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she didn’t understand, but she sensed danger here.
    Reginald punched a code into an electrical box, and the big gate swung open slowly. The sound of it moving on its hinges was like nails on a chalkboard to her sensitive ears. She flinched and gritted her teeth at the discomfort as he pulled her along beside him toward the gates.
    Allison took one step between them, and fire raced from her feet up her spine in an electrical arc that had a scream ripping from her throat. She clutched his arm as her body convulsed and her legs gave out from under her. The agony echoed in her head, blocking out his cursing as he lifted her into his arms and quickly moved through the gates to the other side.
    As soon as the gates started shutting behind them, the pain seemed to lessen. She felt herself panting in his arms as if that would ease it quicker. The world dimmed as all she could hear was his voice trying to sooth her. What was he saying? Why did she care when he’d clearly meant to kill her? She slipped down a dark tunnel into blissful nothingness.

Chapter Six
    Two things occurred to Allison all at once. One, her feet hurt like the dickens and two, she was lying on a soft mattress covered by a comfy, warm quilt, sweating her tush off. Allison knew instantly she wasn’t lying in her lumpy single bed with her cheap sheets from the local dollar store. These sheets were exquisite Egyptian cotton, expensive and soft against her heated skin. Her bare skin!
    Her eyes flew open as she realized where she was. When Reginald brought her to stay in his home before, she’d been placed in the guest rooms above ground. Now, she assumed she was in the Alpha’s bedchamber. At least it smelled like him, strong and male. One look around the massive bed confirmed her suspicions. The room was the size of her entire apartment back in town, yet her apartment had tiny windows. His room was without windows; the walls were smooth rock with an expensive-looking light panel built into the high ceiling. She was thankful he’d left the lights on for her. She couldn’t imagine waking up to total darkness.
    She stared around the elegant room in awe. The sleigh bed was red cherry and matched the huge dresser with golden hardware. There was two end stands next to either side of the bed, also cherry and antique looking. A huge painting on the wall beside the bed reminded her of a Salvatore Dali work. The colors were too crisp and whimsical for a reproduction.
    Shoving the blankets off her heated body, Allison stared down at her naked breasts. The least he could have done was leave her clothes on. She inhaled sharply and felt unfamiliar scents explode inside her head. The entire room was infused with Reginald’s musky smell. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes as if that could help her memorize his masculine scent. It was tinged with the faintest hint of lavender. She sighed as she enjoyed the cool air on her body. She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow. His pillow. A feminine sigh hit her with the shock of a physical blow as she sat straight up, pulling the sheets up to her chin.
    “What is wrong with me?” She raised a hand and placed it on her hot forehead. Where was he, and what had he done to her? She remembered stepping between those intimidating gates and feeling like she’d stepped on an electrical line. A bloody hot one! She lifted her right leg and inspected her stinging foot. Air hissed through her teeth as she saw the red, swollen blisters on the bottom of her foot. There was a thick coating of some ointment on her skin.
    She’d kill for her aloe plant and her compounding equipment. She could have her feet heeled in an hour tops if she were home. She had to get home. Easier said than done when she wasn’t even sure how far below ground she was. It was rumored the Wolven Den was several stories below ground, an impregnable maze of tunnels and chambers. She supposed she was about to find out.
    First things first, though. Her feet sank