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that.”
    “You have to. I have no idea how long I'll be gone.”
    “I don't need to become Alpha. I can keep things going here while you're away. ”
    “The pack needs an Alpha who they can see every day. You've earned the right.”
    “But—”
    “No buts. I'll make an announcement later today.
    “On one condition,” Hill said.
    “What's that?”
    “When you find Louise, and you both return, I'll step down and you can resume your role as Alpha.”
    “I've got a better idea. We can fight for the role.”
    “Same result. You always could kick my arse.”
    They both laughed.

Part 3 – LOUISE (1989)
     
     
     
    Chapter 10
     
     
    “Craven?” I walked over to the door which was still wide open. “Stop messing around.”
    The corridor was deserted. What the hell? Where was he?
    A hand covered my mouth. Someone was standing behind me.
    “Who did you think it was?” Craven whispered into my ear as he moved his hand away.
    “You scared me half to death.” I spun around and thumped my palms against his chest.
    “I'm sorry,” he said as he pushed the door closed with his foot. “You look exceptionally beautiful this morning.”
    “Are you kidding? I look like shit. I haven't even had a shower yet.”
    “In that case—” A wicked grin crept across his face as he pinched my nipple lightly through the thin fabric of the tee-shirt. “Maybe I could join you.”
    “I'd like that.” I hurled myself at him—wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs tight around his waist. A tingle ran through my body as I felt his erection pressed hard against my sex.
     
    “It's cold!” I screamed.
    He'd pushed me into the shower—I was still wearing tee-shirt and panties.
    Craven grinned at me from the other side of the shower door. “Don't worry. I'll soon warm you up,” he said.
    I watched impatiently as he discarded his clothes. By the time he'd joined me, the shower was running warm.
    “Why have you got your clothes on?” he said.
    Before I could respond, he'd ripped off my panties. Then he ran his hands under my tee-shirt, and pulled the soaking wet top off over my head. I grabbed his firm buttocks and pulled him hard against me. I could feel his erection throbbing against my tummy.
    He grabbed my leg and hoisted it up onto his thigh. Our eyes met as he slid first one, and then a second finger inside me. Water cascaded over our faces as we kissed with a ferocity born out of pure lust.
     
    His thumb flit back and forth across my clit as I rode his fingers hard. I was on the point of orgasm when he grabbed me by the hips, and spun me around so that I was leaning with my hands against the wall of the shower.
    After he'd nudged my legs apart with his foot, he whispered, “I'm going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked.”
    “Do it!” I shouted, and then gasped as he thrust his rock hard cock deep inside me.
    He fucked me with such force that my arms almost gave way.
    “Don't stop!” I said, as I pushed back to meet his every thrust.
    His hand slid between my legs, and his fingers found my clit.
     
    As my own climax overtook me, I felt his body grow tense. I knew he was about to come. He began to thrust even faster—even harder—until I felt him spill his seed deep inside me.
    It took me several seconds to catch my breath. When I turned around he'd gone. The shower had gone. The bathroom had gone. All that was left was the blackness.
     
    I sat up in bed, and looked around my prison. A beetle made its way across the floor. Outside, a bird sang. I hated the dreams and the false hope they gave me. The nightmares I could handle—after all I was living one every day.
     
    The back of the toilet door was covered in small nicks. I'd long since abandoned recording the days. I knew what date it was, but only because Marlow kept me posted. The days had turned into weeks, the weeks into months, and the months into years. It was difficult to believe I'd been there fifteen years, and yet it felt more like a