Kill Me Now (Modern Cliches, #1)

The Hunky Beta

In which I meet a man who shows me the definition of tingly lady bits. Like the man is better looking than a double fudge sunday when you are in the midst of your period. He is that attractive. It was too bad he had a subscription to 'Crazy Cults and How to Follow Them'.

I don't get why it is always the hot ones.

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I woke up abruptly and realized I was lying on my side on what felt to be a hospital bed. Relief soared through me that it had all be a dream and I had simply been hit by a car. I would take that over being kidnapped and held hostage any day.

"You are awake." The voice was slightly rough, deep and had a hint of what sounded like a Texas drawl. I went to roll over when warm hands held me down. I turned my head and caught sight of one gorgeous, half dressed man. It was like any woman's dream come true. Waking up to be catered to by one sexy male nurse.

My eyes practically devoured the ridges and planes of his abdomen and chest. He was put together so fine that I wanted to reach out and touch him just to make sure his glowing tan skin was actually real and not a hallucination brought on by what I believed to be painkillers. After all when one got hit by a car it what the doctors would give you.

"Alpha Damien got a little aggressive. You had to get stitches." He gave me an apologetic half smile and my face flared red at the thought of him catching me drooling but as soon as the words hit my brain, everything crashed down around me.

I was still kidnapped.

I was still stuck with the crazy psychopath.

I was still in the hellish nightmare I called a life.

And so I did the only logical thing I could.

I started crying.

Not the ugly crying I had done before. This was more of a light sobbing with a few sniffles. Quite delicate if I do say so myself.

"Please help me." I looked at the guy and he moved so he was by my face before he crouched down to look me in the eyes. His brown eyes were soft as he reached out and brushed a lock of hair from my eyes. The action made me shiver slightly. His brown hair was long but it was pulled back in what looked like a braid. I never thought I would find long hair attractive but he was proving me wrong.

He was really attractive. Like attractive enough that I felt like I wouldn't be able to actually speak to him. Like the type of attractive where you turn into a bumbling idiot and it makes you want to curl up into a ball and die.

"I can't. Believe me I can't." He said it softly, that sexy drawl becoming a bit more prominent and I sniffled before wiping my eyes. Any hope I currently had about escaping was dwindling by the second. Not to mention me wiping my eyes had allowed me to discover I was still very much handcuffed.

"So you drank the kool-aid too." It wasn't a question but rather a bitter statement. Everyone was just as crazy as Alpha Brittle. They needed to lay off the cult juice. I just wanted to go home.

"Kool-aid? You are funny." He actually chuckled and it was a rich sound that rolled out of his mouth and some how made my skin break out in goosebumps. The hot ones had to be the crazy ones. "My names is Vince LeStat. I'm Damien's second in command, or Beta as we like to call the position. I'm one of his most trusted. Which is why I am allowed in here." He gestured around before he reached over and brushed his thumb under my eye, wiping away some of the stickiness of my tears. It took all I had to roll away from his touch. It felt really good and reminded me I hadn't gotten laid in weeks.

"Go away." I croaked it out as I turned my head away from him, burying it in my arms. A loud pounding from the door made me jump before balling up. Crazy man was back. I could just fucking tell.

"She's sleeping, Damien." Well that was a bald faced lie that I jolted at and the pounding grew worse.

"I need to see her!" The voice was a roar before the cracked and a deep rumbling filled the room.

"Alpha, the doc put her under. She's asleep." He was still lying and I tried to calm down my viciously pounding heart. It was like my Crazy Radar. Every time crazy came around my heartbeat went off the charts. I tried to slow down my breathing.

"It stinks in here. Your scent is everywhere." The words were said almost viciously and once again my body seemed to instinctively react as if there were a predator in the vicinity. I had to give it to my subconscious prey instincts, they were right. Dude was a fucking predator.

"I was watching her for you, Alpha." His voice was delicious sounding, like candy to my ears. That didn't mean I wasn't upset by his refusal to help me because I was. I was very, very mad but my vajayjay seemed to not care. Goddamn hormones!

"I should watch her!" It was a snarl, an actual snarl and I felt like my heart stopped in my chest. Fuck him torturing me to death or getting stabby with those claws. He was going to cause me to go into cardiac arrest.

"You need to calm down first. She isn't used to this, Damien. She is human, you need to give her a bit of time." Soft and soothing, I could almost fall asleep listening to his voice. It was just ummmmfph! Like just pure goodness and warmth. A good old southern boy but not one of those creepy redneck ones either, the nice ones that wear cowboy hats and say ma'am. The hot ones.

"Time? I don't have time!" That perked my attention. What did he not have time for? What was it that was making him think he didn't have enough of it? I needed every ounce of information if I was going to escape.

"You have enough. Don't you think she deserves that? A chance to settle down? You have her in handcuffs for suck's sake." Vince's voice rose slightly, the drawl being replaced with disapproval and anger.

"She is a flight risk." I nearly got frostbite the words were so cold. Damn rights I was a flight risk. If he gave me half a fucking chance I would escape. I just needed to catch him off guard. Somehow.

"Because she doesn't know how we live." And I didn't care. I didn't care about their weird pack or whatever the fuck it was dynamic.

I had two theories. Either they were living in a homosexual group way, which was fine but unfair because some of those men were fine as hell. Or they were living in a weird type of brother husbands type of way. Numerous husbands for one woman. I didn't want to be a part of that.

Neither of them.

One, I wasn't gay or bi-sexual and two, I didn't want to be a cum dump for numerous men. That scenario would only leave me as a baby oven, which was something that definitely did not fit into my four year plan. Not that I had a four year plan but if I did I highly, highly doubted that would be included.

"She will learn." And back to the crazies talking.

"If Ferg-" There was that loud, overwhelming growl that had brought my serious pain the last time and I flinched, curling up into my ball tighter to try and hide.

"Don't you say it!" The voice damn near shook the room and I was nearly paralyzed with fear. It was this guy claiming I was his true love. Crazytown was saying he was my soul mate. If there were such a thing as soul mates, which there wasn't, whoever was making the pairings was fucking high.

"You are going to have to tell her." The words, despite the goosebump inducing voice they were carried on, were something I liked immensely.

What the hell did Peanuts McGee need to tell me?

And why wouldn't he?

I didn't even need to ask him what it was to figure out he wouldn't tell me. Guys like him liked to pretend girls were mushrooms because apparently we needed to be kept in the dark and fed lots of bullshit.