Mating Brand Read online

  “That’s them,” Percy snarled. “They won’t be much of anything for long. Charma? Don’t just sit there. Get up and bring me food. I’m hungry.”

  She rose from her chair and entered the kitchenette. Not only did she run all the pride leader’s errands and play secretary, but he’d made her his personal servant and whipping girl as well.

  Her teeth clenched as she forced her anger down. They’d smell it if she didn’t quickly get control of her emotions. Percy would strike her in front of the enforcers and her mate, something she’d do anything to avoid. She knew how much Garrett would enjoy seeing her punished.

  She turned. “What would you like for lunch?”

  The pride leader waved a dismissive hand. “I don’t give a damn. Just feed me.”

  Motion drew her attention and she met the glare of her mate. Her spine stiffened at the malevolent look he directed her way. He stalked closer to his father. “Feed me as well. You can rub my feet after you’re done.”

  Hatred warmed her entire body. He’d make her drop to her knees in front of everyone just to humiliate her. He’d beat her if she refused. Charma found herself wishing she had some poison to sprinkle over anything she fed Garrett. His sense of smell wouldn’t allow that fantasy to ever become a reality.

  He could do worse. She just spun away and jerked open the small fridge in the corner of the kitchenette. She’d never forgive Garrett for even a tenth of the horrible things he’d done to her over the years. He really enjoyed humiliating her in front of the enforcers and his father whenever possible.

  She quickly made a stack of sandwiches and took some to Percy first. He didn’t thank her, never had, and she’d fall over in shock if he ever did. She glanced at the monitor while she waited for him to take the plate.

  The face on the screen made her freeze.

  No. It can’t be. Her gaze lowered to the name under the picture. Brand!

  “My food,” Garrett growled. “Now.”

  She automatically responded to years of taking his commands and twisted away from the sight that shocked her to the core and rushed back to grab the second plate. She avoided looking directly at him as she handed the food to Garrett. He accepted it with one hand and painfully gripped her shoulder with the other.

  “Rub my feet.”

  “Not now,” Percy snapped. “Make her do that later. I want her to print out four copies of the map they sent. She takes my orders while she’s here.”

  “She’s my mate!” Garrett’s grip tightened until she whimpered from pain.

  “Let her go!” Percy roared.

  Garrett shoved her away and Charma stumbled to her chair. All the men followed Percy into his office and the door slammed. She lunged for the monitor to twist it her way. She quickly halted the flashing pictures to back them up a few frames and stared at a face she’d never thought she’d see again.

  Brand had grown out his hair. Small lines bracketed his mouth and marked the outer edges of his sexy eyes as he smiled at whoever had taken the picture. He wore faded blue jeans and a navy tank top. She stared at his buff, tanned arms, remembering the feel of them wrapped around her. Her heart lurched.

  He’s in danger.

  That thought sank in.

  “Where are those damn maps?” Percy roared from the other room.

  “The internet is really slow,” she lied. “I’m downloading them.”

  “Hurry up,” her pride leader demanded.

  Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she frantically worked. Percy had never been known for his patience. It took only a few minutes to pull up a map, open it in a photo program, scramble the names of a few towns to make certain the attack party got lost if they followed the driving directions she changed, then quickly printed out the copies. Her knees felt weak as she entered the office.

  Her mate stuck out his foot as she walked toward the desk, tripped her, and she slammed into the floor on her belly at the feet of two of the enforcers. She pushed up to her hands and knees to shove the papers on Percy’s desk.

  A firm hand gripped her elbow to assist her to stand. She shot a grateful look at Randy. He didn’t release her though. He frowned as he drew air into his nose. His gaze left her to stare at Garrett.

  “Your mark is fading from her. It’s faint.”

  “So?”

  “So it’s my job to keep the peace, and some of the males might go after your mate unless you cover her again with your mark. I can barely pick it up. I don’t want to have to bury any of our members when you tear them apart.”

  Garrett snorted. “Nobody would want her. She’s useless. She’s infertile, a rotten lay, and unless I’m smacking her, she doesn’t even move while I’m nailing her.”

  Charma wished the floor would open up under her feet. She could sense every male watching her. She should have known her mate would retaliate for what had occurred the night before when he’d entered her area of their home in a drunken stupor. It had been one of the rare occurrences when he’d sought her out, but she’d spurned his sexual advances.

  “One of the pride will attempt to fuck her if you don’t strengthen your scent,” Randy persisted. “You might not think so, but she’s very pretty.”

  “I don’t care what happens to her.”

  Randy released her arm. “You’re saying you don’t give a damn if other pride go after her? She’s only half-blooded. She won’t be able to fight them off.”

  “Nope. Hell, you want her, fuck her right here. You’ll be disappointed if you think it’s going to be any good. Any of you can have her if you want. Bend her over the nearest chair if you’re in the mood.”

  Horror gripped Charma. Her gaze lifted to Randy, praying he’d protect her even if her mate wouldn’t. Interest sparked in his green eyes and he licked his lips.

  “You sure? I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have her.”

  “I’d find it amusing as hell.” Garrett chuckled. “Go for it. Just be rough.”

  “Not inside my office, on my furniture.” Percy sighed. “Do it on your time. Right now, she’s got shit to do other than amusing your friends, son.” Percy waved her off. “Go. We’re busy. Tomorrow night, we’re declaring war on those damn werewolves.”

  She fled toward the door, wanted to escape, but paused to address her pride leader. “Your dry cleaning is ready. Should I pick it up now or wait until later?”

  “Go but come right back. We’re going to need coffee soon while we plan the attack.”

  She backed up, avoiding Garrett and the other men, who watched her with way too much interest. As soon as she reached her desk, she grabbed her purse and car keys before bolting from the office.

  There was no going back once she left town. The Pride would kill her for betraying them, but it beat sticking around waiting for Garrett to allow the enforcers to have her. He would do it. Her mate was a total bastard. The fact that he would outlive her was the only regret she suffered as she climbed into her car.

  Within twenty minutes, Percy would figure out she hadn’t returned and send some of the enforcers to hunt her. Within two hours, they’d realize she wasn’t within pride lands.

  She rolled down her window and reached inside her purse. She glanced at the phone, tempted to call her family to say goodbye, but rejected the idea. Her parents would demand she stay. She also didn’t want to have to explain to her siblings exactly how bad life had gotten for her. They’d be safe from retaliation, since her sister had mated with the alpha’s son from another pack. It would be an offense to that pride if Percy or Garrett hurt Megan’s family.

  Charma pitched the device out the window. She could be traced by it, and she didn’t want to weaken her resolve to do the right thing. Calling one of her siblings made that a real possibility.

  Fear nearly overwhelmed her but a memory surfaced. The image of Brand smiling at her from across a candlelit table on their first official date soothed her. I can do this. For him.

  * * * * *

  Brand jerked awake, p