Chapter 30
Bryan's POV
Baby, we're coming. Keep distracting him, and when I tell you to, let out as loud of a scream as your lungs while muster. I heard Steven's thoughts in my head, and I had to stop myself from nodding.
How on earth was I going to distract him?
"What then?" I spoke out. Dustin turned around from the small table having yet pulled off the sheet.
"What do you mean?" He asked and walked up beside me.
"You know Steven won't stop, even if you can undo our bond. What are you going to do then?" I asked. Maybe I could get him to monologue. That how it worked in all of the movies. Get them talking to buy you as much time as you could.
"Ah. Yes, I have given that some thought. That was obvious after he mated with you. But I think I came up with a pretty good plan. Oh Stacy; why don't you make your grand entrance?" Before he could finish, I could hear clacking on the hard stone floor. Like the sound of high heels stomping on stone.
As I tried to turn my head, I saw a female start to walk into the room. Coming further into the room, her silhouette was illuminated by the room's light, and I saw who it was; the blonde bitch who drugged me in the bunker.
"Why hello you little man stealing fag!" She hissed out as she came to my side.
"Now, now Stacy. Remember, he's my mate." Dustin smirked as he looked at her.
"Whatever. I only stating the facts. He stole what was rightfully mine." Stacey said, with great annoyance in her eyes.
"What did I steal from you? I don't even know you." I looked up at her, incredulously.
"Don't play stupid, or are you really that retarded? Steven belonged to me, and I would have had him to, but then you had to come along and take him from me. If it weren't be for you, he wouldn't have mated with me, and I'd be carrying his baby." She said, looking down at my stomach where Steven's pup was growing. God, she was just as demented as Dustin.
"But how do you play into this? How do you even know Dustin?" I asked, looking back over to Dustin, who had turned his back to us to go over to the small table.
"I didn't... that is until I found out from the pack that you had a 'stalker.' So I reached out to him and made a deal. He could do whatever he wanted with you, as long as I got to keep Steven, alive" She stated, looking over at Dustin. But he didn't even turn around or acknowledge her. There's no way Dustin would allow Steven to live. Maybe I could pin them against each other?
"Leave Steven alive? You mean to tell me, you're going to leave Steven alive, and what? Hope this bitch can distract him? Do you really think that's going to work?" I asked Dustin, as he finally turned around to look at me.
"Well, I'll give him a chance to take the offer, but if he doesn't, I always have this." He pulled back the sheet over the small table to find several cutting instruments, and a gun.
He picked up the gun, and cocked it. Then looked down at me.
"What? That wasn't part of the deal!" Stacy shouted. "You promised that if I helped you kidnap this little faggot, Steven would be all mine!"
Dustin smirked, and when I looked at his eyes, he had this sick sadistic look in them, and I had a bad feeling my plan for distraction about to be short lived. Dustin quickly raised his gun and shot off twice, hitting Stacey.
With a fatal scream, Stacy fell to the floor. I couldn't see her anymore, but from the lack of hearing any movement, I knew she was dead.
"I guess I was lying." Dustin said, coming around the table looking down at her body. I saw him kick her, and the revolting sound of blood and flesh squished back. I was start to get nauseous, and wanted to puke.
At that moment, Steven burst into my head like a freight train, and demanded I scream. Not for the distraction, but to know I was alive. As luck would have it, Dustin turned back to me and pointed the gun at me.
"Who's next?" With that, I took a quick and deep intake of breath, and screamed as hard as I could, hoping the cobble stone and concrete walls would help the sound reach Steven.
Steven's POV
It was getting harder and harder to see as we creep deeper into the bunker. There was very little natural light, even after all of these years of the place not being used. And wolf vision only helped so much while being in human form.
Paul was next to me, and gave me a side glance. I knew he was slightly uneased about how easy it was for me to control not only Bryan's Father, but Alpha Jonathan as well. My pack knew I was a strong Alpha, with a great amount of power. But no one knew just how powerful I was, with the exception of Bryan, who had felt the strength of my rage. I kept it that way for a reason.
As we walked, I tried to pick up on Bryan's scent, knowing we were against the clock right now, but the stench of mold, mildew, and sewage was too overpowering.
