awhile. I could feel his anger through the bond making me wonder what upset him.
Climbing out of bed, I tossed the blankets off and was about to walk out the door when I remembered I had no pants on. Ryker is constantly drumming in my head about clothes. Though I didn’t see the point in them but just to keep him happy, I walk into the walk-in and grab some pants. The tight fabric I was slowly getting used to but the buttons on them were a real bitch.
“Don’t zip yourself again,” Amanda says as I try to zip the stupid thing up. I didn’t have a good experience with zips. I zipped a piece of me that doesn’t belong in a zipper, yet the underwear rode up my butt making the pants even more uncomfortable, so I wasn’t putting those on.
I manage to get the zip up and the first button done, but the second and third just wouldn’t do up. I grab one of my shirts, not bothering with a bra. That thing was too complicated for my brain and without Ryker I stood no chance of getting it on comfortably. Like who the hell came up with the idea of a bra? Ridiculous bloody thing, making my breasts all sweaty and my nipples itching. Stupid invention! Do women not realize their tits are attached to them, they aren’t going to just fall off them.
Walking out, I see Tate carrying a passed out Tyson up the stairs.
“Is he alright?” I ask rushing over, both of them saturated in blood and both butt naked. Tate looks at me, before rushing into Tyson and Ace’s room, placing Tyson in the bed. He then grabs one of their shirts covering himself, though I don’t know why. I have seen his dick before, not as impressive as Ryker’s, but not something to be ashamed about.
“What happened?” I ask, looking at Tyson.
“Nothing Luna. Go back to whatever you were doing”
“I was looking for Ryker. Have you seen him? Why are you both covered in blood?”.
He ignores my question about the blood. “Ryker is busy, he will see you soon,” he says, making me eye him suspiciously.
“Reika, your pants are undone and your shirt is on back to front,” Ace says, making me look down.
“No it’s not. And I can’t do the buttons” I say looking at my black shirt.
“Yes it is, the picture should be at the front,” Ace says, standing up and walking over to me. I didn’t even see a picture on it.
“Pull your arms in,” Ace says and I do and he spins the shirt around and I push my arms through the holes again.
“See?” Ace says, pointing to the picture on the front with writing.
“What’s it say?” I ask him.
“Just a brand logo,” he says, reaching for my pants. I step back.
“What are you doing?” I ask when I see his hands reach toward my crutch.
“Doing the buttons up. Stand still,” he says before quickly doing them up and dressing me. I look down and huff that he got them through the holes so easily. Looking up I see Tate is gone.
“Where did he go?”
“Probably back to the basement,” Ace answers, slapping his brother’s face.
“Oi, dick lips! You alright?” He asks, slapping his face.
“The basement?” I ask, isn’t that where he tortured me? Ace tenses before spinning around and looking at me.
“No! I meant the, bases? Yeah! The training bases!” he says quickly.
‘He’s lying’ Amanda says to me.
“You’re lying” I accuse and he seems shocked at my words.
“You can’t go down there Reika. You’re going to stay up here. Maybe go back to your room,” Ace says.
I walk out, when Ace grabs my arm as I head down the stairs.
“Reika, go to your bedroom, now!” Ace bellows at me. I feel his Alpha Aura rush out of him, and become shocked. It barely does anything but annoy me. I become confused at the reason of why he was being so horrid to me all of a sudden.
“Reika, your room, now!” he says, and I raise an eyebrow at him.
Yet I find his aura just irritating, not like Ryker’s which is painful when used on me.
“No.” I tell him.
“Fuck! Mine doesn’t work on you anymore. Shit!”
“Huh?”
“Ryker has marked and mated you. Technically your aura is now stronger than mine but weaker than his. Shit!. You are to stay with me,” he says, grabbing my arm and trying to pull me back to his room. I shake him off.
“What is going on?” I ask him. Starting to worry, Ace was never like this.
“It doesn’t matter. Ryker will kill me if you go down there, so just come play video games with me”
“No. I want to see Ryker,” I tell him, before turning and heading down the stairs.
“Reika!,” Ace yells to me but I ignore him going to find my mate. I hear him curse before slamming his door, while I follow Tate’s scent to the basement door. Blood drops were on the floor and smeared on the door. I open the door and gag at the stench of burnt flesh and blood. Gagging before holding my breath and walking down the steps.
What I wasn’t prepared for, was seeing my mate standing naked and covered in blood. The ground is thick with congealed blood and I see Tim hanging from a chain. The image gives me flashbacks of when I was once strung up there. I shake the feeling off.
Ryker holding a blowtorch burning Tim’s genitals made me gasp. Drake, Tate and Ryker spin around at the sound and a loud growl rips out of Ryker.
“Get her outta here! Now!” Ryker yells at Drake and Tate. Tim lifts his head and I see one side of his face was burnt, his eye literally burnt out of his head.
A lopsided smile graces his face and he looks at me. “46 what a pleasant surprise. I suppose you’re here to find out where,” he doesn’t finish, Ryker punching him and knocking him out. His jaw breaking and hanging loosely .
“I said get her the fuck out!” Ryker says using his Alpha voice.
Drake rushes toward me grabbing my arm, Tate behind him.
“Come on Luna, not a place for you,” Tate says, grabbing my other arm. I shove them off and Ryker growls at me. The onyx eyes of his wolf glaring at me. Drake grabs my arm and I shove him and he goes flying into the wall.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it!” I rush to him feeling terrible. I didn’t mean to shove him so hard. Just before I reach him I am grabbed from behind, an arm wrapping around my waist and jerking me back. Tingles rushing up my arms and Ryker growls menacingly, before dragging me toward the stairs.