Mates with a Dom

Chapter 18

I groaned as pain seared through my head. I went to reach up to rub my forehead, but I couldn’t move my arms. 

Brooklyn had taken the handcuffs off of me, hadn’t she? 

I blinked my eyes open slowly. I looked down to see I was tied to a chair. 

I dragged my eyes up as I heard a small whimper. I jumped as I saw Brooklyn’s still naked body sitting a few feet in front of me on the floor, her hands tied behind her back. She stared back at me, tears continuously running down her already stained cheeks. 

I frowned as the memory rushed back to me. 

“What happened?!” I yelled across to her. She didn’t respond. “Brooklyn?! What the hell happened?!” 

“I’m sorry.” she mumbled. 

Why the hell did she keep apologizing? 

“No need to apologize, baby. You did just as you were told.” A deep voice echoed through the room.

I caught sight of a tall blonde man as he walked into the room. I knelt down next to Brooklyn, placing a soft lingering kiss on her lips. She pulled away from him, only to have him grab her hair and roughly pull her face back to his. He smashed his lips back onto hers. “You should know by now baby. Don’t fight me.” he growled. 

I jerked in my chair, trying to break free of my restraints. How dare that asshole touch my mate like that?! Who the hell did he think he was?! 

The man’s eyes looked over to me. “I don’t believe your friend and I have been introduce, baby.” Brooklyn looked down to the floor. The man roughly grabbed her face, making her look at him. “Introduce. Us.” he spat. 

“Zack, this is Sebastian. Sebastian… Zack.” 

I felt my wolf pushing further to the surface. So this was the prick? The person that had caused my mate so much pain?! 

The second I got out of the chair I was going to rip his throat out! 

“So nice to meet you, Zackary.” 

“Get your fucken hands off her!” I growled. 

Sebastian laughed; the lines around his eyes were more prominent now. He looked rather old. “Ahh, let’s not get touchy so soon, Zackary. We’ve only just met. Though I assume Brooklyn has told you a lot about me. Much more than she has told me about you.” He sighed. “At least let me tell you why you’re here.” 

I listened intently, waiting for him to continue. 

“I showed up at Brooklyn’s house not to long ago. I’d say about two weeks ago.” He ran his hand though Brooklyn’s hair as he talked. “I brought her here… home. Where she should be. She tried to fight me, but of course she was no match. She begged and pleaded that I let her go. But we all know that I can’t do that. I told her that I was the only one for her. She was, and is still mine.