I spit out the toothpaste and quickly rinsed out my mouth. One of his rules was that I had to be waiting for him by the front door when he came home.
It wasn’t even starting to get light yet, so he was earlier than he’d told me he would be tonight. That meant his important meeting, “important” being the only detail he’d offered, went really well or really poorly. And in either case, he’d take it out on me.
That was my job as his perfect, submissive omega. It was like my body was a funnel for all his emotions, and he poured himself into me every morning when he came home. Whether he was happy, angry, sad, or frustrated, he would release those feelings inside me and I would dispose of them for him quietly and out of sight, so he could sleep soundly and start the next evening fresh and ready to go.
I gave myself a quick one-over in the mirror. I was wearing the light pink, see-through negligee he seemed to like, so that should put him back in a good mood if he wasn’t already in one.
I rushed down the hall, just in time to hear Caro, one of my security guards, speaking from the other side of the door. “Sir, Premier Corvane isn’t here yet. He wouldn’t want you to—”
“What do you mean? I come straight here every time I’m in Noctis. It’s fine.”
I didn’t recognize that voice. It was deep, growling.
Alpha.
I took a step back as the lock clicked and the door knob turned.
“Sir, just let me call him, and he’ll tell you where to meet him.”
“And he’ll tell me just to come here, like he always does. I don’t know why you think you can order me around…”
My heart leapt all the way into my throat as the large werewolf alpha entered the apartment.
Caro’s eyes widened in horror and he turned on his radio, mumbling something I couldn’t hear. I couldn’t even move, too caught like prey in a predator’s sight.
And this alpha was all predator.
He smiled once he saw me, nodding backwards towards Caro. “See, I told you Victor was expecting me. He even left me a little snack.” His canines glinted in the harsh lighting, his hungry gaze raking over my trembling body.
Caro stepped in, placing a hand on the alpha’s arm. “Please, sir, you can’t—”
Before he could finish his sentence, the werewolf had grabbed the offending hand and flipped it back, making Caro scream over the sound of breaking bones. Then he punched him hard in the side of his head, knocking him out cold.
“Caro!” I yelled, but the werewolf blocked me from getting to him.
He was tall—way too tall—with biceps as thick as my thighs. Chest hair stuck out from the collar of his t-shirt, and a thick, black beard covered his face. Ice blue eyes under long black hair studied me carefully, and he began to slowly circle the spot where I stood.
Oh Hecara, I knew who he was, and he wasn’t just any werewolf.
He was Kain Ulfic, the Premier of Fenmoor.
“Well, what have we got here? A witchy chew toy? My favorite,” he purred, coming up behind me and inhaling deeply. “Ah, little omega. Do you have a friend for Victor, or is hebringing her later? Not that I’m against sharing, but I have a feeling I’ll be busy with you all night.”
I had to keep him talking until Victor got here, because I was sure that Caro had been getting in touch with him before Kain had attacked him. How long did I need, then? Didn’t he tell me the Premier’s Mansion was about twenty minutes away?
I opened my mouth to speak, finding the words getting stuck in my throat.
“W-we…”
“Yes, witch, spit it out. Or swallow it, if you prefer. I prefer that as well,” he said, running a finger along my shoulder to push off one of the straps to my negligee.
“We should wait… for Victor. That’s what he wants.”
A deep, amused rumble sounded through his chest. “You presume to speak for a Premier?”
I felt like my knees might give out from under me. He radiated strength and power, and I hadn’t had access to any of my magic in over two years. I was completely defenseless.
“No, I’m sorry. That’s just what he instructed me before he left. To wait.”
