“What. The. Literal. Fuck,” Zilo roars before the door even slams closed behind him.
And then the moment is gone.
Fourteen
Shit
Zilo will make a verygood disappointed father someday.
I know this by how fast he threw my clothes at me, pinging me in the head with a boot, and marched me right outside before the sun even warmed the horizon, ranting through his teeth the entire time.
“Find the most beautiful woman in all the realms,the fucking witch said.She’ll solve all our problems, the fucking witch said.” The man I had previously thought was a total alpha fuck is currently waving his arms around dramatically like a pack of women during a gossip fest.
I don’t say a word as he leads us a mile away from the dark castle to just behind a large barn-like structure that smells slightly like burning demonic pig shit. He stops abruptly at a large divot, and in the dim morning sunlight, I can almost make out that it’s a pond of sorts.
“You have to get the scent off.” Zilo rubs his enormous hand down his face in the slowest possible look of frustration.
My lip curls as I peer down at the muddy ravine before me. This is how they problem solve? This is really the only solution to scent masking?
“Avian and Roman don’t have to do this?” The two assholes stand in silence behind their alpha-hole leader, looking like they couldn’t even possibly know me let alone have fucked me an hour ago.
The fuckers.
Literally.
“Avian and Roman know how to shift. Your beast has its own primitive smell. Once you shift, you smell like beast. Shift. It’s that easy.” Zilo blinks at me like he expects a magic trick to be revealed.
Honestly in this moment, if I could pull a rabbit out of my vagina and call it my beast, I would.
“I fucking can’t.”
“Then. Get. In. The. Mud.” His head bobs obnoxiously.
I swallow hard. “No.”
His dark brows bounce.
“No?”
“Nnnooo,” I repeat slowly for his little puppy brain to follow along.
I note the quiet look Avian passes Roman, but still they stand back as if they have nothing to do with this fucktacular position I’m in.
They were a bit more supportive when they were happily bending me in those other positions earlier though, weren’t they?
My eyes roll hard.
Zilo’s shoulders square at the same time as his hands grip his hips, and he gives me a stern glaring at.
That’ll teach me.
Goddess, he’s such a fuc—
My feet are off the ground with a smoky puff of magic and a grunt of noise from the asshole hauling me over his shoulder and plowing me toward the ground. My nails dig into his back, his shoulders, his ass, anything to help me from smacking the hard earth.
But I never do. He keeps hold of me as we both slosh into the swamp-like mud. It’s—It’s not even mud. It’s thin like water, but clumpy with…
“Is this shit?”
