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  Abducted for the Pack

  CELESTIAL CLAIM, BOOK ONE

  NATALIA PRIM

  Copyright © 2021, Natalia Prim

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  Contents

  Content Warning

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Hunted for the Pack Blurb

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  About Natalia Prim

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  All characters depicted herein are adults.

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  THIS IS YOUR FINAL CHANCE.

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  No dice. There’s a sm^ttastic, plot-filled, paranormal werewolf mate-fest with a robust cast of characters, each with secrets and agendas starting in just a few pages. I bled digital ink into these beautiful, horny idiots, and I’ve got nothing left for this lil’ block.

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  Monsters are real... and I'm in love with them.

  I’ve always been the quiet wallflower. Invisible. Unremarkable. No friends, and no memories worth having. Coasting through my last year of college, I take a chance on a frat party, and wake up later surrounded by monsters. What follows is an encounter I couldn’t scrub from my brain if I tried. Worst of all, I don't want to.

  I’m tossed into their world, where any hope of escape is wrecked by the filthy-mouthed alpha, and his pack’s obsession with me. They show me pleasure—and pain—like I never thought possible. Even love.

  But our fledgling bonds are tested too soon, as we're pitted against rival packs, ancient foes, warring factions, crazy zealots, and an illusion of choice which could leave me irreversibly changed.

  Contains:

  ✓ Multi-pov ✓ Inter-pack relationships

  ✓ Unique world-building ✓ A veritable buffet of pairings

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  College is nothing like I hoped it would be. This is my last year, and I’m still lost, still friendless, still an outsider. I sit at the front of every class, keep my head down, study, and do what I’m supposed to, which never earned me social points growing up, so I don’t know why I thought that would change.

  True, I’m not here for that reason, not really, but it would be fun to hang out. Party a little, I guess. Have the promised ‘college experience.’ Even my dorm is boring and lonely. My roommate stays with her boyfriend nearly all the time, and even when she is here, we don’t speak. Don’t even acknowledge each other. There’s no tangible animosity, just one of those situations where you don’t mesh with someone. I’ve wondered more than once if she even realizes I’m still here most of the time.

  So, it’s just me. And that’s fine. I’ve had to look out for myself basically since I was born, like every other kid who grew up in the system, bounced from house to house. No brothers, no sisters, no parents…

  Normally, it doesn’t bother me much, but there’s something in the air today, an itch of loneliness I can’t scratch. I stroll through the courtyard, lost in thought, weaving through other students as they rush to their next class.

  A bright orange flyer appears under my face, shocking me.

  “Full moon kegger tonight at the Zeta Lambda house. See you there, gorgeous?”

  I scoff a laugh on reflex before I glance up. The guy is cute, sure, but I can’t tell if he’s mocking me for his own amusement, or if his friends are nearby, recording the conversation. Either way, I know I’m not gorgeous. Normal? Sure. But absolutely unremarkable in every way. Brown hair, brown eyes, not particularly curvy, average height, average features, quiet. I’m one of those girls who blends into any background in any gathering, ignored by everyone.

  “Nah, I don’t think so. Thanks, though.”

  I step around him, but he blocks my path, waggling the flyer. “At least take it. I’ve gotta hand all these things out. Maybe you’ll change your mind.”

  When I don’t grab it, he shoves it down my open purse, smiles and stops the next girl who passes, repeating the same line, only replacing ‘gorgeous’ with ‘love.’

  Whatever. I have my own fun-filled Friday night planned, chock full of nothing.

  But I think about the flyer my entire drive back to the dorm. I think about it while I shower. While I eat dinner. While I stare at the TV, pretending to watch it. The crumpled orange corner juts out of the top of my purse like a beacon, until I finally storm over and snatch it out.

  Hmm. It’s nothing special, just a mixer, but it does promise music, drinks, and games. And it’s not that far from here, I could walk it. It’s only been going for thirty minutes, too, so I wouldn’t be all that late. I suppose there’s no harm in going. It might even be fun. Maybe.

  I get ready, not doing anything fancy at all. Dark jeans, loose grey blouse, white canvas shoes, hair back in a low ponytail. No sense dressing extra nice or over-doing makeup for a bunch of guys who won’t see me anyway. It’s not like I expect to get laid. They won’t even notice me.

