Is that his secret?
My people are uneasy. They’re worried I can’t protect them. If I can’t be loved, then I need to be feared.
Today is the perfect opportunity to take Sam’s advice.
Word spread quickly: the soon-to-be alpha of the realm’s most resourceful pack—and close friend to the hybrid queen—is searching for a mate. With a hybrid queen ruling two kingdoms, interspecies mating has become possible. Now every species is looking to find the next “super breed.”
It helps that my powers ensure protection against food scarcity. While every pack has its difficulties, starvation is something my pack has not had to endure.
However, our reputation is not what it used to be. People are understandably hesitant about joining a pack that has become a target of the rogues. Of the potential matches in the council’s list, only half of them accepted.
It’s almost nine o’clock, and all bachelorettes are waiting in the town hall.
Time for my great demonstration of power.
My prisoner has slept long enough. From the counter, I grab a container and fill it with water before heading to the basement. A smirk tugs at me at what’s to come. Downstairs, I saunter over to where the sleeping beauty lies. She looks so peaceful.
Can’t have that now, can I?
I manage to sneak into her cell without waking the beastful beauty. With flushed cheeks and her pouty lips parted slightly, she breathes loudly. The under-boob and pits of her shirt are stained with sweat. Her forehead and hairline shine as well. Tangled tendrils of hair are bundled behind her, though some strands stick to her cheek.
She’s as beautiful as I remember. The only things that have changed are she’s starting to fill out with the food I’ve had them feed her. Through trial and error, I’ve found a few things she’ll eat to make a full meal.
The other thing I notice is the number of freckles on her cheeks and nose. The lack of sunlight has faded a few of them.
Not that I’d memorized all forty-six of them.
It’s been a little over a week since I allowed myself around her. Initially, I needed distance, but after a few days, when I was ready to see her again, I had gotten too busy.
That’s not entirely true. I could have. What I couldn’t do was trust myself around her after she pissed me off. I’d punish that mouth of hers and pictured stuffing my cock down her throat until tears spring from her eyes.
She whimpers and mumbles unintelligible words in her sleep. Her brow furrows and a few freckles connect when her nose scrunches in pained expressions. The deep and steady breathing morphs into short, panicked breaths.
She’s having a nightmare.
Poor baby.
I should help her out. If only there was something I could do... All I have is this bucket of water.
Oh wait.
The water splashes on her face and chest.
Her lids fly open, and she sits up with a gasp. Her eyelashes clump together and water drips into her eyes. Once her vision is cleared, she glares at me. “You.”
I wave, wiggling my fingers with a smug grin, then fold them behind my back, rocking on my heels.
“Why did you do that?” She wipes her face with her arm.
“You were having a nightmare. You’re welcome.”
She stills briefly, then she shakes her head, and her frown returns. “Youare my nightmare.” The excess water trickles from her mouth onto the floor in front of her mattress as she spits.
She’s hot when she’s angry.
I tilt my head, lean into the doorway and imagine her bossing me around, riddled in nothing but red marks from my spanking.
“What do you want?” She bobs her head with each word with such an attitude.
