Decebel growled so loudly the room silenced. Every head turned to watch as the Romanian Beta took on his full Alpha power, drawing it from his pack mates.

"DECEBEL!" Vasile roared. He might as well have been yelling at a wall.

Decebel lunged.

"Grab him," Vasile commanded his pack. Eight males descended on Decebel as he surged forward. The males grunted against his brute strength. It was taking all of Vasile's power to keep Decebel from phasing. If he phased, the only way Vasile would be able to stop him would be to phase as well and take him on in his wolf form. He didn't even want to consider the consequences.

They all struggled as Decebel pushed, slashed, and even bit to get free of their grasp. Vasile eyed Cynthia running through the hall towards them, Alina and the others behind her. The Americans' defiance was rubbing off on his mate, he thought dryly.

"Hold him still," Cynthia snarled as she lifted a very large syringe and grabbed Decebel's arm.

She sunk the needle into his arm. He didn't even flinch, if he even noticed. The plunger depressed, pushing the powerful sedative into his system.

Decebel continued to struggle – he was on the verge of getting free when he collapsed.

Jen watched as Decebel, struggled against his pack. She couldn't suppress a scream as she watched him, powerful, massive Decebel crumble. Jen took off and pushed several males out of her way.

"MOVE!"

Jen gently placed his head in her lap, placing two fingers against his neck. She let out a strangled breath – his pulse was strong.

"We have to move him now," Cynthia said firmly. "That won't last long."

"Jen," Vasile's voice was calm, gentle, "you have to let us take him."

Jen looked up at the man who had become her Alpha. "Where are you taking him?" Jen's voice was smaller than she had ever heard it.

"We are going to have to detain him until I can talk to the Alphas about your unique situation," Vasile quickly explained.

"Lock him up?" Jen's eyebrows nearly rose to her hair line. "Can I see him?"

Vasile shook his head. "Not until I talk to the Alphas. Jen, Decebel cannot control his wolf where you are concerned, and these unmated males will not relent as long as you appear available. I have to do this to protect him from himself, but also from them."

Jen finally relented. She leaned down and kissed his lips before letting Decebel go.

She watched as nine people carried the man she loved away to be locked up like some criminal. Jen's eyes narrowed as her lips thinned into a tight, straight line.

"Jacque," Sally nudged her friend, and nodded in Jen's direction, "look at that face."

"Shit," Jacque muttered as she watched the evil wheels turning in Jen's brain.

"Iwould say it's hit every fan in this monstrosity they call a house," Sally replied automatically.

They watched as Jen walked over to Crina and Marianna.

"What's she up to?" Jacque murmured.

"I need y'all to do me a favor," Jen told the two she-wolves briskly.

"What do you need, pack mate?" Crina asked.

"I want to know the names of those who planned this."

"You have a plan?" Sally asked as she and Jacque joined the group.

"You bet your furless ass I do." Jen's eyes nearly glowed.

Marianna looked at Jen apprehensively. "Should we be afraid?"

"As long as you're standing on this side of the Jennifer Adams treaty line, you're safe.”

"Duly noted."

"Can y'all find out?" Jen asked again.

Marianna nodded. "I think I can. There's been a male eyeballing me. I think a little reciprocation might go a long way."

Jen's smile grew. It was beginning to become a very unnerving look.

"Excellent."

Chapter 21

Decebel felt groggy as he awoke. Shaking his head, he ran his hands across his face.

In a mad rush, memories flooded him and he jumped up with a snarl. But there was no one to respond, only four stone walls. Decebel walked over to the one with a door. He grabbed the handle and pulled. It was locked. He turned, taking in his surroundings. The room wasn't large but it was nicely furnished. A large, plush four poster bed with a deep green comforter and elegant gold drapes around the frame stood against the far wall. Across from the bed were two wing-backed chairs in the same green as the comforter. Above the chairs was a large mirror framed in antique gold with a wolf head carving at the top. There were no windows in the room.

Decebel growled. A gilded cage, he thought.

The mirror drew his eyes again.

"Why would a prisoner need a mirror?" he wondered out loud. The closer he got, the more he allowed himself to use his wolf eyesight. Finally, his face inches from the glass, he realized it was double paned glass. Someone was watching him.

Decebel snarled and hit the glass so hard that a small crack formed where his fist connected.

"Beta, calm down."

Decebel looked up as he heard his Alpha's voice. The speakers in the ceiling became obvious.

"Why am I locked in a room, Alpha?" Decebel growled.

"You aren't controlling your wolf."

"Control my wolf when those mongrels lust after my mate?" Decebel snarled, interrupting Vasile.

"You have no visible proof she is your mate. Let me handle this, Decebel."

"How is locking me up, keeping me from protecting her, handling it?" Decebel sneered.