Chocolate Damsel. A.C. Masons

where is she now?” He rushed to where Jill’s voice came from.

      “She took off this morning as the troops marched into the city.”

      Excitement consumed the male. He shouted in German. The door slammed closed. Nails were driven into the wood of the front door, then the window. Soon they hammered at the rear.

      Alexia curled up in the space. Anger and fear burned inside her for what she sensed these men would do to Jill, Annette and Monique. Tears streamed down her face.

      * * * *

      VanWolf tussled Sandra into his flat and slammed the front door closed. A gracious smile parted her lips. She lifted, then tossed off her dress. Her pretty ivory flesh shone in the beige lighting, contrasting against the gray paint of the wall.

      “What news do you have for me, petite?” He caressed the tender nude skin of her shoulder with his lips. Humans were sensitive to the beast’s touch.

      She moaned softly.

      A plump mouth pressed to his ear. “Griselda and Cathen are sweeping behind the troops for anyone hiding.” An exasperated breath escaped her. “Jean is at the hospital. Serafin is making arrangements to move the cargo in four days. The others are at the chateau north of the city.”

      Everyone seemed in place. Once they had the children gathered, they would move them to the drop point. He and Jean would stay in play as long as possible. Jean posed as a French doctor and provided fake death certificates for injured or tortured Jewish people. His pack smuggled them out with the dead, which were taken from the city to be burned. Those they rescued were moved to a safe house. The hospital could not handle the influx. Bodies had to be disposed of to avoid mass disease and to eliminate the smell of decay. Not to mention, this hid the true number of those murdered.

      Sandra’s silky fingers stroked his length. The cover seemed to be moving beyond their usual line. Her breasts and hard buds pressed to his bare chest.

      Working his mouth with her warm lips, she slipped her tongue inside and met his. He lifted her pelvis to his waist.

      “You may.” She smiled, then looked down at his member.

      No doubt she had great talents, given her line of work, but he had little hunger for such play. Besides, she smelled of another pack male, and he wasn’t erect. Alphas never played second fiddle. So little thrilled him, other than the work he and the pack did to help diminish the slaughter. They too had known what it was like to be hunted and exterminated.

      “Jean would be hurt by your actions.” He stroked back her red hair.

      “I don’t see why.” Her shoulders slumped forward. “He doesn’t seem to care about the others.”

      He chuckled. Humans amused him at times. “I’m sure just the thought of you with other males makes him want to kill every last one of them. But he knows you’d only do what you need to not to raise suspicion. This would provoke a response from him.”

      “Do you fear him?” Her bright brown eyes met his gaze.

      “I respect each of my betas, like a human’s bond to a brother. Each is an extension of me. To betray them would be to dishonor myself.” Hence the turmoil inside over this female and Cathen. The dreams couldn’t possibly be correct.

      “You must think I’m horrible.” Sandra hid her reddened cheek in his shoulder.

      “A tad manipulative, but what woman isn’t? Mostly I believe you are confused about Jean’s intentions.” Why wouldn’t she be? These were strange times.

      She nodded.

      A knock came from the front door to his flat, next to them.

      He pulled the handle and opened the door.

      One of his men, Aldo, saluted him. “Heil Hitler.” He snapped his hand forward, arm extended.

      “Heil Hitler,” VanWolf returned begrudgingly. The entire country seemed to have gone mad.

      “General Straks wants to see you.” The lad’s gaze traveled from him to the naked woman, then shied away.

      “I’ll get dressed and join you in a moment.” Guess he wasn’t getting the evening off after all. Not that he ever really did. Posing as a Nazi soldier meant he was always on guard.

      He closed the door. “I will get Bright Eyes to escort you back to your flat.” Leaning into her, he whispered, “Talk things over with Jean or your actions may drive him away.” He shuffled into his Nazi uniform.

      Sandra slipped her dress on. Too bad really. She had a voluptuous figure, perfect for the beast.

      VanWolf reopened the door. Cool air from the evening washed over him as he buttoned his jacket.

      The eager young man beamed at him.

      “Escort her back, since it’s after curfew. If anyone gives you trouble, tell them they’ll have a very unhappy me to deal with.” He gestured, arm held out. “Sieg Heil.” Victory Hail.

      The youth returned the address. What ignorant fools.

       Chapter 3

      Alexia lifted a second blanket over her body as wind howled through cracks in the old stone building. Earlier the heat had seemed unbearable, and now cold seeped through to her bones.

      Nails scratched wood. Had they come back with dogs to pick up her scent? They were sure to find her now. She held her breath. Please, don’t let them find her. Thumping against her rib cage, her heartbeat pounded. After Jill, Monique and Annette’s sacrifice, she couldn’t die like this. A low muffled growling came from the other side of the wall. From the creature she sensed worry, not hatred or the thrill of the hunt.

      Relief washed over her. More paws moved on the wooden floor.

      Bright joy filled her with happiness, and she picked up on a woman, then a man on the other side of the wall. The animals had vanished. They were special, like her, but with different unique gifts from hers. Back in America, she’d come across an Indian woman once who could shift into a deer. But could she trust these two?

      As the dresser slid away from the wall, wood screeched.

      Light shone through the darkness from a brass handled flashlight. She shielded her eyes. A woman with long, flowing white hair and a young face stared at her.

      “My name is Griselda, and I’m going to do my best to get you somewhere safe.” She extended her hand, her bright blue eyes beaming with pain and sadness.

      This woman knew the kind of loss Alexia had experienced. Neither of the two meant her harm. She grabbed her fingers and allowed her to tug her out.

      “This is Cathen.” Griselda pointed to the tall broad figure standing a few feet away by the door.

      A stunning male gazed down at her through amber jewel-like eyes. “We are too exposed here. I don’t like it.”

      “I know.” Griselda gestured to the back. “Let’s take her to the safe house in the city.”

      He shook his head. “They won’t be able to hide her scent.”

      “We can’t take her with us.” Griselda paced. “It’s too dangerous.”

      That didn’t sound good. What scent? Did she smell different from everyone else? If she did, it seemed best that she stay with these two. Did they have the ability to mask her from any type of creatures that would notice her fragrance? Alexia didn’t much like the idea of being handed over to some other group. What if they couldn’t be trusted?

      “She has more of a chance with us.” He gathered items from the dressers and placed them in the bag over his shoulder. “Otherwise we should kill her now, given the unspeakable things they will do to her. You know better than anyone what they do to the women.”

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