Wild Read online D.D. Prince (Savage Alpha Shifters #1)

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Savage Alpha Shifters Series by D.D. Prince
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Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
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His eyes are bleeding. He stares at me with blood trickling down his face, regret washed across his features.

I roar, blowing his hair back with the force of it.

He needs to see that she comes beautifully for me. That she loves what I do to her. That I will be the only one to do these things to her.

I flip her to her back and thrust back inside.

“Mine!” I shout at him in a guttural tone that comes from the pit of my being. The very center of me. It’s not just me as man, it’s also my wolf telling him she belongs only to me.

I would kill him now, while I continue to fuck her, if I could. Slam my cock in her while my teeth tears his flesh apart, devouring him so that he’s part of me every time I fuck her from now on. Why can’t I reach out and rip him apart? It doesn’t make sense. Is it because he’s in a submissive pose? Something is physically preventing me from ending him.

He needs to know.

So, I knot.

I knot because I know he has never knotted. He’s not expanding inside her; I am. He has no idea how good this feels.

I do.

I knot so he can watch how beautifully my mate comes for me.

She won’t ever come for him. He won’t ever know what this feels like.

She’s crying out and I laugh. I laugh and then I halfway shift again to show him who I am. I’m man. I’m wolf. I’m both. I’m his alpha. His superior. And she’s mine. Fucking mine.

When I finish knotting her, I’ll kill him.

I roar out as I come inside her.

She’s on the floor under me, coming for me. Her beautiful pussy spasms around my knot and her entire body is wracked with tremors from the force of it.

I grunt as I continue to spill into her. It feels incredible to know he sees. He sees how she comes for me; he sees that she’s mine only.

I reach for her hair to make sure he can also see my mark on her. So all of them can see. For the past moments, it’s been no one in this room for me but me, my mate, and Mason Quinn. But they’re all still here. I feel their presence. I’ll show them her mark so that if any of them get any inkling of fantasy about my Ivy, about being me, they’ll know that she’s mine. Even that alpha woman will know. Ivy Adeline Savage is mine and I am hers.

My eyes catch sight of my hand and I realize I’m still half-shifted. I pull it back and everything recedes.

My knot releases and my fluids spill from her.

I exhale and it feels like the first exhale since I saw his eyes on her. My eyes move to the floor.

To my Ivy.

My Ivy who is beneath me, leaking my fluid from between her beautiful legs in her pretty dress. She’s bleeding. Blood on her knees. Blood on her hands. Blood between her beautiful legs.

Her face. It’s wrong. It’s so very wrong.

Horror washes over me.

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Ivy

He’s Tyson again. He’s looking at me like I’m actually here, like he actually sees me and it’s dawning on him, what he’s just done.

I need out. I need away. There are so many eyes on me. So many saw him fuck me, saw him turn into that monster and fuck me while he was a monster. He wasn’t a wolf. He was wolf-like, but not.

I know he’s torn me. Torn me between my legs and my blood is mixed with his semen coating my inner thighs.

There are so many sets of eyes on me. And they’re all sad.

Sad, sad eyes. Except his. His irises were red, and his eyes are filled with rage. Or they were. Now, I don’t know.

I can’t look.

I see sadness now but saw horror in the other eyes all around me. Vertigo makes them all sway, makes them look like they come closer, grow larger, and then move farther away and shrink.

Bailey is crying. Cat has her arms around her, and Cat’s eyes are haunted. His mother. His mother saw all of that.

I cover my face with my hands, which are bleeding, from when I was trying to crawl away. He threw me aside when he went after that guy and I have splinters in my hands from the rough wood floor. And my knees, too, from when he dragged me back by my thong. I can’t even feel that pain yet because I’m just… I can’t look at their eyes anymore.

A sliver from my palm pokes my cheek. I pull my bleeding hands away and blink at them.

I’m up and moving. He has me; he’s carrying me out of there. Voices fill my ears, but I don’t know what they’re saying.


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