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The Tyrant alpha 137
Brooklyn squeezes her eyes shut like she just took a softball to the gut. “Just call the ball, okay?”“Call it what?” Enid whispers to Nia. Nia shrugs.The humans are less loudly enthusiastic when we take our places. They hate that they’re always teamed with the scavengers. They want to win, and even though they know they don’t have a shot against shifters, they still get disappointed when we lose.It’s dumb. Everyone knows that it’s not about winning—it’s about shifters learning how to moderate their speed and strength around humans—but it’s hardwired into the humans to compete, so they’re always pissed off at the end.Enid serves first. The ball splats against the wall at the opposite end of the gym, raining down plastic confetti on the males filing out to the basketball courts behind the building.Coach Arnold sighs. “Go get another one, Wogan.”She sprints for the basket of spare balls, and Coach Arnold blows his whistle. “Slow it down, Wogan.”Enid slows into this weird stop-moti
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I head for the back row, and everything’s normal. Female voices echo off the low ceilings. Metal locker doors slam. I peel off my shirt and hesitate for just a second. The cool air is amazing against my clammy skin.“Now,” a female snaps.They’re on me before I can scent them. They grab my legs and yank my arms behind my back. I can’t kick. I can only wrench my shoulder sockets. I buck, but there are too many of them. Brynn, Teagan, at least four others. They rip off my shorts with my panties, ducking my flailing legs and laughing.I squeeze my thighs together, and they grab me again, more hands than necessary, all pinching, squeezing, smacking.They shout. Hoot.My hair’s come loose. Strands are stuck in my mouth, and I can’t get them out because my arms are pinned. I spit and try to cry for help, but my throat’s seized up, and their howls drown out my rasping, “Nia. Nia.”Gracie Beddoe and Mina Scurlock huddle against the lockers, turning their faces away. They can’t help.My wolf l
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“Rosie?”I stiffen.Cadoc sighs. “I’m going to pick you up, Rosie.”He lifts me, curled in my ball, gently tossing me once so I settle against his chest, cradling me in his arms like a baby. I’m still tucked as tight as I can be, and my bare butt is on display to the whole world. The side of my left breast is pressed against his sweaty T-shirt.He starts for the building. Where is he taking me? I uncurl to see, to struggle, but he tightens his arms around me. “Don’t worry. You’re okay now.”I’m not, and I know I’m not, but my wolf seems to take him at his word, relaxing and resting her chin on her paws. She’s lost all interest in eating anyone, and now I feel even more naked and exposed.I try to crunch myself smaller, but then he readjusts his hold and new parts of me are touching him.A door opens, and the sunshine and fresh air are replaced by the glow of buzzing fluorescent lights and the plastic fumes from mats and balls and orange rubber cones. We’re in the equipment room.“I’m
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“‘I’m as dedicated to your well-being as much as any other in this pack.’” I echo his words back to him, and for the first time since the shitty scenario went down, I reach for the bond. I don’t even tug. I find it and follow it until I know he can feel me because I feel him. “I’m not any other shifter in this pack.”I’m not making a claim. I’m stating a fact.He doesn’t recoil. He doesn’t freeze or try to shake me loose. He lets me explore.And I’m no longer interested in arguing about why I can’t trust him. I’m too into this. It’s like I’m in a huge dark space, and I’m here, and my wolf is here—obviously since we’re indivisible—but there’s someone else, too. A being apart from us.I can’t see or hear or know him like my wolf. He’s transmitting on a different frequency, but I can tune in and catch pieces of him.He’s more of a mess than I am. You’d never tell by how he’s standing, hard as a marble statue, but he’s balanced on a razor’s edge.He wants to touch me. More than that. He w
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I’ve never done this before, but I don’t think he has either. He’s just so—careful. It’s not at all like when the males who visit Drona eat her face, shoving their tongues down her throat.What Cadoc’s doing—it isn’t so pushy. It’s slow brushes and soft tasting. It’s making my insides swirl.When I inhale, I breathe in his breath. Our noses graze. His shaved chin is sandpaper against mine.The bond is an anchor, steadying us.He pulls my top lip into his mouth, and I do the same to his bottom lip. He groans, his fingers digging into the base of my neck, all his muscles tautening. His wolf rumbles.I do it again.I get lost.He tastes like the forest, not like dirt or plants, but like the wide openness of it, the sunshine, the earthiness. Kissing him feels like summer afternoons, like thawed ground in spring, like the first snow of winter.I want to wrap my arms around him, but I don’t dare, so instead I feel. My breasts ache, my clit throbs, and I’m antsy all over.Cadoc’s shoulders r
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5CADOCIn my dreams, my wolf is gnawing his way out of my skin. I wake up to the fourth morning of Derwyn throwing rocks at me. My jacket’s frozen to the rusty siding of Rosie’s trailer and my left foot is dangling in the ice-cold marsh water, the shoe soaked.Eyes still crusted shut with sleep or frost or both, I catch a pebble mid-air and pitch it back at Derwyn. There’s a satisfying whine when it hits him.“You told me to wake you up at five,” he says.“Lower your voice.”I blink and squint. The sun hasn’t even cleared the foothills. Derwyn is poking his head around the corner of the trailer. Rosie’s still asleep. When she’s knocked out, the bond is a steady hum. I can almost ignore it.I swing upright, and draw my legs up to the ledge. Every joint cracks. There’s a crick in my neck. I can’t feel my feet.“It’s five,” Derwyn whispers at the top of his lungs.I fumble for a pebble that missed me, and even though my fingers are numb, I manage to wing him in the shoulder.“I’ll just