BANG, BANG!
I stopped in my tracks, and my heart froze with it. Oh God, that couldn't be...
I looked over at Paul hoping I had only imagined the sound, but the look on his face told me otherwise. I lurched forward and followed the echo of the gunshots as best I could, but the sound was fading too fast. Until suddenly, it was quiet all over again.
I came up to a branch in the hallways, and one wrong move could be the difference between saving Bryan, and him dying.
BRYAN! I barked out, panic starting to course through my veins. SCREAM! SCREAM FOR ME RIGHT NOW! I command as hard as I could. At this point I didn't care if I force him to do something he didn't want, I need to hear that he was okay.
A second went by, and I didn't hear anything. I could hear my own blood pulse in my ear, my breath starting to get faster and faster as a panic attack threatened to overtake me.
And then...
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Clear as day, his scream hit my ears from the right, and I launched myself down the corridor, making no hesitation. I knew I left the rest of them behind me, but I had to get to Bryan. And just as quickly as I heard Bryan scream, it stopped and I stopped with it. But then I heard a voice. I concentrated and had to hold back the roar that was building up inside of me.
"Shut up! God that's annoying. Scream like that again, and I'll shoot you, like I did her." I couldn't help but take a deep intake of breath at the realization that it wasn't Bryan who had been shot.
I crept forward some more, by now Paul had caught up with me, and Alpha Jonathan was only a little behind him. I turned back and put my finger over my mouth to single them to make no noise.
I pushed back into Bryan's head and felt the fear pulsing through him. Baby, I'm right here.
Bryan's POV
"Shut up! God that's annoying. Scream like that again, and I'll shoot you, like I did her." Dustin still had the gun pointed at me, and I closed my mouth. I could feel the tears starting to form in my eyes. I was trying so hard not to be scared, but seeing him shoot Stacy, was starting to hit me.
My breath was becoming ragged with fear, and all I wanted was for Steven to be here. For him to hold me and tell me everything was going to be okay.
Baby, I'm right here. I felt as Steven invaded my mind, and I felt a soothing calmness spread over my nerves. He was taking away my fear. I saw through his eyes, and could see he was just outside the door. But I made a point to not look in that direction. It would only tip Dustin off.
Steven, he's got a gun! He's already killed this Stacy girl from our pack. PLEASE be careful! I can't lose you. I begged, the tears starting to fall.
It's okay baby. I'll protect you and make you safe again, no matter the cost. I wanted to scream because I knew what that meant. That meant he would do whatever it took to save me, even if it meant his own life.
I was so busy begging Steven to not leave me, that I didn't notice until it was too late, Dustin stuck a needle into my arm. The syringe was filled with a clear liquid and fire burned in my arm as he pushed the liquid in deeper.
"That should help. Before you know it, that little parasite in you will be gone, and we'll be far away from here." Dustin pulled the syringe from my arm, and placed it back on the table, picking up a knife instead.
My head started to get dizzy, and I had to fight to keep my eyes open. "What did you put in me?" My voice cracked at the end.
"Oh, just a little something to put you to sleep so you won't feel anything. You'll be in dreamland soon enough, my precious mate." He patted my cheek with his hand then went to lift my shirt, with a blade in hand. "Now try not to move too much, I don't want to leave a bad scar on your beautiful body."
I could feel the bile rising in my stomach, getting ready to burst out of my mouth. And as hard as I fought to keep awake, the drug was pulling down faster and faster.
I started to whimper as I felt the cold blade just barely touch my skin as a loud roar filled the room, and Dustin jerked back.
"How the fuck?!" Dustin screamed, and grabbed for the gun.
I heard rustling around as my eyelids got heavier and heavier.
"I'm here Bryan. It'll be okay baby, it'll be okay." I heard Steven snarl out, but I could barely see anything that was happening around me at this point.
"If I can't have him, you sure as hell won't either!" Dustin barked out, and then there were gunshots.
BANG, BANG, BANG.
I couldn't help but scream at the thought that Steven was the one who got shot. And then the world went dark, and the drugs fully pulled me under.
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Author's Note:
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