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stink of a commercial-size garbage bin. Her hopes leaped. The window must be open. If it was big enough, she could climb out and escape. Eagerly she parted the panels.
    Metal bars striped the opening.
    Emma didn’t scare easily, but the feeling of cage turned her flesh to ice.
    Call on my power, her iota wolf crooned.
    “Because shredded curtains and broken cots would be so helpful,” she muttered to herself.
    Think. She forced herself to put aside fear and be logical. She wasn’t completely helpless, not as long as she had her brain and some freedom of movement. All she had to do was leverage her advantages.
    Okay, she was small—maybe she could escape through the air vents? She found one in the floor, about four by twelve inches, but no matter how she wedged in, her head wouldn’t go through.
    A covered vent in the wall looked bigger. Her adrenaline surged, and she pawed through her pockets for her multitool switchblade, last month’s Choice Buy bonus—handed out by Dr. Light, so she carried it everywhere until it finally lost his scent. Extracting the tool with shaking fingers, she cranked off the screws and peered inside.
    The metal sleeve angled sharply down, but her head fit the hole. Heart pounding, she slid her arm and one shoulder in—and stuck. She pushed forward as hard as she could, exhaled and tried again, but stayed stubbornly stuck. Bracing against the wall, she barely managed to muscle herself out, accumulating a faceful of scrapes which immediately healed.
    Frustrated, she dug through her pockets. Wallet, pocket lint…and her phone. Duh. I can call for help.
    But who? She mulled it over as she put away the multitool. She hadn’t made any close friends in the couple months she’d been with Bruiser’s pack, certainly none she could count on to brave his wrath.
    Someone from her mother’s pack? The beta, Mason, was a relative. He might come for her, but there was a Great Lake in the way. He’d have to drive around the lobe of Lake Michigan through Chicago traffic, and that might take as long as a day. Even if Mason took the ferry, he wouldn’t arrive for six or seven hours.
    Did she have that much time?
    “Bruiser,” she shouted through the door. “Why are you doing this?”
    Clomping shook the floor. The alpha had been elsewhere in the apartment, but shifter ears insured he’d heard her. He yelled, “Because I didn’t like how that nerd was looking at you. You’re mine, and I’m going to make sure of it. You’re going to be my mate. When the moon rises tonight I’m performing the Succuba Imprimo. ” His laugh faded as he walked away.
    Her breath froze. Succuba Imprimo qualified as mating—barely. The ritual bound two wolves together. But since he was an alpha and she an iota, it would really seal her in his harem and make her his slave.
    Enslaved. Forever. To this grunting, sweating, pig of an alpha. Serving his every whim, and from the rumors, his tastes ranged from unpleasant to gross to mutilating.
    Not a cherished female, but chattel. An owned thing to be used and thrown away.
    She trembled. Yeah, she didn’t scare easily, but that goosed her adrenaline to top gear. She had to get away.
    Spinning around the room, she assessed. Door locked, windows barred, vents inaccessible. The room was used to hold big males captive—how could she break out?
    Unless she could circumvent Bruiser’s harem ritual by finding her actual mate in the few hours until moonrise…yeah, she was screwed.
    Okay, then, so she had to call for help. Who was nearby that she could trust?
    Dr. Light’s smiling, blindingly handsome face came to her.
    The tightness in her chest eased. Gabriel Light was strong and capable, and she had no doubt he’d help her if she called…and she had his direct number . Hope sang in her breast.
    Until the memory of Bruiser’s growl knifed her. “Next time I see you with him, I’m killing him.”
    The wolfman hated Dr. Light. If she called him, she’d put him in danger.