5 comments/ 17330 views/ 16 favorites Just my Luck Ch. 01 By: Jezzahbehl ******** Deep, heavy breathing brought Chelsea out of the thoughts of her own mind and back into reality. Who was she kidding? Not herself that was for sure. The large cat was going to find her no matter where she hid from it, all cats had keen senses. The tree was too high for Chelsea to climb back down quickly so she slowly started her decent towards the ground. Sighing she knew that this may be the last time she would ever get to climb a tree. When she hit the ground however the Black Panther looking cat was nowhere to be seen. I might live for another day yet. This thought was comforting as she headed away from the tree and back to her abandoned tent. Chelsea Hawksworth had planned to go camping to escape the drama of the local hospital. She did not however expect her peaceful trip to be interrupted by giant black cats. Just my luck. I had to be found by some big, black scary thing when I should have been found by some big, sexy hunk of a man. Chelsea had suffered from some very heartbreaking relationships and was still set on finding the one who made her life worth living. One day I will find him, and he will sweep me off my feet. I just know it. With a sigh she slipped into a slumber. **** Somewhere across a river close by.... **** Jake swished his tail in frustration. What were you thinking you idiot? Of course she ran away, you charged at her looking like a bloody panther you dickhead! Jake had been hunting when the strangers scent had caught his attention. He had followed his nose until he saw a clearing with a small tent in the middle. The strangers scent had screamed 'I am in heat' at him the closer he got. Eventually his panther's instincts had taken over and he had rushed into the tent, intending to claim her for his own. However that had been foiled quickly when the foriegn girl had stirred and saw him. A scream that would put a Banshee to shame had been emitted from her lips and she scurried away from him to the furthest corner of the tent. Eventually she had escaped the enclosed space of the tent and climbed a nearby tree. Jake had followed her, not realising that he looked like a giant cat before turning tail and retreating. I shall have to introduce myself in another way. **** Chelsea awoke feeling malnourished despite the fact she had eaten only eight hours ago. Must have been my midnight climb. The events of last night still puzzled her. Why had the cat retreated and where did it go? Shaking her head she emerged from the tent to prepare herself some breakfast. She sighed when she saw her pack in shreds, the only thing remaining was some muesli and dried fruit. Looks like I am cutting this trip short, probably not a bad idea with the wild cat though. Chelsea was about to start packing up when a rustle in the trees caused her to snap her head up and turn towards the bushes. Shit, why did I not bring a knife or something with me? Just as she prepared herself for death a man carrying a large camping pack emerged from the trees. A look of shock passed over his face before he opened his mouth to speak. "Oh, pardon me, I am sorry. I didn't expect to find anyone here. I thought I was the only one who knew about this clearing." Chelsea relaxed sensing that the man meant no harm. Flashing her brightest smile, she walked towards the stranger. "No worries, I actually stumbled across it. Feel free to stay; it would probably be nice to have some company. Name's Chelsea Hawksworth." The man looked at her extended hand before grasping it in his own and giving it a firm shake. "Nice to meet you Chelsea. I would love to keep you company. I'm Patrick McPallett." **** Later that night.... **** Jake returned to the river that night and looked across to the clearing. A low growl emanated from his chest as he saw a second tent next to the first. The scent of a male wolf lingered around the fire. Another were, shit, not her mate I hope. This thought chilled him to the bone. He had almost raped a woman who could be mated to a werewolf last night. That would have really gone down well with the council. Jake was a stray, on the run constantly. These parts were owned by a pack of strong wolves with an Alpha well known for his leadership. If Jake was discovered life could end badly for him. Reluctantly he slunk away into the night, his tail tucked between his legs. Looking back at the clearing he caught a glimpse of the girl with the enticing aroma before bounding away into the darkness of the night. **** Chelsea saw something move across the river and she quickly looked over. "Chelsea, what is it? Is something over there?" She mentally shook herself, realising she had been staring at the trees and that Pat was talking to her. Slowly she turned her head to look at Patrick again and shook her head. "It was nothing. I just thought I heard something. You were saying?" Chelsea sat there and tried to look interested in his story, but truthfully she was more interested in his body. He was tall, at least six and a half foot, and big, very muscly, perhaps