Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Those ‘awful’ looking Alphas are the ones you’ll have to let enter you if you decide to go through the Choosing Ceremony, baby,” Cole told me seriously. “You wouldn’t have to look at them, if you didn’t want to, but you’d have to let their cocks into your pussy—at least a little way. The main thing is to not get into breeding position and open yourself for the knot until you feel the right Were behind you.”
“Meaning you, big brother.” I looked up at him longingly. “It sounds awful, but I think I’d be willing to do it if only we could be together for good.”
“I don’t even know if I’d be allowed to get in the line to breed you, baby,” he said seriously. “Let alone claim you as my mate. The rules are relaxed during a Choosing Ceremony but I’ve never seen a brother breed his own little sister.” He sighed. “No, I think the best thing we can do is rush the door when they come in here and then get away together. We can go someplace that no one knows us and live as a mated couple there.”
“But that means giving up your place as Packmaster!” I protested. “Your Dad raised you for that position, Cole! It’s yours by right.”
“I’d rather have you than be Packmaster of the biggest Pack in the world, baby.” He kissed me tenderly and stoked my hair. “So just stay close behind me when the door starts to open. I’ll Shift and we’ll get the hell out of here. You can ride on my back and I’ll get us someplace safe—okay?”
I nodded.
“Okay, big brother. Whatever you say.”
Cole grinned and kissed me again.
“You know I love when you call me that, but we’re going to have to think of something else once we move on to another Pack.”
“I guess so.” I sighed and snuggled against him. “I don’t mind—as long as we can get away from here together, I’ll call you anything you want.”
But as I snuggled close to Cole’s broad chest, I had no idea that our plans to get away were going to end in disaster.
16
DELILAH
When the door finally opened, it was well past nightfall. Cole and I had been snuggling on the mattress and I was just wondering if I ought to ask him to Shift to his Fur Form and lick me again. It seemed like maybe his Alpha compounds were wearing off, because my breasts had filled with nectar once more and my pussy was beginning to feel empty and achy, like it needed to be filled.
But all those thoughts were driven out of my mind when I heard the rattle of the heavy silver chain being unlocked.
Cole sprang to his feet at once and Shifted almost before I could blink. But the next minute the door creaked open and three shotgun barrels were staring us straight in the face.
“Don’t move!” It was Rickter, sighting down the barrel of the shotgun at us. There were two other Alphas with him and one of them was Kurt—Cole’s second in command.
Cole was snarling, his upper lip drawn back to show sharp, white fangs. He put himself between me and the shotguns, but our way out of the cabin was clearly blocked.
“Yeah, go ahead and rush me,” Rickter taunted, clearly seeing what Cole had planned. “There’s silver shot in all of these guns—we’ll blow a hole right through you! Of course, you might be able to heal—being such a big Alpha and all. But how do you think your little sister will feel if I blow a hole right through her midsection?”
That stopped both of us cold.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Cole snapped, his voice a low, guttural growl. “I’m your Packmaster—it’s a crime punishable by death to wound or kill your own Packmaster or any of his kin.”
“Well, isn’t it a shame that I’ve already done that several times, then?” Rickter sneered.
“W-what are you talking about?” I demanded in a shaking voice.
“I’m talking about you, my lovely little Were bitch.” Rickter’s shifty eyes crawled over my naked body, making me wish I had a suit of armor on—or maybe an invisibility cloak to hide from his leering gaze.
“What does Delilah have to do with anything?” Cole demanded.
“Oh, your little sister is special—haven’t you noticed?” Rickter pointed at my face and I realized he meant my one golden eye. “She’s got the blood of the Royal Weres in her—the blood of the First Wolves,” he continued. “Don’t you know that a female with those bloodlines is guaranteed to have sons whose Wolves are bigger, stronger, and faster than any others? With sons like that, a male can build a dynasty!”
“That’s all superstitious nonsense,” Cole said dismissively.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Packmaster—or should I say ex-Packmaster,” Rickter sneered. “Your little sister is special—I’m so sure of it, I’ve taken great pains to secure her as my mate.”