My back was aching with all the whipping Martin had done my insides started to quiver with excitement. He walked around in circles, trying to control the temptation that was clear in his eyes while I sat on the ground, against the bed frame, afraid of what he’d do next. He stepped towards me, got down on his knee and raised my chin. “Are we clear now?” He asked. A smile tugged on my lips and I scoffed at what he asked, “if you think that a little whipping is going to force me to stop killing John then you’re in the dark because I’m going to do what I have to do too.” I blurted out when the wolf inside me finally left me alone to my thoughts. What are going to do ? Beat me again. You can’t kill me and you know that. "Don't test me, Clara." He said, licking his lips. "I have told you earlier than I don't kill female wolves but that doesn't mean that someone won't do it for me." Challenges. I liked them, "Try your best and you'll fail just as you failed in controlling me. I will a
"Ah, my favorite man. It has been a while now, Martin." Beauty said, swaying her hips and approaching me. Energy hummed through her as she threw her hands on the air to hug me. I quickly leaned in for a hug and then moved back. "What does the big man wants?"She asked."Nothing. Just here to clear my mind," I replied, looking around the bar that was fairly filled with humans getting drunk and enjoying themselves. It had been a while since I last drank alcohol in a bar-a very long time."Who dare to mess up with your mind?"She asked, welcoming me inside her bar. "Grab a seat. Whoever it is, I will make sure you'll forget it by the time you leave this place."Beauty worked as a bartender in a bar that her husband owned. They both were wolves and members of my pack.The Wooden Inn was a small bar that I often visited when I was young. It was a place close to my heart and beauty was a good old female friend. Her husband recently passed away due to chronic issues and at his funeral was th
After a few more martini's, I was a little tipsy as expected but not drunk. The world was still clear in front of me and Clara's words were loud in my ears. For years, I was proud of my title and the way I had gotten it but for the first time ever, I wasn't-not anymore. Being an Alpha was my pride but today it felt like it was my shame.There were two females I was pissed at and beauty didn't question anything regarding about my mate or Clara after I had politely asked her not too. I wanted to avoid thinking about either of them."More?" Beauty asked, appearing in front of me."Nah, I think that's enough.""You're barely drunk, Martin." She reminded me."I know but I have to drive back home and you know the alcohol kicks in after a while for us," I replied."Don't you want anyone? To warm your bed tonight?" She asked, in a flirting manner. Since her husband died, she went completely crazy and it could be seen but I wasn't bothered by it. As long as my male wolves were kept happy, I wa
Strange noises followed inside the house and I got off the bed to check what was happening outside. It was almost one in the morning when I heard voices of a man and a woman. The last I remembered was that no females lived in this packhouse. Who was this woman?I threw a silk robe over my body that had been covered with a pain relief cream. After all that whipping, I needed something to calm down the pain and I could only find a cream lying around the house.I stepped outside my room and looked on the either side of the hallway. It was empty yet there were voices. The packhouse was in silent mode the past few hours. I didn't see Martin again after I told him all that truth he needed to hear.He didn't say anything, although, I feared for my life since then. I wanted to apologize and take back my words before he snapped my neck with his bare hands.He could do that, couldn't he?I tied my robe and walked outside of my room, leaving the hallway and entering the living room where I found
There was a fear of being killed and then there was a fear of being unveiled infront of Martin-I couldn't let either of that happen. Martin wore a smug grin on his face and so did John. These men were going to be the death of me.I shook my head, "I'm not going to fight John," I announced, making myself real clear. John knew exactly what he was doing. Fighting against him would force me to reveal my wolf and that's exactly what he wanted. He knew that I wouldn't shift and that would make me vulnerable to his wolf and at the end of the day, he'd win by killing me."I don't care. You are going too," Martin said, folding his hands and flexing his biceps. I looked away. He smelled like a female and it was that wolf-girl he bought last night to the packhouse. It made me jealous.He was mine.Focus."And, if I don't?" I asked, raising my brow and challenging him. "Then, I will force you,"I opened my mouth to say something but James cut me off, "She doesn't has to, Alpha.""You don't get t
When John hurt Clara, I felt an ache growing inside my chest, as if he had hurt me instead of her. The swift pain weakened me for some absurd reason that I couldn't understand. I loosened my fists and was ready to conclude the fight but then Clara shifted for the first time ever in front of me.My breathing came to a halt as I saw her her wolf. The flashes of the night of mating appeared in front of me and it struck me like a hundreds and thousands waves of disquieting dazzles-she was my mate.Clara.Fucking Clara.Her wolf was the exact same wolf that I had met with on the night of mating and during that time there was only one unmated female in the woods and that was her.Of course.Once Clara turned into a wolf, she launched at John and within a second, his wolf was on the ground, bleeding to death. She didn't kill him but instead glanced at me and then ran away."No, no!" I yelled as I watched her disappear. "Take him in and patch him up," I said to Daniel who was standing beside
The everlasting pain coursing through my body didn't come to an end when I shifted, revealing my dark wolf to everyone in the packhouse-including Martin. A choice had to be made quickly and when I did have any option, I shifted. Anger boiled deep in my system as I fixated my attention at John who seemed to back away. The hunger for injuring and bleeding him to death was strong.He messed up with the wrong wolf.I charged at him without a warning, bit into his warm flesh and wounded him.Mercy wasn't valid. I ripped him apart till he purred like a wounded wolf. That was my cue to escape. Too much damage was done, I was hurt and my wolf was revealed. I peeked to my side and found a way to escape.When I glanced back at Martin, I found compassion surfacing his wild eyes as he came into realization. There was no way I was going to stay here for another moment. My heart wrenched and cried along with my wolf as I ran, making my way out of the city. He followed me.I sensed it. His wolf beh
After having dinner with the boy who hadn't shared his name yet, I tried to shift and walk on my own. It was like that. I couldn't be weak for long. My attempts failed, my wolf went away for the night as she was pissed at me for leaving my mate like I had any other option left and the only thing I could do was walk--or more like trip.The injuries were healing quicker than expected but a promising scar was on my body. Great."You should come back inside before you fall sick," the strange boy said as he walked out of the front door.I was in denial at first but then I walked out of the house to see that we were actually at the cliff side, above everyone else, almost kissing the sky. The boy had a giant house with a vaulted roof, it was made to trap warmth and he was the only one living in there."How long have you been living here?" I asked him while walking back inside.He was right, too much walking could fuck me up and I didn't want to harm myself anymore. That basted John was prob