the result of many hikes. His blue eyes were soft and the dark curls that cascade from his head towards his shoulders gave him a boyish handsomeness. He looks to be in his early twenties. Much younger than my late thirties. Chelsea sighed and brought herself out of her daydreaming. **** Patrick sensed the other were as soon as it reached the small river. Immediately he was on guard, prepared to protect this woman he had just met with his life. Trying to keep his inner wolf under control he continued to tell a story to Chelsea. He was still amazed by her beauty. She had amazing long, wavy Auburn hair and bright green eyes to match. She had a small round face with an adorable button nose, splattered with a faint hint of freckles over her pale skin. She was a short thing, probably only just breaking five foot, but man she had amazing curves. In and out in all the places a woman should. He longed to caress them. Hold her in his arms. Noticing her attention had turned to cross the river he pulled himself out of his reverie and questioned her thoughts? Surely she could not have sensed the stray. Only weres can sense things that far away. "Chelsea, you seem distracted. Are you alright?" Chelsea stared at him, a puzzled look marring her features. "Hmmm, no I am fine. Just a bit tired I guess. Hey if you don't mind me asking, do you think we could share a tent, I had a frightening run in with a wild cat last night." Pat didn't mind at all, she had just given him the excuse to be near her and to protect her. "No of course not. I have seen a few wild cats out here myself lately, better safe than sorry right?" Quietly they went to the tents; Patrick gave one more look across the river before following Chelsea in. **** Just my Luck Ch. 02 Hey there! Thank you for your feedback. Here is the next instalment... Jezz **** Chelsea woke to the feeling of a nice, hard body next to hers. Sometime during the night she had managed to completely tangle herself with Patrick. Sighing contentedly she snuggled into his chest to try and catch a few more winks. Suddenly she remembered herself. Sitting up quickly she was relieved to see that both were still clothed. Why the hell am I sleeping tangled with a guy I know nothing about? Chelsea felt herself starting to freak out and breathed deeply to control her thoughts. Remember deep breaths and count back from ten. Ten...Nine...Eight...Seven – Seven was as far as she got because at that moment Patrick decided to awake from his slumber. Blinking twice he looked at Chelsea, trying to remember who she was where he was. Chelsea couldn't help but check him out as he sat there confused. God his eyes are amazing, they are just so blue, impossibly so. Her thoughts were once again interrupted as Patrick finally remembering himself. "Morning camper, have a good sleep; no cats come to get you during the night?" Chelsea laughed at his attempt at humour. "Morning to you too, I slept as well as someone can when they have to share a small tent. No, no big cats trying to feast on me, thankfully." **** Patrick awoke to see an amazing beauty beside him, lost deep in her thoughts. When she noticed he was awake she jumped slightly. He didn't mean to startle her. After their short salutations he removed himself from her tent and bedding, heading towards his own to prepare for the day. When he came out he saw Chelsea standing with her back to him at the small river washing her face. Her little denim cut-off shorts clinging tightly to her ample arse, and her torso covered by an equally as tight turquoise coloured halter top. Now that is what I call a woman. Patrick walked down to the little river and stood beside her, looking out into the forest. "Beautiful day isn't it?" He looked at her with questioning eyes. "I can't say I don't agree with you on that one. I was thinking about going hiking today, want to join me?" Patrick looked at Chelsea contemplatively for a moment before nodding. "Sure I will just go get my pack; you're making the sandwiches for lunch though." He laughed when she poked her small pink tongue out of her full sensual lips at him. Boy if she keeps this up it is going to be one hell of a camping trip. **** Jake sat in the shadows of the trees watching the small encounter between Pat and Chelsea. I have to get close to her, just speak to her. I have to show myself in my human form, but the wolf might smell me and think I am here to take his mate. Fuck, I am in such a predicament. Jake paced back and forth thinking about a way to meet this mysterious woman who had an amazing body. Of course, you are an idiot Jake; the witches must have a spell to conceal my scent, surely. Jake ran off towards the big wooden lake house about one kilometre away from the small clearing. I am going to meet this woman wether it kills me or not. **** Four hours later.... **** Chelsea was enjoying herself on the hike with Patrick. She looked at him from underneath the cover of her hair and smiled when she saw him struggling to open his water bottle. "Here, let me do that." She went to take the bottle but