Chapter Fourty six

Vanessa

My wolf has a death wish.

She’s a fucking psycho.

And she’s going to get us killed.

Because she decided to take a nap in the Carnage Island Alpha’s bed.

His low growl from the doorway is a warning I feel to my very core.

But all it does is draw a little whine of irritation from my suicidal wolf.

She picks up her head, yawns at him, and proceeds to flop over to her other side.

And closes her eyes.

I scream at her to move. To bow. To run. Anything but just relax in the Alpha’s bed as though she belongs there.

“I see,” he says, his tone holding a lethal note that makes me wince inside.

This is not going to end well.

“I think we need to have a conversation about etiquette and common decency, little one.” He sounds calm. Too calm. And because my wolf’s

eyes are closed, I can’t see his face. But I hear him prowling toward me, his presence a darkness threatening to suffocate me from the inside out.

Jake , called him.

A name I know very well.

A name I’ve feared for years.

Jake isn’t