Ethan swiftly guided Rosette down the stairs and through the den, with pack members avoiding their path. Rosette struggled and screamed until Ethan hoisted her up and carried her like a sack of potatoes into the basement of the den.
The pace was frantic, and the surroundings seemed to blend together in their haste. As Ethan finally slowed down, Rosette noticed they were surrounded by several imposing Betas. Once she regained her bearings, they found themselves in a long, dim corridor in the basement. Ethan paused in the middle of the corridor, and one of the men accompanying them opened a white metal door. He settled Rosette inside and left swiftly, the door closing behind him with a metallic click of a lock.
Desperation washed over Rosette as she screamed and pulled at the door, but it remained unyielding. There was no visible lock mechanism on her side, thwarting any attempt at escape. The realization that the witch had succeeded in taking Joel from her without her i
After Ethan departed, Rosette sat on the bed and toyed with the computer, noting its access to the internet. Researching various materials on witches, some pieces seemed authentic, yet they struggled to differentiate between reality and fantasy. Eventually, resting her head, she found the bed comfortable but experienced fitful sleep. Having grown accustomed to being embraced by Kyle at night over the past few weeks, the idea of another occupying the space made it difficult to rest. Concerns about what that person might do to Kyle while he slept troubled Rosette . Desiring Kyle to restrain and interrogate her, sleep eluded until nearly sunrise, as indicated by the clock on the computer. The sound of the door lock moving brought Rosette abruptly from slumber to wakefulness. Ethan swung the door open and carried her away, pacing into another room with determination."What is the purpose of this?" Rosette inquired, showing some resistance, with a voice still drowsy. "Remain here," Ethan
"A fine idea, Madam," Anthony said as he stepped into Rosette's room and took a seat. "I'll help you."They spent the next hour calmly discussing various ways to torture Ryana. The discussion seemed to thoroughly engage Anthony, who contributed many inventive ideas. His disappointment was evident when Rosette informed him that Kyle had promised Ryana's grandmother a quick death."A guy can dream," he replied wistfully.Suddenly, a piercing scream filled the air. Rosette leaped off the bed only to be thrust behind Anthony, who was mid-transformation. The brown wolf-man growled menacingly at the door.Rosette stayed very still against the wall, listening intently as the screaming continued. It sounded like Ryana, but Anthony's growling made it hard to hear clearly. A door slammed further down the hall, and then silence fell outside. Anthony's vigilance never wavered.Rosette wondered what would happen if he fully transformed. The small room was already crowded; a giant, angry wolf would
Rosette swung her fist with assurance, striking Ryana in the chin. As Ryana reeled back, Rosette grabbed her knife and followed Kyle's advice. The knife nearly severed Ryana's head from her body. The pack roared its approval.Panting, Rosette stood watching Ryana's lifeless body. It was done, and she had done it. Rosette felt a strange pride in knowing she had killed her. She also felt fury that Kyle hadn't been more careful.It was Rosette's turn to have fire in her eyes as she turned to face Kyle, who was so close he was breathing down her neck."Why the hell didn't you have her searched?" Rosette asked menacingly, turning to face him."That spell," Kyle said, wrinkling his nose, "would not have worked on me.""That's not something you should assume. You didn't know that until you smelled it. She should have been searched. You had no idea what was in that vial. It could have killed you," Rosette continued to rage.Kyle was grinning as he wiped a little blood off of Rosette's face. "
There were drums set up, and once someone started to play, the dancing would start. Other wolves would run and explore in the woods. Primarily, though, they came out here to fuck in the wild."Let Alpha Luther chase you in the woods," Katrina said, "he'd love that."Rosette thought about bounding through the forest with Kyle hot on her heels. It was an erotic idea and captivated her thoughts. Before she had a chance to answer Katrina, a howl cut the air. Everything in the clearing stood still as the hunters returned, dragging their kills.It was hard to miss Kyle; he was enormous. He dragged a large dead buck out of the undergrowth and toward her. He stopped beyond her guarded perimeter and growled. The four wolves all backed away with heads lowered. A breeze indicated Shana and Katrina had also left.Rosette stood and walked toward him. This was a new experience for her, so she just inspected what he had brought. Suddenly, she noticed it was the man watching her and not the wolf."Go
Rosette wasn't entirely sure how to interpret Kyle's cryptic explanation, but she chose to accept it. Life without Kyle seemed unimaginable, so she was determined to undergo the transformation, regardless of her understanding.The remainder of the evening was a whirlwind of activity. The pack indulged in feasting, dancing, and unrestrained intimacy. Katrina remarked that this was the most unrestrained she'd ever witnessed one of these gatherings. The pack had been chafing under the restrictions imposed during the witch's threat and were now letting loose with abandon.Rosette found an opportunity to discuss with Kyle what he had learned from Ryana. Ethan's account had been accurate; she had openly performed her spells in his presence, convinced he was completely under her sway. She had even discussed the renegade wolves, expressing her desire to see them placed in positions of power.Recalling Roel and his punishment, Rosette inquired about the families of the r
"Thank you for your help tonight, Emily," Kyle told her and dismissed her to go get some sleep."I know there has to be balance," Kyle told Rosette as they sipped tea alone at a table in the kitchen, "but it has been difficult to instill the proper amount of kindness into my actions.""How's that?" Rosette asked, not understanding."I am the pack's protector. I cannot afford to be seen as weak. I have tried to be gentler than my father, but it is a fine line to walk," he told her."You didn't kill or cast out the rogues' families because you wanted to handle this differently than your father," Rosette said, starting to put it all together."Yes," he murmured, "although one of the fathers took his own life in shame. Another family has asked to be leave the pack. None of them barely show their faces for the embarrassment they feel."They sat in silence for a moment and listened to the sounds of everyone filing back into the den. From the ones
Whoever had remade the bed had put a bunch of white decorative pillows on it. Rosette crawled up and started to toss them off. Against the white linen, she looked filthy. Her knees were grass-stained. The rest of her was scuffed and dirty. She shuddered at how bad her hair must look, probably full of twigs and knotted."Okay, bed in a minute," she told Kyle, heading off the other side for the bathroom, "I'm showering.""I like the way you smell as you are now," he said, moving to stand in her way. "I don't want you to bathe."Breathing deep, Rosette held onto her temper. The obsession with how she smelled was so annoying, and the arrogant bossy Alpha routine really got under her skin."Compromise with me, Kyle. I have no intention of climbing into that beautiful clean bed as dirty as I am right now," she said, watching his eyes.They stood in a deadlock for several moments before he relented."They could have just washed the sheets," he told
As Rosette moved toward the center of the circle, she saw Kyle standing beside the altar, his naked form bathed in the moonlight. He addressed the pack, his voice booming, "Pack Luther, tonight I change my mate Rosette. She will be one of you. Do you accept this pack member?"Rosette had just reached the edge of the circle when the pack responded in unison, "Show us her strength.""So now we fight," Rosette thought, her heart pounding in her chest. Kyle nodded subtly, stepping off the platform and moving slightly towards her.Rosette slowly entered the circle, unsure of what to do. She circled Kyle, who stood impassively, hoping for some kind of hint. As she admired his handsome backside, she heard a chuckle. Turning, she saw a wicked grin on his face. He tensed, signaling the start of their duel. While she was tempted to wait for him to strike first, she decided to take the initiative. Before he could move, she lunged forward, aiming for his throat. To her surp