  Would sex be nice? Hell yes. I love it. I’ve had a couple of very short-term boyfriends in my life, some one-night stands, and enough time with my right hand to teach a class. It’s probably how I’ll end tonight, in fact. Fantasizing about all manner of dark, devious things no one would exp
ect a quiet girl to know or want.

  Heat crawls through my stomach, and the flame doesn’t die the whole walk there. The itch of loneliness grows, melding with the heat, turning into a deep longing for… some undefinable thing. I haven’t felt this before, and I don’t particularly like it. The moon is gorgeous, at least. Big, full, casting a warm white glow over everything. My heart pangs, and I stall. What the heck is going on?

  I almost turn around, but thumping bass echoes down the street, followed by cheers. Right. The idea is to have fun with other people.

  There’s movement out of the corner of my eye, behind one of the houses, but I don’t see anything when I look. I swallow down the anxiety. Cat, just a cat.

  I walk faster, cresting a small hill, and spot the Zeta Lambda frat house, lit up like it’s daytime. A crowd of guys and gals mill around, pawing at each other, drinking, laughing, and dancing. It does look fun. There are lights strung through the trees, corn hole boards, beer pong on a fold out table, several kegs, and—

  Movement at my other side this time. I whip my head, but there’s still nothing. My pulse pounds, and I trot toward the group. It’s probably just…night animals.

  A guy holds out a red plastic cup as soon as I reach the first table, but he doesn’t even glance my way, chatting to some girl in a string bikini top and cut-off jeans.

  “Thanks,” I mutter to the watered-down beer.

  As usual, no one notices me as I make my way through the crowd. I stand next to the beer pong table and cheer, moving with the group when they swap to corn hole. When it should be my turn, they leave, like I was invisible the whole time. I grip the cup between my knees and toss the bean bags in the hole, one right after the other.

  “See, I would have been good for the team,” I say to no one, and down the rest of the beer.

  Warmth hits my back, seeping through my shirt like someone’s looming over me. I gasp and turn, but there’s no one. I take a few steps backward, watching, and bump into a hard, hot body.

  “Oh! I’m s…” I turn, but again, there’s no one. “Okayyyy, what the hell is going on?”

  I run toward the house and slip inside, between a guy and girl leaning in to kiss. They don’t notice.

  The air in here is thick, smokey, and weird. Another red cup is held out to me, and I take it without question, downing it quickly. I’m on edge and it’s stupid. The booze has to help, otherwise I’ll freak myself out and go home. Then what would have been the point in coming at all?

  Air brushes my neck, like an inhale, and I yelp, stepping to the side as I turn, but again—no one.

  Women giggle on the stairs, guys cheer in the kitchen, and the music gets louder the further in I go.

  The tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention. Someone or something is watching me. I spot a guy near the farthest door, staring daggers at me, and my feet freeze, the room narrowing in on him. Even though he’s in shadow, rimmed by moonlight bleeding through a dingy window, face slightly shrouded by a hoodie, I swear…I know him. But, I also don’t recognize him at all. Weird.

  I smile, but all I get in return is an unfriendly glare, bordering on angry, actually.

  Another obvious inhale along my neck raises gooseflesh, and I turn to find nothing. What the hell?! When I whip back around, the shadowed guy is gone.

  I can barely breathe through the fear. I might be in a crowd of people, but I’ve never felt more singled out in my life.

  “Okay,” I whisper. “I think that’s enough fun for one night.”

  I take a step back and bump into a hard body again, but this time when I turn someone is there. The hoodie guy. Wow, he’s tall. How did he get here so fast? He doesn’t move, other than a smirk forming on his full lips. I can make out the edge of a large scar running down the side of his neck, and tanned skin, but that’s it.

  “S-sorry, didn’t see you.”

  “Let’s get out of here and you can make it up to me.”

  I blink several times and laugh. I see. It makes sense the only reason I’d be singled out is to be made fun of.

  “Uh. No thanks.” I step to the side and suck in a gasp as something brushes the back of my arm. I grab the spot and glance back, met with just the empty hallway. A bug…maybe?

  Hoodie guy doesn’t move, but the smirk fades, replaced by a sneer. “Did you say no?”

  I start to reply, but clamp my jaw shut, make a wide circle around him and trot toward the door.

