His Rejected Mate, His Obsession

Kiara.

I woke up in a room I'd never seen in my life. The lights were way too bright that my eyes stung like I'd been dragged out of sleep by force and not by my choice.

I bolted upright too fast which caused my whole head to spin and the blanket on me to slip off and then I froze.

I was naked.

Stark freaking naked.

I couldn't even scream. My breath choked itself before it could make a sound. I grabbed the robe at the edge of the bed like my life depended on it and yanked it over my skin hoping it could erase everything, or something?

What the hell?

What the actual hell?

Only after I covered myself did I see them.

Two men. One on either side of the bed. Watching me with smirks on their faces.

It was as if they'd been waiting. Almost like they'd already seen it all.

"Who... how..." Heck, my voice didn't even sound like me.

The last thing I remembered...no. I had to focus. The last thing was drinks. Just drinks. At the bar. With my sister. That's all it was. Just one glass. I only had one.

I felt dizzy almost immediately and now...

Now I was here.

Naked. In bed. With strangers.

With no memory about what had happened or how I even got here.

Something was wrong. No, everything was wrong. Nothing about this made sense.

I tried to remember what happened after I stood from the barstool. I tried so hard to chase any thought, any second of memory that could lead me to this room but there was absolutely nothing.

I couldn't remember anything.

I pinched my arm, hard. I wanted it to be a dream.

But the pain was sharp and very real. This is so not a dream.

"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" one of them said.

And then he laughed. Loud, obnoxious, rocking back and forth like it was a goddamn joke. Like I was the joke.

Like I asked for this.

My stomach twisted. My chest felt like it was caving in.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked. But my voice wasn't strong, not really.

It was scared.

I was scared.

I could barely stay upright. But I kept trying to think. Something had to connect. Maybe I left the bar with someone? Maybe I walked out? Maybe I made a mistake?

But there was nothing.

No faces. No streets. No scent trails. Just this room and this headache and my skin crawling.

And I was supposed to be getting married soon.

My wedding was coming up.

Yet I was in bed with two men.

"What the heck did you do to me?" I said, my voice rising now. I tried to push away, to move back, to get out...

But then a hand touched my shoulder, it was ice-cold and it shoved me back down like I was nothing.

And I didn't fight it.

Because I couldn't.

I