Her Triplet Alphas by Joanna J

Chapter 34: Kidnappers

Chasity’s POV

Please, this could not be real. I woke up on a hard cold metal floor. I was inside of a van. I could not

scream. I had been gagged and bound. I struggled against my restraints. I tried to shift. I could not.

There was a pain in my neck. I had a silver choker on, I realised. Tears welled up in my eyes. It burned!

The silver! The ropes cut into me.

Felix! FELIX! I tried over mind-link since I could not get any words out with my mouth stuffed with a

cloth and tape placed over it.

ALEX! CALIX! HELP ME! I screamed over mind-link. Who knows how far away they were. The marks

on

my neck were painful. I knew their marks hurt too. We were bonded deeply that way.

Please don’t think I ran away. Please don’t think I ran away. Please don’t think I ran away. I chanted

this over mind link over and over like a mantra. They had to know that I did not run away. I loved them

so

much.

The van came to a sudden halt. The door to the back opened. A tall figure loomed over me. A voice.

Distinctly male. So deep and gruff. He was barking orders in a different language. I spotted a tattoo on

the man’s ankle, a snake curled around a full moon. Had this man been the huge wolf or the one that

grabbed me?

“You sure this is her?” Said a voice.

“Yeah the triplet’s mate,” said a higher pitched voice.

“Boss will be so pleased,” said the voice.

“I want the full amount before I hand her over,” said the higher pitched voice.

“No, half now, half later,” said the deeper voice.

“Are you out of your mind? Do you know what I risked to get her?” Said the high-pitched voice. “I want

my money now!”

After!” Bellowed the deeper voice.

Snarls and growls.

“The other guy before me got his neck snapped by lover boy, the crazy one, her middle alpha. Felix

killed him in a matter of seconds. He died trying to bring her to you!” Said the higher pitched voice.

Hearing Felix’s name thrown around like that made my heart ache. I suddenly felt nauseated. I felt

awful. I needed help. I wished I were draped over Felix’s chest with Alex and Calix on either side of me.

I couldn’t stop picturing Calix’s dimples, Alex’s baby blue eyes and Felix’s devilish grin. My heart

soared a little even if I was only with them in my imagination.

Heavy footsteps resounded in my ears. I was hoisted upwards. I tried to kick and scream but to no

avail. I was bound too tightly. Everything was a blur. Someone slung me over his shoulder like I was a

sack of potatoes. I was carried out of the van and into a building. I squirmed in the person’s arms until

he barked at me, “If you don’t hold still i’ll have to knock you out.” I went limp in the person’s arms. He

swung me off his shoulder and onto a cold hard surface that was higher off the ground than I had

expected. I was on a table. A wooden dining room table. I glanced around. I was in a high-ceilinged

room with stone walls. I could hear the crackling of a fire nearby and felt b]us warmth. I heard the

scraping of knifes and forks against ceramic. Someone was eating dinner. I could hear them gulping

mouthfuls of liquid, probably wine, and eating food. I smelt steak, medium rare, tinged pink in the

middle.The smell upset me. The nausea. I began to thrash about.

“What’s wrong with her?” Asked the deep voice.

“She’s suffocating!” Said the higher one.

“Do something!” Commanded the deeper voice.

The duct tape was ripped off my lips and my gag was removed. My mouth felt grainy and dry. I

coughed. The cough sounded hoarse. I was surprised how little power I had in my voice.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

Someone was loosening the ties on me. I was able to sit up. My wrists were still bound behind my back

and my ankles were tied. I felt a small amount of relief. I looked at my kidnappers.

The higher pitched voice belonged to a skinny man with a gaunt pointy face, straggly greasy hair and

beady eyes. He was human. What was he doing with werewolves? He must have been the one with

the chloroform. The other was clearly a werewolf. He was tall, broad shouldered and heavily muscled.

He had a sleeve of tattoos on his left arm and a few tattoos on his right. His ankle bore the snake with

the full moon tattoo. He had hazel eyes from what I could tell, maybe green, tanned skin and brown

cropped hair. His jaw was strong. Something about his demeanour reminded me of Felix, making me

think he was tough and even violet yet good-hearted deep down. Deep deep down. He was a criminal.