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Apparently, Killian relaxed the rules somewhat when he mated, but Quarry Pack females won’t look or speak to males outside of the pack—not even at the Academy. They’re quiet in a way that’s a little too hard to read.Rosie’s got that quality. It’s unsettling.To distract myself, I circle back to yesterday. “You got the names of the females who did that shit to Rosie?”Seth grunts. “Yeah. It was a Hughes. Teagan Roberts. A Lewis and a Morris.”“The ringleader?”I have my suspicions, but I want confirmation.Seth clears his throat uneasily. “Brynn Owens.”The daughter of my father’s second. So she’s aligning herself with the Hughes contingent. Another fuck in the cluster. It’s obvious ‘woman scorned’ bullshit, but she can’t claim I ever favored her over any female in our allied families. She was the one who kept shooting her shot and missing.I prefer enforcing the rules the old-fashioned way. Like with the scavenger with the gold teeth. Bevan. A few licks and done. He got in the shots
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Killian won’t indulge the idea that he’s wrong. He’s like my father in that way.Killian’s in the ring when Seth and I make our way into the old but immaculate gym he refurbished to train his fighters. He’s sparring with his second Tye. Tye’s even prettier than Seth. They hate each other.There are a few other males lifting weights. A short-haired female in an oversized T-shirt is working out with the speed bag in the corner. Now that’s new. Females visit the gym from time to time, and Killian likes his female to hang out, although she’s not here today, but I’ve never seen one training.Tye’s wolf snaps at me as I approach. I ignore him. Killian’s the only Quarry Pack male I can’t beat. He’s the flip-shifter.“What up, Collins?” Killian grins at me, ducking and dodging Tye’s lightning-fast jabs. Both males have barely worked up a sweat. “You sleep in? Gotta get breakfast in bed, get your nails done before you come on over?”I’m not that late. He’s just a dick.I go warm up on a heavy
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The Tyrant alpha 484
The humans know about shifters, of course, but there’s no need to draw more attention to us than we already do, as strangers in such a small town. Folks already gawk as Annie leads us to the village commons even though the streets are busy. It’s market day.As soon as we reach the grassy expanse filled with tables and tents, Alroy and Diantha peel off, heading in opposite directions. Griff seems torn, but when he sees that Diantha is making a beeline for a booth with racks of female clothing, he hurries to follow Alroy.Annie leads us down the makeshift walkways, smiling when she’s greeted by name. My mate is still shy, but there’s no trace of fear in her scent. I breathe her happiness and excitement in, letting it flush my lungs clean of the oily town air.She sees her friends before I do and lets go of my hand to run toward them.My mate. My Annie. Running with a smile lighting her face.This is a good, good day.Two females rush around their table, the third making her way more slo
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JUSTUSMy perfect, beautiful mate does not like surprises, so she knows exactly where we’re going as we trot through the woods that run along the human highway. At first, I was sad that I couldn’t spring this visit on her, but I love watching her wolf get more and more excited the closer we get to Chapel Bell. Her short little legs are moving so fast, I almost don’t have to slow my pace.Alroy, Griff, and Diantha don’t have my patience, so they’re several yards ahead of us. Poor Griff has to be the buffer between them, and he keeps getting caught in the crossfire when their wolves decide to break the monotony by sniping at each other.I was worried that Annie would be too nervous to venture this far from camp, but she gets more confident every day. I’m pretty sure that’s because when we were out for a walk two months ago, she saw me take out two ferals that were encroaching on our territory to the north, so even though Killian and I pretty much fought to a draw, she knows I can handle
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He bares his fangs, yanks the needle from his neck, and blinks at it, bemused.“Did you stab me with a fucking knitting needle?” He holds it up. Blood oozes from the wound, dripping down his bare chest. I didn’t even hit an artery.Justus snarls, squaring his shoulders and bending his knees, readying himself to attack. Every inch of his body is covered in mud and blood, gashes and purpling bruises. White bone shows through a jagged slash on his forearm.A male coughs, clearing his throat. “Can we just take a beat?” Killian raises his hands, raw flesh where his nails should be.I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but he’s as battered as Justus, and he seems to be favoring his left leg, like his right can’t hold weight. Our males spar constantly. I’ve seen all of them beat up at some point, but I’ve never seen any of them mangled this bad. I can’t believe either he or Justus are still upright.“That bitch stabbed me.” Leith points at me with the knitting needle.Justus howls and steps