he pulled it closer to his chest and pouted at her. God he is so sexy, with all his little faces. "Not going to happen. I can open it myself." He went back to struggling before finally dropping his head in defeat. "Fine, you open it. I swear it is a stupid bottle, how can you sell something that doesn't open." He handed the bottle to Chelsea with such a defeated look on his face she had to laugh. "Pat, its ok you were just doing it wrong. You have got to push the button and twist the lid to open it. That way it won't leak water in your pack." Patrick looked at her in contempt. He took a large gulp of water before speaking to her again. "That is the stupidest thing I have ever seen or heard of. Why would they bother making something that should be easy so hard?" Chelsea looked into Patrick's eyes and was taken aback by the intensity in them. She stared at him for what seemed like hours before she diverted her gaze. Patrick noticed her watching him and grabbed her wrists. "Chelsea you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, and might I say it has not been a very short life mind you." Chelsea giggled a little while blushing. She looked back into his eyes. "Your life has not been a long one, you are what, twenty five maybe? Me I am nearly thirty six. I am sure you will find someone who is a lot more attractive then what you think I am." Patrick blinked at her words then leant forward, resting his forehead against hers before breathing out slowly and answering her. "I am actually thirty nine thank you very much." Chelsea watched him with a look of disbelief crossing her face. Surely not, he did not just say thirty nine, must have said twenty nine. There is no way he is nearly forty. Her thoughts were interrupted though when she felt Patrick's lips softly touching her own. Chelsea gasped and went to pull away before realising how warm his lips were and how amazing they felt against her own. Patrick felt her hesitation quickly followed by her acceptance. Chelsea brought her arms up to rest around his neck, deepening the kiss as she did so. She felt Pat nibbling at her bottom lip, begging for entrance into her mouth. As soon as her lips parted his tongue dove into her mouth, embracing her tongue and challenging it to a duel. Chelsea felt his hands running softly down her sides, playing piano on her ribs, before coming to rest on her firm butt. Breaking away from the kiss, Patrick kissed her nose and both of her closed eyes. "You truly are the most amazing person I have ever met. You make me want to reveal everything about myself at the risk of losing all I have worked for. You have no idea how long I have waited to feel like this." Chelsea smiled hearing his words before reaching up to kiss him again. **** Somewhere above **** Jake was watching the intimate kiss shared between the two from up in one of the trees. Damn! If that bitch wasn't already his mate, then she definitely will be by tonight. I have to act fast then, I shall reveal myself tonight. On the plus side, the spell must be working because that good for nothing mutt has not even sensed my presence. Jake quietly jumped from his tree to another one close by before slipping away into the shadows of the forest. Tonight I shall introduce myself, she has to be mine, whether she is mated or not! **** Patrick watched Chelsea the whole way back to the clearing. He kept thinking about their kiss shared in the forest. There is no denying it, that woman is destined to be my mate, whether she knows it or not, the future is already decided. Patrick planned to reveal everything to Chelsea tonight, after dinner while they were curled up in the tent. Hopefully after sharing another searing kiss. Chelsea looked back at Patrick over her shoulder and waved. "Come on, I don't want to be stuck out here when the sun sets." She quickly broke into a run to get back to the clearing. Pat followed her closely behind, enthralled in the way her hips sashayed when she ran. Damn! For thirty six that woman most definitely is still sex on legs. Patrick was so captured in his thoughts that he ran into the back of Chelsea who had suddenly halted. He looked into the clearing and immediately saw why. Just my Luck Ch. 03 Patrick looked over Chelsea's shoulder and saw what had brought her to her abrupt halt. There in the middle of their little clearing was a man, completely naked except for the hair covering his body. He was about six foot three inch, with midnight black hair and deep brown eyes. The man wasn't very muscular, but toned just enough to see that he obviously spent some time working out. The stranger saw Chelsea and Patrick staring at him and he walked over, a hand stretched out to introduce himself. "Hello, my name is Jake, and your name must be beauty because that is was you are." Jake then kissed Chelsea's hand, causing a blush to creep into her cheeks and stilled. Patrick thought she might have died, but then she surprised everyone by pulling her hand back as though Jake had scalded it. "I am Chelsea, nice to meet you Jake." She moved closer into Pat's side