  The night air feels much better on my skin, and I take a deep breath. Maybe too deep. I stumble a bit and shake the dizziness from my head. Probably shouldn’t have had those beers so fast. Nothing I can’t sleep off.

  The guy chatting up bikini top girl holds out another red cup as I approach, but I brush it away and hit the sidewalk with quick steps.

  The moon is brighter, hazier. I blink several times, but the haze doesn’t clear. My skin feels too tight, buzzing like I’m loaded with static. The first three times I see movement in my peripheral, I try to track it, but each whip of my head makes me dizzier.

  There’s nothing but the pound of my own heartbeat in my ears as I force my feet to move, each step getting harder to control.

  Something growls nearby, and I scream, stumbling as the sound reverberates through my skull. The dorm. I just need to make it to the dorm. It can’t be that far away, and it’s nearly a straight shot.

  I trudge forward, my legs heavy like they’re stuck in wet sand. Is it an allergic reaction to the bug bite? Was there something in the beer? Everyone else seemed fine.

  Another step, another, and that’s all I can do. I sway, my hands on my head, until my knees give, and I drop.

  I wake up outside on the damp ground in the pitch dark, my head spinning. I can’t make my body respond at first. Slowly, feeling comes back in a dull wave through my extremities, and I try to sit up, but can’t.

  My neck is held in place by a large collar. No matter how hard I struggle, it doesn’t budge. My hands and ankles are secured by heavy bands attached to something, while my knees are open, chains looped around them.

  And I’m… Oh, God. Why am I naked? How did I get here? Where is here?

  I clench my legs together, but they don’t close. There’s no give on the chains at all, only a slight rattle. A sound that apparently riles up someone, or something. The rustling grows in volume, and I realize it’s not dark, I’m blindfolded.

  Fear rips through me as I jerk and kick, screaming for help.

  A heavy hand presses down hard on my mouth.

  “Told you we should have gagged her.”

  “Shut up, Chris. She was unconscious. I didn’t expect her to wake up so soon.”

  “Should have put more stuff in those drinks.”

  Wait…I fight with my hazy memories. I…was at a party. That’s right. Zeta Lambda. Full moon something.

  This must be the guy who handed me the drink when I walked in the house. I can’t…I can’t remember anything else. If I get out of this, I’m definitely telling the Dean. Utterly terrified, I scream once more for good measure, but my throat aches.

  “Yeah, well, too late for that now. You got the knife?”

  “It’s too pretty to use for something like this,” the other one mutters. “Looks old. What if it breaks?”

  “Who cares? Aim for the heart, like he said.”

  My blood turns to ice. Before I can gather the air to scream again, my knees are wrenched wider, exposing more of my tender flesh. I fight to close them again, but there’s still no give, leaving me completely vulnerable.

  “Mason, what are you doing?”

  I distinctly hear a belt buckle. “She’s right here. Might as well make use of her. Don’t tell me you didn’t think it.”

  “Jesus,” the other guy mutters under his breath. “Can’t we just do what the freaky guy asked us to do and get back to the party? Layla is waiting for me upstairs.”

  I give everything, every ounce of power I have, to struggling in my restraints, scream
ing words no one can understand.

  I don’t want to die, I don’t want to be ‘made use of.’

  “We’ll still kill her, chillax.” He drops down between my legs, bumping into my inner thighs, lining up even as I struggle to get away. “Nothing saying we can’t have fun fir—”

  There’s a vicious growl out of nowhere, barely covering a sick squelch and the guy is gone, leaving a rush of cool air against my leg. The other two men scream, and all I can hear are sounds of flesh being ripped, bones cracking, things falling to the leaves around me. I’m splattered with warm droplets, over and over, as my mind blanks in terror.

  This is it. I’ll die out here, in this fucked up position. Eaten by wild animals I can’t see. Hopefully they don’t leave enough of me behind to identify. Not that anyone would care.

  Everything stops, except several distinct somethings breathing heavily, laced with low growls.

  One steps a bit closer, crunching the leaves near my head, and I suck in air to scream, but stop.

  There’s a weird feeling in my stomach, curling around my heart. Tugging, warmth…heat? No way. Why in the whole damn world would I be feeling that right now?

  I finally get enough oxygen through my constricted throat to call out.