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a blood feud between packs.
    He’d driven Ellie away, and that haunted him. There was no way he could he introduce a woman he’d bedded to Olivia Deerstalker, the fiancée his father had found him. Elves’ blood, I’ve never been so trapped or uncertain . He wished there had been another way. Yeah, the way he’d behaved after screwing Ellie definitely hadn’t been his finest hour.
    Pamela should have found her by now. Perhaps Ellie wouldn’t tell her friend the way Joel’s sex drive had overpowered his common sense. Perhaps she’s ashamed she fucked me?
    Damn it, I never meant to hurt her . She deserved a good man, not a halfwit who’d offered to marry someone he’d never set eyes on. Even if he wanted to claim Ellie, and the jury was still out on that, he’d asked his father to find him a fiancée. It had seemed such a good idea back then. Not so much now.
    A pack alpha and an Elf? Not a politically good pairing, but their sex had been a revelation. Besides, there’d never been an Elf like Ellie. Her resilience amazed him, and he hardly noticed her scars. For all he admired her, and surely that’s all it was, he’d made her feel second best. He’d never forgive himself for that.
    Back on the cliff top, his inner beasts had ganged up on him and turned him more wolf than man. Hunting Ellie down and screwing her had calmed them. Much as his human side rued the consequences, there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

Chapter Five
    Ellie’s kidnappers grinned, and not in a kind way.
    The tall one with the sparse hair taunted. “Don’t worry, the basement locks up tight. How do you feel about spiders and cockroaches?”
    “Spiders don’t bother me,” Ellie shot back, “and the biggest cockroaches aren’t in the cellar.”
    The chubby guy frowned as he puzzled out her insult. ”Shut yer mouth, or I’ll make you.”
    She needed to get on their good side, so maybe she shouldn’t have been so quick to call this pair cockroaches. Time for another Oscar-winning performance . She bit her lower lip and blinked as if trying not to cry. The men curled their lips in contempt.
    Damn, I knew I should have been an actress. Move over, Jennifer Lawrence. Ellie Paget’s in town. No! I need to stop daydreaming and start leaving . Okay, time to butter up her captors. Eyes downcast, she thought of how Joel had used her, and this time she let a few tears fall. She kept her breathing shallow and stared into the distance. She acted as though she truly feared them, and honestly part of her did.
    There’d be no Lykae rescue this time. Not after the terrible things Joel had said to her. She was on her own here, but Laurel and Hardy were going down.
    She deliberately added a tremor to her voice. “Please, can we call a temporary truce? I’ll clean the kitchen and cook dinner. I’ll even promise not to escape until we’ve eaten.”
    Her captors exchanged glances.
    The thin one nodded. “Break your word; we’ll break your bones.”
    She kept her gaze on the ground. “I won’t give you any trouble.”
    Two hours later, the kitchen surfaces gleamed and a full rack of clean crockery stood beside the sink. When she mopped the floor, she discovered it was gray slate not black. Even the old-fashioned range shone with a fresh coat of polish. The fridge came next on her list, followed by the larder.
    All that manual labor had given her time to think about Joel. Apart from the way he’d dissed her afterward, sex with a man she cared about was amazing.
    She’d give anything to fuck him again. Damn, her panties grew damp just thinking about his fingers caressing her pussy. He’d wanted to screw her, and she’d needed to know how sex felt when she was willing. Astounding. Mind-blowing. Devastating. There just weren’t enough adjectives to describe it.
    Consensual sex—the drug-free sort that touched her soul and warmed her heart—was the sort of ecstasy she’d only dreamed of. At least it had been until he offered to