which filled him with a sense of happiness. Jake's eyes moved to the man at Chelsea's side. He gave him an angry glare, curling his lips up into a snarl. "And you are?" Pat could feel the enmity radiating off the stranger and carefully thought about his answer before replying. Before Patrick got the chance to open his mouth though, Chelsea surprised him by answering Jake's question. "This is Patrick, he is my partner." The look on Patrick's face after Chelsea's introduction confused Jake. **** After the introductions Chelsea had asked Patrick if he could lend some clothes to Jake. Despite Jake's insistence that it was not necessary, Patrick did just as Chelsea asked. Chelsea could tell that Patrick did not like the new man, but at the same time was confused at her introduction of him, but also pleased. Well we did just kiss in the forest, so we can't say that there is no attraction between us, besides this man kind of scares me, whereas I feel safe around Patrick. **** A few hours later.... **** They were now sitting around the fire, Patrick cooking up a vegetable and steak soup from cans. "Tell me Jake, where are you from? I have never seen you around before, are you just a traveller?" Jake was unsure of how to answer Chelsea's question. "Well I guess you could say that I never stay in one place for longer than necessary." Patrick noticed Jake's reluctance to answer the question, as well as Chelsea which made her doubt his trustworthiness even more. Patrick was trying to figure out what to do about sleeping arrangements when Chelsea let out a large noisy yawn. "Well I am tired, I don't know about you two. Jake you can sleep in Patrick's tent if you like; it isn't like he is using it anyway." Patrick was shocked by her comment but made no move to correct her, keeping a calm façade. "I agree that hike really took the energy out of me, I will be in right after a wash my hands in the river." Patrick went down to the river to wash up and was shortly joined by Jake. "Are you seriously dating her? You must be quite something in the sack to have the honour of fucking something as hot as that." Patrick was disgusted in Jake's vulgarity and whipped around to face him. A growl emitted from his lips as her turned up his lips into a snarl. "I will not tolerate you talking about Chelsea like that. I don't care what you say about me but you will not talk about her like that." Jake put his hands up in submission and backed away. "Chill man, I was only kidding." **** Further up the clearing... **** Chelsea had watched the entire encounter down by the river from the confines of the tent. Jake really must have said something pretty bad to provoke a reaction like that. Patrick was walking towards the tent so she quickly sat down on her sleeping bag and waited for him. "What the hell happened down there? What did he say?" Chelsea pretty much leaped at him when he walked in to make sure he wasn't hurt. What is wrong with me? I never react this way with men. "Nothing, Chelsea. He just said some things that were inappropriate and I just made a point of telling him so. Stop fussing I am not hurt." Chelsea dropped her hands to her side, ashamed that she had reacted in such a way. "I am sorry Patrick; I was just making sure that you were ok. I won't invade your space again, sorry." Patrick lifted her head back up to face him then laid little kisses on both her cheeks. "There is no need to be sorry. I am flattered that you care enough about me to make sure that I am ok." Pat then leaned down to claim her lips with his own. Chelsea was so overcome by the sensations the kiss was causing that if he wasn't holding her around the waist to his body, then her knees would have collapsed and she would have ended on the floor. Oh damn, my camping trip started horrible, being chased by a cat, and now look at it. There is a tremendously sexy man kissing me in my tent, just my luck to find an amazing guy after so long. Patrick slowly pushed both their bodies to the ground, never breaking the kiss. Their tongues were involved in a sensual dance with exotic moves. Chelsea thought she might have died and gone to heaven, that is how heavenly these kisses truly were. **** Patrick finally broke the kiss, although reluctantly. He was in desperate need for a breath of air that wasn't Chelsea's. Man, just look at her. Her lips are all swollen from kissing, job well done I say. Chelsea was underneath Pat, eyes still closed, trying to regain her breath. "That was amazing; I have never been kissed like that before. I know this sounds cheesy but you must be an angel because that really did give me a taste of heaven." Patrick laughed a nice throaty sound that resonated from his chest. Me an angel, has she seen what she looks like right now. "Hardly an angel my sweet, they seldom come to earth often, but something much better than that." Patrick's words almost went unnoticed by Chelsea, but unfortunately she did hear them and sat up with a jolt. This in turn made her hit the top of her head on Pat's chin, making him bite his tongue, resulting in blood. Chelsea