He nodded at Paul, giving him some sort of signal. Paul pulled Sam harshly against him, causing both Alex and I to snarl our displeasure. Sam tried to wiggle out of his tight grip, but it was no use. He was much too strong.
I saw red, as Paul’s hand began to slide over Sam’s ass and up her back. I watched helplessly, as he groped the woman that I loved. No amount of growls or warning could stop what was happening.
“Do not touch her!” Alex shouted.
When Paul’s palm connected with her breast, I almost lost it. I just about charged the electrified metal surrounding me. I knew that wouldn’t help matters, so instead I met Paul’s stare.
I let him know with my eyes that he was a dead man. He was a walking dead man, because as soon as I got out of there, and I would, I was going to kill him. I was going to rip him apart, piece-by-piece.
I heard Sam gasp and knew he was hurting her, but I kept my eyes on him. My anger and horror over what he was doing to my woman was turning into confusion the more I looked at his dark features. His face was blank as usual. He masked his emotions better than I ever could, but there was something in the way his eyes stared at me. It was as if he was trying not to think about what he was doing.
Alexander’s voice caught my attention, and I reluctantly turned to look at him. “Well, well, what do we have here?”
I followed his gaze to Sam and at first, I didn’t know what he was talking about. Then my eyes lit on the breast Paul had groped. Her shirt was wet, but I didn’t know what that meant. Was she hurt?
“How old is your child?” Alexander asked.
I looked over at Sam again and noticed for the first time that her rounded belly was missing. She had given birth, and we’d missed it. All I could think about was whether my little girl was okay. Where was she now? Who had her?
The questions race through my mind, but halted when Lee walked up to Sam and slapped her across the face. Only Paul’s grip kept her from stumbling back.
“I swear, if you lay another hand on her…” I said through clenched teeth.
“You’ll what?” My father sneered. “You can’t do anything from your cage.”
“Now, answer me,” Alexander said calmly. “How old is your child?”
“One week old,” Sam’s voice was soft, yet her chin lifted defiantly, as she kept her gaze on Alex and me. I smiled at her bravery.
“And who is the father?”
When she refused to answer again, Lee backhanded her. Sam’s head whipped to the side, and I growled. It felt so redundant to continue to hiss, growl and threaten, but it was all I could do.
My claws bit into my palms, as my fist clenched tighter. My body had already begun to change. The fury heating my blood had triggered the onset of shifting.
Tears streamed down Sam’s face, as she answered Alexander. “Jordan and Alex are the baby’s fathers.”
“Did you hear that, Lee? We have a grandbaby,” Alexander said excitedly. “What is it, a boy or a girl?”
“A girl,” Sam whispered faintly, her head tilted forward, as her shoulders slumped.
“Hmm,”
Alexander looked as if he was in thought. I absolutely did not want to know what was in his sick mind, but I was sure he was going to tell us anyway.
“A girl could be very useful. We are trying to get the bloodlines back into proper shape and another female would be quite helpful. With her weak blood, it will take generations to perfect, but once a female reaches puberty at what, twelve? They should be ready to breed.
That was it, I couldn’t take anymore. My head was ready to explode with the need to get out of that God forsaken cage. My body trembled with rage and my vision blurred red. I was ready to charge when the lights flickered.
I turned towards a moaning Alex. He was jerking and twisting violently against the electric fencing. He obviously had made the same decision I had. He’d only made it a little sooner.
Alex slumped to the ground with a groan, as his body continued to jump with aftershocks. Sam cried out, and I turned to see her try to rush forward. Paul pulled her back and held her tightly, as she twisted and turned in his arms.
“Tsk, tsk,” Alexander clucked his tongue. He looked down at Alex with clear disgust. “Why couldn’t you be more like your brother?”
Brother? Alex didn’t have a brother. I looked over at Alex, as he sat up stiffly. His face registered his own confusion.
“Paul has been a model son. He listens to his father and does what he’s told.”
Was he saying what I thought he was saying? Was Paul Alexander’s son too?
I looked at Paul and was surprised to see anger had lit his eyes. He was glaring at Alexander with pure hatred. As soon as he noticed me watching him, Paul pulled his emotionless mask back on, but I had seen enough. Paul was not the model son Alexander had thought.