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52. Torture Me
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Slave to the Wolf King 53. How I Learned to Hate Myself
~ JESSE ~The couple weeks after the claiming were some of the most confusing and unsteady of my life.In the days immediately following that harrowing night, I was dragged to several meetings in which my duties as Queen and the ways I would need to be trained were discussed.Time and again, with different audiences each time, my education, intelligence, and physical strength—or lack thereof—were discussed in perfunctory tones and analyzed with a ruthless eye. Cazz would list my deficiencies in a way that, had they been spoken with any tone at all, would have felt like he had nothing but contempt for me. Yet, he seemed… unconcerned. Listing off my failings like they were merely points on a board to be identified and then crossed off.To hear him speak about it, these were simply the challenges of mating a human—I would be educated. I would be trained. And my physical weakness would be protected for me.He didn’t curl up his lip in a sneer when he mentioned the fact that I hadn’t gone
Slave to the Wolf King 54. The Indifferent Bastard
~ JESSE ~I tipped my head, considering telling him to go fuck himself since I hadn’t seen him all day. But in the end I was curious about why he was here. And if he was asking me to get up, maybe we were going to go do something?So, hating myself a little bit for not challenging him, I stood up and put my book down on the table next to my chair, then turned to face him with my arms folded.“Now what?”His lips curled up on one side like I had pleased him. “Now take off your clothes, please.”My breath got faster. I tried to keep my face firm and unaffected, but by this time, the bastard knew that all he had to do was stare at me with those ice-cold eyes and I was already shivering. So, knowing that he could hear me, I muttered to myself about what a pain it was to submit to a narcissist as I started taking off my clothes.I considered turning it into a tease, but I’d never stripped for a man before. And knowing me I’d end up tripping over my skirts and falling at his feet, or someth
Slave to the Wolf King 55. Come Together
~ JESSE ~No matter how I tried, I couldn’t figure out where I stood with Cazz.I had grown up on alert. I knew a man’s anger, and a man’s control. I understood intimidation and manipulation. But this wild swinging between sweet thoughtfulness, undeniable passion, and intense indifference… It had my head spinning. And my heart aching. Every day I rode a roller coaster of signals that had me convinced he was in love with me one minute, and loathed me the next. And no way to tell which was right.Because they couldn’t both be true.Could they?The final blow came the next morning when I realized Cazz had been right and my cycle had started.I definitely wasn’t pregnant. And even though that was something of a relief, it was also a blow. Because if I had been, then at least maybe he would have just left me and my shredded, baffled heart alone. And we could have got on with the healing. But instead… instead I had to wait and see what was going to happen tomorrow. And the next day. And eve
Slave to the Wolf King 56. No Prey
~ JESSE ~I jerked back from where I had just softly placed my hand on his shoulder, feeling for him because it was clear that he was stressed about whatever this issue was with the Alphas and packs. But he acted as if I’d poked him with a needle.“Sorry, I just—”“Rake, would you mind? I think the Queen needs her freedom this morning.”Rake pushed to his feet immediately, nodding, not meeting my eyes.I took a step back from Rake, saturated in embarrassment. He was asking Rake to walk me like I was a pesky pet?“I’m… I’m sorry,” I breathed, swallowing back the pinch of tears.
Slave to the Wolf King 57. The Hunt
~ JESSE ~~ JESSE ~“Rake, if you’re going to stand here and tell me to let him go find other females—”“Whoa, whoa, whoa! No! That’s not… that’s not what I meant,” he said, wincing. “Not at all.”“Then what do you mean by hunt?”Rake sighed and met my eyes like he was bracing for impact. “I mean… let him chase you.”I waited, but it was obvious that was all he intended to say. “You’re telling me to play hard to get? I don’t play games, Rake.”
Slave to the Wolf King 58. The Good Man
~ JESSE ~Rake’s words washed over me and made me screw up my face because they weren’t what I wanted to hear. I wanted to hear reassurance that I shouldn’t even fear that Cazz would cheat. I wanted to hear that I was too strong, or too beautiful, or too valuable for that to happen.But at the same time my stomach pinched because he hadn’t said that, I was also grateful because it meant he was telling me the truth.The truth was that Cazz might betray me. And if he did… if he did, that was going to hurt more than anything I’d ever experienced, I thought. But even if he didn’t… it didn’t mean that we were coming out of this with a happy ever after.That was sobering. And not reassuring at all. My heart quavered—then
Slave to the Wolf King 59. Clingy
~ CASIMIR ~I didn't leave Ghere and the servants until hours after dinner, and even when I was finally alone, I was left cursing under my breath because that fucking tension that had been raising my hackles since the moment I woke, didn't ease.I had spent the entire day edgy and frustrated, and I wasn’t even sure why. There were some tensions with the humans, a few scuffles between neighboring Alphas, but nothing significant. Nothing that warranted the tight muscles that made me want to roll my head to loosen my neck, and the itch between my shoulder blades.I had thought it was the constant presence of servants and calls for my attention and decision-making. It was the life of an Alpha. Particularly a King. And it wearied me at times.When I stepped out of the
Slave to the Wolf King 60. The End of Tears
~ JESSE ~It was an awful night.I’d tried to go to sleep early, but I had laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about Cazz. And in the middle of that, something woke up inside me. Like hope, at first. It turned my mind to the bond–could I feel him getting closer? Or was that just wishful thinking?He had kept himself closed to me, kept the bond dead for days. But every so often I’d get a sensation—like something slipped through without his permission. And for a moment my heart beat faster because it felt like he was coming closer.And then there was a flare of need. Desire. Want.He was horny.
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