felt incredibly guilty for hurting him and fussed over him once more. "Oh Pat I am so sorry. I did not mean to hurt you, oh you're bleeding. Oh dear, what am I going to do? I am so sorry; your reply just startled me. Let me look." Pat opened his mouth to show her his tongue, but all the evidence of his injury was gone. Chelsea looked confused for a second, and then decided maybe he was never bleeding after all. She decided to ignore it and ask him what he meant by his answer. **** Jake heard the commotion in Chelsea's tent and immediately thought she was hurt. He ran over to their tent and listened. When he heard her fussing over Patrick being hurt he smiled. Bastard must have offended her. Damn, I love a woman who can defend herself. However the more he heard the more he realised they had not been fighting at all, she just simply sat up too fast. Geez, I thought that they were fighting; damn I almost had a shot at her, but not anymore. Not with that bloody dog around. Jake slowly turned away and got back into his own tent, settling down to sleep for the night. **** Patrick was unused to a woman other than his mother fussing over him. The feeling however did not go unwanted. Strangely he enjoyed her attention. Patrick suddenly tensed. What the hell was that? Patrick felt a strange feeling of being watched wash over his body bringing his wolf to the surface. HE looked towards the back of the tent, sensing something unusual there, but he could not place what it was. Eventually he just shook it off, assuming he had imagined it. Chelsea was looking at him with a strange look on her face, her fussing forgotten. "What is it? Patrick, is it that damned panther-thing again? I swear if it is I don't think I will be staying here tonight, I do not care how late it is." Patrick slowly turned his attention fully to her and looked at her with a puzzled expression. "To be honest with you, I have no idea what the fuck that was." He looked down and started to fiddle with the bedding nervously. "I have always been able to pinpoint these things. This has never happened." The words were directed towards himself, but they did not fall upon deaf ears. Chelsea looked at him quizzically. **** I do not think I have ever come across someone as unusual as Patrick. Chelsea was still watching Patrick closely. She was a little frightened by the expressions crossing his face, but kept her thoughts to herself. Eventually Patrick snapped out of his reverie. "Sorry Chels, I don't know what the hell that was. I do not feel particularly safe about staying here the night, but I am also not so convinced that running through the forest at night is such a good idea either. I think maybe we stay here the night, leave at dawn and head to the rangers cabin to warn him. What do you think?" Chelsea was silent for a while. "Well if you are with me I feel safer. I agree with the plan. Should we take Jake with us? I don't really feel safe around him so maybe we should warn the ranger about him too. I mean what kind of creep shows up naked at someone's camping grounds with absolutely no equipment? Do you think he could be a rapist or killer?" **** The last words were whispered so quietly that any human ears would not have heard them, but Jake was not human was he? He heard her as clear as if she had of shouted the words. A killer, well she was not far off the mark with that one was she, but a rapist. Well I didn't rape her when I had the chance did I? Anger filled Jake like never before. He was seething mad, not just at the pathetic little human bitch, but also at that fucking dog that was like her pet, following her everywhere, never disagreeing with what she said. I will show her not to mess with me, and that fucking mutt too. **** Hey there guys! Thanks a bunch for readin what I have to offer. I apologise in advance for any delays in my writing, it is hard to fit in recreational writing when at Uni. I also apologise for any spelling and/or grammatical errors, and the lack of sex, just trying to build the story you know. Keeping leaving me feedback, it helps:) Jezz Just my Luck Ch. 04 Just a fore warning there is a little bit of content that may discomfort some people. Feel free to skip it. I did not go into too many details though as to keep my readers comfortable. Enjoy... **** The next morning **** Patrick woke before Chelsea and decided to start packing up the clearing. He was putting the last of the cooking equipment into his pack when he decided he should probably wake Jake and Chelsea. He walked over to his tent and was surprised to see no Jake asleep inside. His immediate thought was to run to Chelsea's tent and make sure that she was safe. He burst into the tent and was relieved to see her still sleeping, alone. He crawled over to her and shook her gently. "Chelsea, wake up. We need to pack to leave." He waited until she opened her eyes and sat up before continuing. "Also Chelsea we need to go look for Jake. He is missing and I fear he may have been taken by your little panther friend." Chelsea blinked slowly, trying to clear away the