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My wolf skids to a halt several feet away and then slinks forward, keeping the fire between her and the Salt Mountain wolf, letting the smoke block her scent. When she’s too close to dare creep closer, she huddles close to the ground, staring up and up at his tremendous mud-caked haunches. She’s a miniature in comparison. All the females are, and we all stare, powerless, as the wolf’s bones crack and a strapping man rises from the hulk of his beast.His blond hair shines through the dirt. I’ve seen him. Leith Munroe. The new Salt Mountain alpha.He rests his hands on his hips as if there isn’t chaos all around him as his wolves play a game of distraction, breaking after our slower, smaller, or older males and mauling them until our strong males are forced to turn back, away from us, to rescue them.Leith takes no notice of our wolves, even when they get close, or me, skulking behind the fire. Why would he? I’m no threat—skinny and small and stinking of fear.Instead, he’s intent on so
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ANNIERun! Run! Run!I squat as low as I can in the wildflowers and tear off my clothes.A few yards away, Killian and Justus are murdering each other. Tye, Ivo, and the rest are just watching, and no matter how much I scream, no matter what I say, their wolves don’t listen.And the Salt Mountain wolves are up to something. They’re edging away from the fight toward the trail to camp. Quarry Pack is so intent on the fight, they either don’t notice or don’t care.I have to get to Khalil, and my wolf is faster.Run into the woods! The woods!I huddle in the tall grass and summon my wolf. For the first time in my life, she’s ahead of me, bursting through our skin before I’m ready, assuming form like she’s surfacing from water rather than tearing herself free from bone and muscle.She runs away from the woods, toward the trail. The Salt Mountain wolves have gotten ahead of her, so she hangs back, keeping low and downwind.Turn around! Now!What are they doing? They can’t think to attack La
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“Lavender is light green this time of year. It doesn’t bloom until June or July.”“What are you going to do with it now then?”“Make a sachet. The scent mostly comes from the oils in its leaves.”“Make a sachet for who?”I wade through the tall grass to stand close to her and inhale her sweet rainy scent.“For the den,” she says, glancing bashfully up at me from under her thick brown lashes. She’s wearing my old sweater and another pair of my drawstring pants. Her pulse flutters at the base of her throat. She’s excited, too.Maybe we should cut this trip short and head back to the den.Or take a detour into the woods.She probably wouldn’t do that, but I think she’d agree to return to camp. I draw in another deep breath. Her arousal teases my nose.My wolf snarls.Annie startles.It takes my brain three seconds too long to catch up.Underlying the rain and slick, there is another scent. Earthy, yes, but not the right earth. It doesn’t belong. I’ve smelled it before. A long time ago.I
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My grip on the pot handle tightens. Water sloshes over the sides. My jaw clenches, my guts knot, and my dry eyes burn.I can’t do this.I have to.“Justus?” Annie appears in the den entrance. She’s wrapped herself in a light pink sheet, and she’s holding a cup. “You brought water.” She smiles, padding toward me on bare feet.And then she stops. Her smile falls aways.She blinks in the sunshine, the bleariness of sleep disappearing as she takes in my grim face and desperate hold on the pot. If I had dignity, I’d find a way to smile back. Say good morning. Act like everything is fine.Her chest falls as she lets out a long, silent breath. She looks me straight in the eye. Her fear and doubt are clear as day.She’s going to ask me to take her home now.She takes a step closer to me, and then another, until we’re toe to toe. She gazes up at me, and for a second, all I can see is her beauty—her graceful neck, her delicate pointy chin, her soft, curving lips—and then I notice the expression
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“Trust me,” he shushes, the hot head of his cock already notching at my entrance. He flexes his hips and sinks into me, a groan of pure relief torn from his throat. He fills me so completely that I ache where I take him, but I love it.I pant through the strain, and he gathers me close as he thrusts, cradling me to his chest, kissing my lips, my brow, my cheeks, the tip of my nose. I start to rock my hips in time.“You’re so beautiful, Annie,” he rumbles in my ear. “So perfect for me. My Annie. Mine.”I sigh and ride his bucking hips, his cock stretching me until I feel like a glove made for him.“Come for me, now,” he growls. “Now, Annie.”Hot cum floods my womb, and his knot catches and swells, tearing a raw shout from my throat. His fingers find my clit while his fangs sink into my shoulder.I scream, bucking against him, but I’m caught, so he moves with me, hushing me.I hover another second on the edge, somehow above myself, watching his strong arms tremble as they wrap around me
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I let my hand fall and turn my head away.He snarls. He doesn’t like that.I drop back so I’m sitting on the pallet, lift my chin, and fold my arms. His wolf rumbles unhappily. He shouldn’t have let his man mess with my nest.He dips his head and looks up at me from his lowered eyes, a wolf playing at a lamb. “I’m sorry, Annie. Here it is.”He holds the pillow out.It’s a trap.Of course it’s a trap. I reach for it anyway. As soon as I grab the pillow, he yanks and falls to his back, dragging me with him. I tumble on top of him. He quickly nips the pillow from my grasp, tucks it behind his head, and grins up at me.I push up on his chest, struggling upright until I’m straddling his waist. He crosses his arms behind his head.I lean forward and try to pull the pillow free, but his head is too heavy.“Just ask nicely, Annie.” There’s a new note in his voice, a gravelly depth that has nothing to do with his wolf.I prop myself on his folded biceps. They’re hard and velvet and flexing und
