Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
I do as I am told, rubbing my pussy to try to get to orgasm. This is a welcome home fucking, but it is also a punishment. He is disciplining my pussy. He is reminding me of how sore he could make me if he wanted to. And he is using me just as I was made to be used.
I come so fucking hard on his cock, I almost black out and shift, but he keeps me in my human form by biting the back of my neck, the pain shocking me into another orgasm as I am held impaled on his knot, my pussy absolutely ravaged, but my sins entirely absolved.
Later, when we are two separate beings instead of one horny beast, he speaks to me more rationally.
“You belong here,” he says. “You belong with me. And when we are ready, we will call another conclave, and I will marry you in front of the pack.”
“They don’t like me though. I mean, they don’t respect me.”
“You met them before you had even begun to understand what you are,” he says. “I’m going to teach you about yourself. You’re going to meet others who will also educate you. Linus, our historian, is excited to work with you. By the time the next conclave is called, you will be more than ready.”
It takes me about ten minutes to prove him wrong. I go looking for sweet treats in the Denholm kitchen, and who do I run into besides the woman who seems to have absolutely nothing going on in her life besides hanging around this dusty old building.
“Nice to see you again, Kira,” Isabella smirks. “Cain was always so good at picking up trash.”
I don’t know what comes over me. Maybe it’s hormones. Maybe my body is still adjusting to all the shifts and twists of being a newly minted wolf. Whatever it is, I bite her. I don’t shift. I just bite her with my human mouth, right on the fleshy part of her upper arm.
Her yowl of shock and pain is immensely satisfying.
“She bit me! She fucking bit me! She’s an animal!”
Isabella runs away from me, all her alleged poise leaving her as she comes to grips with the realization that I don’t care who she is. She might be accustomed to being treated as though she is something special, but I am the alpha’s mate.
I go about my business for maybe five minutes before the chickens of consequence try to roost upon me.
“Kira!”
I am swept up off my feet, swung around, and then put back down again in a gesture that seems half intended to chastise and half intended to correct. I let out a little giggle of excitement, because every time Cain touches me, I feel a rush of the most pure feeling of excitement. He and I spark whenever we touch.
Cain holds me by the shoulders and looks down at me with alpha intensity. “Did you bite Isabella?”
“She deserved it,” I say calmly. I don’t know what’s shifted inside me, but something has. Am I more confident? Or am I more feral? Most of the time I’ve spent as a shifter has been back home in St. Infernus.
Maybe not every part of my upbringing doesn’t serve me. Maybe there’s some benefit to…
Cain’s expression shifts back and forth a little, as if he is wrestling with himself. I give him a wide-eyed, innocent look. He has to know that this is progress for me. I’ve never stood up for myself in my life.
“She was very mean,” I add. “She said I was trash.”
His expression darkens. Instead of saying a word to me, he reaches out, pats my head, and goes on his way. I assume Isabella’s day is going to get worse. Good.
I’m tired of living like a victim. I might not have the breeding these people think I should have, but that doesn’t make me weak.
Cain
I made it very, very clear that any disrespect of my mate would lead to terrible consequences, but of course Isabella had to test that. The woman has no sense. She’s spent far too long being able to bully others in this pack because she comes from a good family and because she’s sought after as a mate by many—just not by those she wants. She’s waiting for her mate bond to become apparent. We’re all waiting for her mate bond to become apparent. The sooner some unfortunate male takes her as his own, the better.
“So you come to me to complain that my mate hurt you, and when I talk to her, I discover that you’ve been running your mouth again. Do you really think you’re beyond consequences, Isabella?”
Isabella is looking out the window in dramatic heroine fashion. If there is ever anybody who lives their lives as if they are the main character, it is her. She tosses her long dark hair and gives me a wounded look.