sleepy haze. "Patrick? Oh, what time is it? Are you sure that he isn't just on a walk or something?" Patrick shook his head in a no gesture. Chelsea then leaned into Patrick. "I am just glad the panther thing didn't attack me again, or even you. I don't think I could live without you." Chelsea suddenly chocked, realising what she had just revealed. Patrick slowly stroked her hair. He felt the same way, and he knew she was feeling the pull of their mating bond, even if she didn't know what it was. "Don't worry you will never have to live without me. I promise." He felt foolish for saying that to her, but she had just bared her heart to him, and he had to do the same for her. Eventually Chelsea started to push Pat out of the tent so she could get dressed in privacy. **** A few short minutes later **** Patrick had left the cereal and milk out for Chelsea to have breakfast and gave it to her when she left the tent. He then started to pack a bag full of the necessities to set out on a rescue adventure. Once Chelsea finished she quickly laced up her hiking boots and left for the woods behind Pat. After a long silence Chelsea finally spoke up. "Did you hear anything last night? I know you felt something, you already said that, but did you actually hear anything? I didn't and was curious to know if you did." Patrick looked back at her and was once again taken aback by her beauty. "I didn't hear anything, no. I thought about the possibility of Jake just leaving on his own accord, but he was so infatuated with you I figured that made no sense." He watched Chelsea waiting to hear her response but was suddenly distracted by a rustling in the bushes. Patrick gestured for Chelsea to stay still and quiet before slowly walking towards the noise. He walked with caution, lest it be the panther. He was almost at the bush when he heard a high pitched scream that was quickly muffled. He whipped around; forgetting the noise and saw Chelsea was missing. Shit! Maybe Jake grabbed her. Chelsea did say she felt he was a murderer or rapist or something of the sorts. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as a giant black bear came rushing out of the bushes towards Patrick. The bear had a look of fear on his face, but when he noticed Pat standing there he ran at him with anger in his eyes. Pat quickly dropped to the ground, shifting as he did. By the time the bear reached him, he was already a full wolf. Patrick ran at the bear, claws unsheathed and scratched at the bears face. The bear knocked Pat to the ground and stood over him growling, saliva dripping onto Pat. Patrick's wolf was not surrendering so easily and quickly nipped at the bear's neck. HE nipped again, this time catching a large amount of the bear's neck between his jaws. The wolf bit down hard, and then pulled, ripping the bear's throat out. Patrick quickly phased back into his human form. He didn't smell Chelsea on the bear, so he knew she wasn't taken by the bear. Pat went to walk back to the clearing but found his leg was injured. The quickest way to recover was in his wolf form, and Patrick's wolf was cocky with the knowledge. Fine I will phase back into a wolf so I can heal. Then we will head back to the Den. Then I am in control okay? We need to find Chelsea and the only way to do that is to be in human form. Patrick then laid down to rest for a few hours before sprinting, fully recovered, back to his Den. The hours spent waiting however were a struggle for both the human and wolf Patrick. His mate was in danger and he wasn't going to stop until he found her. **** Approximately 1 kilometre away... **** Chelsea awoke with a jump. Where the hell am I and why does my head hurt so badly? She tried to sit up, only to discover she was tied down by her wrists and ankles. Shit! Why am I tied down? Chelsea attempted to scream but soon found her throat was too dry to manage anything above a whimper. She tried to remember what had happened before she got here but came up blank. The panic then kicked in. No! Not again. I swore I would never be like this again. How did he find me? I thought I had escaped. Chelsea then blacked out. **** Sixteen Years Previously... **** It had all happened so quickly. When Chelsea was twenty, her partner of three years convinced her to run away with him to join a nudist biker's colony. Chelsea being young and in love agreed without as much as a second thought. What did she have to leave behind anyway? Her mother had died when she was six; he father disappeared the following year. She was no longer in any kind of contact with her foster family. Chelsea left, taking only a few clothes, some money and her pet fish, David. She left a note for her roommate along with her share of the month's rent and then left. At first Chelsea loved being a part of the 'Free Wheelers'. Funny name for a nude biker's clan. She loved the freedom and stress free lifestyle. Josh (her partner) spoiled her rotten, even letting her drive the bike occasionally. The only downfall was the chill from riding nude. However that was soon forgotten when she had sex