I fixed them with a blank stare. There was no need to antagonise them. I had seen tons of movies

where the kidnapped person threatens the kidnappers. I didn’t think that was smart.

“Hey, I just want to know what you want?” I asked again, still a whisper but clearer. “Money?”

The Felix-like one smirked. He was less cute. I frowned. My heart hurt. Maybe my mind had made up

their resemblance as a coping mechanism.

“What’s your name?” I asked the Felix-like one. I looked at the human.

“Maurice,” said the human. I smiled. “Shut the f**k up. Shut the is my first name and fuck-up is my

last name,” said the Felix-like one.

Fuck-up was the perfect name for him but I couldn’t insult him. I laughed very feebly. He gave me the

weirdest of looks. I looked around at the place. It was a castle based on the design, stone walls, high-

ceilings, huge brick fireplaces. The kidnappers already had money. Or at least their boss did. I had to

ask.

“Are you going to kill me?” I asked nonchalantly. I had to be prepared. The Felix-like one widened his

eyes and looked at me like I was crazy. Maurice just stared.

“No, we just have to keep…” began Maurice but the Felix-like one nudged him in the stomach.

Maurice grimaced. “Dante,” he groaned. Dante. I smiled, a bit smug.

“Dante,” I said.

Dante fixed me with a sneer.

“Listen, you little brat, no one is going to coddle you here like your love-sick alphas do so enough chit

chat unless you want the gag back in,” Dante growled.

I blinked at him. I did not think they were hired to kill me. They would not have hastily removed the gag

when I was spluttering on it if the end goal was my death anyway. They had to keep me alive for some

reason. I nodded to show Dantel understood. He seemed even more upset that I was behaving.

“Should we feed her?” Asked Maurice.

“She’ll be fine. One day won’t kill her,” Dante grumbled.

“May I have some water?” I asked.

There was an empty wine glass on the table. Dante picked it up and dipped it into a murky fish tank

nearby that seemed devoid of fish. He offered me the greenish brown water. I did not react to it. I had

been through much worse. Dante seemed to think I had spent my whole life being coddled by my

Alphas and would crack over some grimy water. He was sadly mistaken. I was convinced he was the

huge white wolf. I had gone hungry and been dehydrated before. Dante swung me over his shoulder.

We were heading up a walled flight of steps. There was a small room at the top with a cot and a simple

bathroom attached. He

threw me down on the cot. He took a dagger and cut the ties on my wrists and ankles.

“I’m doing this so I don’t have to help you use the bathroom. There are no windows in the bathroom

Nasa or here in the bedroom. You will be fed periodically. If you rush the door when I open it, the

restraints go back on!” Threatened Dante.

I nodded emphatically.

“My name is Chasity,” I said.

Dante snorted with laughter. “I would hope so.”

“Do you know my parents?” I asked eagerly. I had to ask. I knew it was a long shot but…

Dante’s sneer faltered a little but quickly recovered. I caught it though.

“When was the last time you saw them?” I whispered intensely. “Shut up!” Growled Dante, his eyes

turning black. I stiffened.

I sighed. I felt drained but unable to sleep. It was cold. I needed my alphas’ body heat. I sighed. As

soon as Dante left, I scoured the room for any weak point. No windows. Only door was the exit. The

door between the bathroom and bedroom had actually been ripped off its hinges. I wondered if we

were still in my alphas’ pack lands. If the Luna was behind this, would she actually want me dead? Who

would her boys marry if she got rid of me? I tried to mind-link again, calling Alex first a few times, then

Calix and then

Felix. Silence. I was far away or perhaps I had been injected with wolfsbane or something that

prevented my lupine abilities from working well. I etched a notch into the bed frame. I sighed. I fell into

a fitful sleep. I tossed and turned all night. I woke up to wave after wave of nausea. I vomited and

vomited in the bathroom.

“What’s wrong with her?” Snarled Dante outside my door. “Is it contagious.”

Tretched again. I had never felt this way. I groaned.

They went away for a while. The door opened. Dante threw a box at me. “Pee on it,” he said

offhandedly.

I glanced at the box. It was a pregnancy test!