Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 156: Making an Escape

*Eli*

My head hurts so bad, it feels like a vice grip is squeezing my brains out through the top of my head. When the vehicle finally stops, I hear a back gate dropped down and then a few voices are discussing how to get me out of the back of the truck. Only one of the voices is familiar to me, which seems strange. Where are the others, and who are these new people?

“You got him?” I hear a deep, sneering male voice say.

“Yeah, I got him. It wasn’t that hard. Those other guys thought I was an idiot,” Skullmark says with a rich chuckle. I am one of those other guys. I also thought he was an idiot, and I’m still not completely convinced he’s not an idiot.

“Give you any trouble?” the other voice asks. He sounds authoritative, like maybe he’s an Alpha or something.

“No, thanks,” Skullmark says. “I’ve had enough trouble for one day.”

I hear a sigh from the other guy. “I meant… did the Alpha give you any trouble?”

“Oh, nah. He was out like a light bulb the whole time.” Skullmark is a genius; now I’m sure of it.

“Help me get him out?” the other guy asks.

“Yeah, the box has handles. He’s heavy, though. He’s made outta pure muscle, I think.” The box I’m in starts to move as the other guy accuses Skullmark of checking me out, and Skullmark says, “This isn’t a library, Jimbo.”

The box slides over the edge of the back of the vehicle, and I hear “Jimbo,” whoever that is, say, “How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, huh?”

“But my Alpha–”

“Your Alpha and I grew up as childhood friends. He can call me Jimbo all he wants to. You get to call me James. You are not Kane!”

My eyes are wide even though it’s dark in here. Jimbo–James–works for Kane! Wait–I suddenly remember that James is Kane’s Beta’s name. Holy shit! I’ve been kidnapped, drugged, and driven hundreds of miles away only to be taken prisoner by Kane’s Beta!

Why, though? What could they possibly want with me?

My box is set down on the ground, and immediately I note that it is colder here than what I’m used to. I can feel it through the sides of the box. I’m not cold because I’m a shifter, but a human would probably be pretty chilly in this place.

They had to have driven me north, toward the mountains. The only reason I can imagine they’d go to so much trouble is because they wanted me out of range for the mind-link and to be able to get information from me or something before I am able to send for help. Knowing the other Alphas, they’re probably looking for me, but not in vehicles. But then again, I do remember that Rose was screaming when I left her dream. Is it possible that something has happened to her? If so, I should be the least of their worries.

“What’s the plan?” Skullmark asks.

“Is he still out?” James kicks the side of the box, like I’m gonna feel it and scream.

“He should be,” Skullmark says. “We gave him ten liters of the knock out drug.”

“Ten liters?” James shouts, and I can’t help but want to scream right along with him. What the fuck? How am I not dead?

“Yeah.” Skullmark laughs. “That’s what I was told to do.”

“Holy fuck!” James says. “He’s probably dead! We won’t be able to find out the Alphas’ plans for taking over the castle if you killed him, you asshole!”

“He ain’t dead!” Skullmark says. “I can hear his heart beating. Can’t you? It’s super loud, and it just started racing.”

“That’s my heartbeat, dumbass!” he says. “As a matter of fact, I can’t hear his heart beating, but then with any level of that drug, it should slow down his heart rate and make it very quiet. We might not be able to hear it even if he is still alive. Same with his breathing.”

“Well, I didn’t kill him,” Skullmark says, sounding convinced. “I’m pretty sure of it.”

“Fuck!” James says, and he kicks my box several more times.

An idea pops into my head. They can’t tell if I’m alive or dead, so… when they open this box, they might be under the impression I am either knocked out or dead. Something tells me that the genius Skullmark is mistaken in his measurement of what he gave me and it was actually ten milliliters, but I’m going to take advantage of this situation if I can.

“Do you think we should carry him inside and see if he’s still alive?” Skullmark asks.

“What’s the fucking point in taking him into the cabin if he’s dead? We may as well cut his head off out here and litter the snow with his blood instead of the interior of Alpha Kane’s winter place. Let’s get him out here and see what’s going on. Then, we can decide whether or not to carry him inside. If he’s alive, he’s gotta be out after that kind of injection.”

“Fine,” Skullmark agrees, and I know what I have to do.

The box is completely devoid of light. It’s like a fucking coffin, or one of those rooms photographers use to make sure nothing happens to their film. So when they get the box open, I’m going to be tempted to react to the light, even if it’s nighttime and it’s just the moon. That will give me away if I’m not careful.

I hear the sounds of a crowbar being used on the lid, and then, the sting of light hits my eyes, but it seems to be dark here. It’s nighttime; it’s got to be.

The lid opens fully, and even the moonlight starts to hurt my eyes, but I lay completely still, not moving. My hands are bound. I have known that all along, but I believe my feet are free.

I feel hot breath on my face and smell garlic. “He dead?”

“Uhm…” James smells like menthol. I feel a poke in my cheek. “Hard to say….”

It’s now or never!

“RAAAAHH!” I roar as I leap up at them, opening my eyes and blinking against the moonlight as I ram my bound hands into the head on my right and knock him as far away from me as I can. Thankfully, that’s James, so while Skullmark is still trying to process what’s happened, I headbutt him and knock him back as well.

Flying to my feet, I leap into the air and take off, realizing that it’s a leather band that has my hands bound together. I know it will be hard to shift and tear this away in my weakened state from the drugs and lying in that box for so long, but I have to try.

Picturing my wolf, I leap into the air and pull my front paws apart the best I can as I shift.

My face slams down hard into the icy snow as I fall forward in my wolf form, my front paws still bound together. The leather has ripped but not torn completely. As I hear shouting behind me, I use my back claw to swipe at the leather, and it tears, freeing my front paws so that I can take off running again.

A loud noise echoes through the mountains, and I pick up speed. I am literally running for my life as the source of the noise registers.

It’s a gun.