with Josh. He was an amazing lover, in and out of the bedroom. This though soon took a turn for the scandalous. One night after excessive partying and drinking Josh tore through the door into the room they were sharing at a motel. Chelsea had stayed home that night, complaining about a stomach virus. She was reading a book quietly in bed when Josh stumbled over to her and started to fondle her. "Josh I am feeling too ill for sex tonight. Can't you just come to bed and sleep next to me tonight?" Josh gave up and climbed under the covers with her. She turned off the lights and snuggled into him, falling asleep almost instantly. However Josh had other plans. Chelsea awoke later that night to find herself strapped by her wrists and ankles to the bed. Nude and splayed open for the world to see. She attempted to scream but found she had a cloth shoved in her mouth. Suddenly Josh appeared at the side of her bed and placed a blind fold over her eyes. He leant on her throat, cutting her air supply until she stopped struggling against him. "Shut up you stupid bitch. You left me high and horny and now you will suffer the consequences. Fucking whore, that is all you are, and now I am going to fuck you so you cannot walk for a weak you wretched filth. Chelsea was so scared she was sobbing quietly and accidently urinated. "Fuck you filthy piece of shit." Josh jumped back from her disgusted. He went and got a towel, placing it over the mess. That night Josh raped her. They had previously had rough sex, but he had always been gentle enough not to hurt her too much. That night he didn't even care. He pumped in and out of her dry pussy, so hard and fast he caused her to tear and bleed. Eventually he relived himself and collapsed on top of her snoring. Chelsea thought that was the end of it but he woke up and repeated the process three more times before morning. Chelsea swore to herself that night that she would run away from him. She would never again let herself be used by him in this way. However she did not get the opportunity to run from him until one month later. He kept using her, every second night, for a whole month. He got rougher and rougher; sometimes she would wake with a black eye or bruises. Nobody ever questioned the marks, they all assumed that her and Josh were enjoying some rough sex. When she did escape Chelsea took all of Josh's money and left him strapped to the bed, exactly the same way he strapped her the first night. That was sixteen years ago now and Chelsea had believed she had escaped him and was safe forever. It had taken her ten years to recover from the trauma caused by the incident. For ages she kept to herself, shying away from other people. She was embarrassed to be naked in front of people or alone. She even showered in a bathing suit. Finally she slowly recovered. After eleven years she went on her first date since Josh. She enjoyed herself and decided not all men were like Josh. After twelve years she decided she wanted to marry and become a mother, the dream she had always wanted. Now sixteen years later she thought her dream was possible, within reach even. Patrick was everything she would want for a husband and she imagined he would be the best father. Now though her dreams were shattering. Now she was exactly where she had started sixteen years ago. Strapped to a bed, no actually a bench this time, naked. **** In a dark room close by... **** A dark figure stood watching Chelsea's struggle through a one-way glass window. A smile played on the lips of the stranger when she passed out. The figure turned and left the room, wanting to get something to eat. Hmmm... Chelsea sounds like something delicious to eat right now. Too bad she is passed out; I want her to see me when I eat her. I guess real food will have to do for now. **** In the safe confines of a giant house, an office looking room... **** Patrick was pacing the room in his human form. He had been home for three days now, and still no one in the pack could find a lead on Chelsea. It was like she just vanished into thin air. He slammed his fist on the desk. Arrrgh.... Where the hell is she? I swear whoever has her; I will rip their throat out and feed it to them. If she is so much as hurt I swear I will kill everyone who has touched her. A timid knock on the door made him calm done. "Come in." I am grateful that I am not the Alpha of the McPallett pack. My brother can keep that role, I am happy being the head beta. A shy little omega walked in, she looked to be no older the thirteen. "My apologies Patrick but Harrison wants you in his office at the earliest convenience. He said it is of utter importance." Patrick nodded his head and the girl left the room. If his brother wanted to see him then it must really be important. Harrison had left Patrick alone pretty much since he got back, letting him run the investigations. Maybe they have a lead on Chelsea. He quickly left his office and went to his brothers. He knocked on the door and waited till he heard a 'come in' before entering. "You wanted to see me brother?" Patrick looked at