“That’s where you’re wrong,” he purrs, and the sound is more fear inducing than a snarl from our beasts. “You’ve always been a whore. Now we’re just making it official. You’re going to regret what you said about my dick when I leave you unable to walk in the morning.”
He grabs my ass and hauls me against him so I can feel just how tiny his cock really is.
My throat constricts. Curving fingers squeeze too tightly. His breath is hot against my face. It suffocates me. I can’t breathe.
A growl slashes through the darkness. This time, Kyvain’s eyes flick away from mine to search the shadows behind me. Icy tingles prick along my arms with the sense of danger.
“Aric.” Though I can’t see him, the warning bite comes from stalker number one. I’m already attuned to the warm, calming timbre of the burning man from earlier.
A darker, deeper voice answers out of thin air. “I’m going to Hell anyway. What can she do to me?”
Hell? She?
All questions I file away for later.
My lips curve into a knowing smile as I watch Kyvain’s eyes widen as he takes in stalker number two, Aric, who emerges from the shadows as if he was bred from them.
“Don’t. Don’t do this,” Stalker One warns, but Aric keeps prowling forward. “Or ignore me. Whatever,” Stalker One mutters, but he does nothing to stop Aric from striding right up to Kyvain and wrapping a meaty hand around the alpha’s throat. Tattoos decorate his arms in thick lines and intricate pictures I could spend hours studying. They disappear below the tee-shirt that molds itself against his body.
Kyvain releases me instantly, and I skirt sideways before looking around for the other magical man. There’s nothing. The crowd is all gathered tightly up on the hill, oblivious to what’s happening in the shadows below, and the burning man is nowhere to be seen.
Again.
He leaves me just as confused as I’ve been all day. In the distance, past the pack that always ignores my existence, I see Mary animatedly chatting with Alpha Morganson, and the vise around my heart tightens.
She wouldn’t offer me as a whore… Alpha Morganson wouldn’t allow it…
“Who… are… you?” Kyvain gasps with the limited air he’s still able to breathe.
“I tried that question already,” I sass with more bravado than I should probably feel. “Good luck getting anything more than cryptic riddles if you get any answer at all.” My hands hit my hips, and just seeing Kyvain so weak empowers me more than ever.
Or perhaps that’s the magic of the Dark Moon.
Calvin’s Adam’s apple bobs hard as he stares at his best friend with wide, scared shitless eyes. What a good little beta wolf.Such a good boy.
Honestly, I can’t fully blame him. Aric is massive, far out bulking Kyvain and Calvin. There’s no question who I’d put my money on to win a fight, and the beta knows it.
“You’re trespassing on my territory.” Kyvain’s growl comes out as more of a squeak when Aric tightens his hold with a casual tensing of his long fingers.
If these eerie men plan to continue following me around, it’s about time they made themselves useful. This is nice. I should have a harem of guards like this going forward. Hell, the two of them could be more than guards depending on their mood.
I wonder if stalker boy one is very good at fanning someone with an overly large tropical leaf…
I’m distracted when a slicing amusement cuts across my guard’s cruel features. Aric’s teeth are somehow sharper than normal, and his feral smile gleams in the pale moonlight.
Proving just how much of an idiot he truly is, Kyvain clearly dismisses every sign of danger. I guess it makes sense. His father raised him to believe he was invincible, the second strongest among us. The right hand to the alpha, an untouchable legacy.
A total. Fucking. Idiot.
“She belongs to me,” Kyvain spits.
A cold, dry sound of disgust cuts through the shadowed night. “She belongs to no one,” Aric growls.
My heart pitter-patters in my chest like a besotted schoolgirl’s while I stare at the monster before me in complete and utter shock. No one ever stands up for me. Bea tried, but over time I’ve convinced her it isn’t worth putting herself in the line of fire. I’ve always been the bullseye of the pack’s bullying, particularly Kyvain’s, and I never want to get her dragged into it.
Whatever beef they have is centered on me and the strangeness of my beast within.
Funny how Aric turned from stalker to savior in under a minute.
