Home is Where the Heart Is (Cloverleah Pack #13) - Lisa Oliver Page 0,1
by fucking one. And underneath that loneliness was the fucking fear that a half wolf didn’t deserve a love like that and that he’d never have someone accept him for exactly who he was. That dark angel had played him like the old proverbial fiddle, and he walked right into the trap so artfully set for him.
Wesley had accepted his captivity was all his own fault. Cloverleah was his pack. Even if he wasn’t entitled to a mate because he was a half breed, the pack took him in as their own. Hell, Wes had helped protect the pack on more than one occasion. And Wes goddamn got what he damn well deserved because he betrayed his pack and his alpha by listening to that beautiful fucker in that stupid club, to the point of getting himself captured. He didn’t get the blow job or the quickie he was looking for, but he damn well got what he deserved.
Not a lot of point in thinking about it now. Sighing, Wes freed his cock, letting his pee flow, staring into the fuzzy gloom that didn’t let him see much of the rest of the world beyond the wards. Not that he would see much anyway in the eerie red glowing half-light that never changed from one hour to the next.
Wes had lost all track of time ages ago. His phone didn’t work and died completely when the battery ran out. His watch was frozen at 10:32, Friday April 19th. The only reason Wes knew the watch was indicating p.m. was because that was the moment he’d been taken. Who knew how long ago? Wes didn’t have a clue, but it sure felt like several lifetimes. Several lifetimes of sand and the goddamn warded cave he couldn’t escape.
He stared down, purely because the view hadn’t changed and then frowned. Huh. That’s fucking weird. Great. He was going bat shit crazy because now he was fascinated by pee patterns. Wes stared and cocked his head. Something was different this time. Where’s the line?
The first time Wesley’s bladder pushed hard enough to make him find a spot to pee, the freaking line against the wards had, excuse the phrase, pissed him off. The dark bastards were so dead set on keeping him captive, even his pee couldn’t escape. The wards crackled every time he’d edged toward them to see if he could breach them in any way. Not even his pee could get through, something Wes was reminded of, every single time he had to empty his bladder and his pee formed a line in the sand.
Today, there wasn’t a line. This must be some kind of trick. Stuffing his cock back into his dirty smelly pants, Wes edged forward, tentatively reaching out his hand to where the wards should be. He held his breath, waiting for the shock and burning that trying to breach the wards would bring, along with the final jolt backwards that always threw him on his ass.
Nothing happened, but Wes could clearly see his arm was beyond where the wards should be. Maybe the dark ones have been watching me and don’t like me peeing on their wards. Maybe, they’ve been moved out a bit. Wesley stretched his arm out a bit further and then he wiggled his fingers. “What the fuck?” He waved his arm in a circle. Still nothing. Not a crackle, a zap, or anything to suggest the wards had ever been there.
“I’ve lost it. I’ve completely lost it.” Wesley stared at the end of his fingers, almost afraid to bring his arm close again. “Son of a bitch. If this is some fucking sort of game, I’ll shred the next dark bastard I see.” He slowly lowered his arm, wondering if the lack of wards was just another way the dark bastards were fucking with him.
Glancing back into the cave, Wes took in the dip in the sand he had created a nest out of to sleep in, and then over at the rapidly shrinking store of food he had rationed since it suddenly stopped appearing. Well, hell. He’d been rationing from day one, never sure if he could trust his captors to feed him regularly. But the last food appeared quite some time ago, and his reserves were sparse. Wes had been wondering for a while now, if the dark bastards were simply going to starve him to death. Wards down. No food. Something had happened. Wes just wasn’t sure what.