his older brother expectantly. Harrison finished writing whatever it was he was writing before looking up at Patrick and removing his glasses. "Yes Patrick I did. Remember twenty years ago when we found Kayleen and I forced everyone to find her when she moved unexpectedly?" Patrick nodded his head. He remembered very well when the Alpha had found his mate, only to find that she was running from the law and moved quite quickly. They had to track her for months before they finally caught her and brought her back to Harrison. "Well I remember that you were very diligent in helping find her. I just want you to know that I am willing to do the same for you brother. We have a lead on Chelsea." Patrick felt his heart skip a beat. It is only a lead. It may be very faint, not much help at all. But it is a lead Patrick; this means that we are closer to finding her and bringing her home. "Tell me Harrison. I don't care how bad it is I need to know. No matter what has happened to her we will find her, bring her back and I will mate with her. She WILL be the mother of my cubs and my mate for life." Patrick looked at Harrison expectantly, waiting for the answer. Harrison took a deep breath before telling him everything he knew. **** In the room where Chelsea is being held... **** Chelsea awoke yet again with a sharp pain in her abdomen. She was still strapped to the cold bench, only now she was also naked. How long have I been here? I am losing count, I am starving to death and if I don't drink some water soon I think I may die. I really need to relieve myself too. Chelsea had now been held there for six days and her capturers had only fed her twice, given her water once and let her relieve herself once the whole time she had been her. I am in desperate need of a shower. The whole time she had been held hostage she had not seen the faces of her capturers. A small woman came in each time she was fed and watered, but the room was dark and the girl always blindfolded Chelsea. In fact Chelsea only assumed it was a girl because of how soft the hands were. If someone is going to abduct me the least the cowards could do is reveal themselves. I wish Patrick knew where I was. Chelsea was worried that they had captured Patrick also, even worse, that they had killed him. I don't think I could live without him; it would not be worth it. Is it even worth it now? The only thing that kept her going each day was the possibility of seeing Pat again. She lived for the day when he saved her. She knew he would come, she could feel it. He is coming, I know he is. He has to come. He is coming. **** Back at the den... **** Patrick slammed his fist down on the kitchen table in his small suite. Five days had passed since Harrison updated Patrick on Chelsea. Vampires, she is being held hostage by fucking blood-sucking night walkers. I swear when I find her they are going to wish they could die. They are going to curse the day they were turned. Patrick was going to kill them, they would die. Not one would be allowed to live. People were starting to avoid Patrick in the den now. He was so on edge that he would unexpectedly shift and a few times he had attacked some innocent bystander who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Harrison usually got there in time to calm him down before any damage was done. Patrick had however sent three omegas and he second in command beta to the infirmary. He was not sure how much longer he could last like this. **** In the room of Chelsea's holding... **** Chelsea felt herself being pushed into a sitting position. The bindings were finally freed. If she had the strength she would have attacked the person touching her. Chelsea was placed into a wheelchair and rolled into a bright room. When she could see again she realised it was a bathroom. Yes, I can wash up. Finally, I must smell so bad by now that they think it is time to wash. She felt herself being lifted into a warm bath. Chelsea turned to look at who was helping her and saw the face of a stunning girl. The girl looked to only be eighteen. She had deep, brown eyes that looked full of hurt. She was tan olive and had long black hair pulled back in a braid. She was beautiful. "Thank you" That was all Chelsea managed to croak out. The girl smiled then started to wash Chelsea. She was so gentle and Chelsea was shocked that this small girl was involved with the people who captured her. There was no way that it was entirely this girls fault. "I am sorry that you have been treated the way you have. My master is a loving man, but he can be cruel at times." Chelsea felt herself start to cry. The girl stopped washing her and squeezed her tightly. "There now, it will be okay. My name is Haileigh by the way. Haileigh McPallett" **** Hey there! So yet another chapter down. Sorry about the little cliff hanger there. Still looking for an editor if interested. I am enjoying your comments, though people should leave more of them. I hope this chapter clears some things up while also keeping you guessing. Hope to update again soon. Love Forever and Always, Jezz