Auctioned Mates Revenge

#Chapter 11 Panicking 

Did he just apologize to me? The thought was uncomfortable and confusing. He was a Wallber. They were arrogant, high–handed, selfish, ruthless, and evil. There was no way he had actually apologized to me, and if he did there had to be something behind it. 

I met his gaze and tried to figure out what he was thinking, but there was nothing in his eyes but concern and rernorse

“It‘s...” I shook my head, focusing on the problem. It wasn‘t okay. This was all his fault, and it was probably just an act anyway. “Will someone come to our rescue? The operator should have noticed something was wrong with the cable car, right?” 

“It wasn‘t an accident. He‘s probably long gone by now.” He stood with a shake of his head. “I‘ve told a pack affiliate where we are, but it will take some time for them to get here.” 

“How long?” 

He eyed me and crouched in front of me to zip up my jacket, “You‘ll freeze out here if your wolf is too weak.”

He met my gaze as if to confim his suspicion. I nodded. There was no use hiding it from him now that I‘d already told him I couldn‘t shift 

“If you stay in the sun, you’ll be okay for an hour or so. I’m going to find shelter and come back.”

He was going to leave me stranded on the side of a mountain alone where no one would be able to find me? If he fell, I’d freeze to death before anyone came, and if I didn’t freeze to death before they arrived, I would have no way to contact them. Terror filled me, but I couldn’t protest.

He was right. Matt could make quick work of finding somewhere else for us to stay while we waited, and he could contact people in his pack to come to help us. I couldn’t even shift to keep myself warm. I would just get in the way if I demanded that he take me with him. 

I was helpless and relying on this man that I planned to betray. Was this any better than being at Larry’s? Sure, there were no johns, and Matt didn’t seem to even want to sleep with me, but this was a lot more dangerous.

was living in Matt’s house! I hadn’t dreamed that I would get to this point so easily. I still

and looked up

next to the ledge, bare-assed and clinging to the side of the mountain as if h e had done this a hundred times. Maybe climbing random mountains in the nude did something

the mountain and forest surrounded

to the noise of Larry’s. Even the low hum of the ceiling fan in the guest room of Matt’s

I curled up in the small pool of sunlight, clutching my phone and watching the minutes go by. It was torture to wait, but I tried to keep calm. Everything I had survived until now would be pointless if I

that as much as possible. I had to survive. Matt would come

cracks in the rock to pass the time. Counting always calmed

turning blue. I was so cold my feet were getting numb and I could barely feel my legs. I ran out of cracks soon and the ability t o concentrate

ever

in the forest chasing something. It had to have been a butterfly or a rabbit. I couldn‘t remember it clearly, I hadn‘t been older than three years old and my caretakers had barely taken their eyes

summer, but I had been terrified. Afraid that I would never see my parents again. That I’d be carried away by some monster. It had been my father who had found me

I looked up as Matt landed in his wolf form and transformed into his human form to walk along the ledge from the other outcropping of

little girl again sitting and crying on a fallen tree, and

again. The tears came

He winced and kneeled, pulling me into his arms, “Quick, can you

of his body made me cling to him tighter. The shock of yet another apology drifted over me. He transformed again and leaped in the opposite direction from where he came, up to an outcropping of rock below us. He leaped again and again until he landed on a much larger

from the entrance was the only light inside, barely lifting the

at the height I could fall, and Matt’s presence was soothing if only because I wasn’t alone. His scent was making me

as I felt the air shift with his shift back into human form and his movement. He drew closer, wrapping an arm around