All Chapters of Command of the Wolf: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The most horrifying nightmare of my childhood had been drowning, but my recurring one had featured being stranded in woods, when being circled by wolves.Since my parents had been murdered by werewolves, go figure. But since I was also meant to be a badbutt dominator of wolves now, who whipped them into their place with my Jerremy Tide, clearly the magical legacy had messed up somewhere. I wasn’t the Wolve Winner that my parents would’ve hoped for, but then this gathering of wolves in the Jungles’ Wolve Empire wasn’t anything like the nightmares that had haunted my dreams for the last decade either. I hadn’t imagined that I’d be sitting next to the ferocious Emperess Alpha, Rhona, and her naked consort Alpha, when their son — the soon to be king — knelt at my feet. The soon to be king wasn’t naked, despite his insistence before we’d entered the Jungles that it was

I stumbled through the woods in the dark, catching my feet on logs and scratching my cheeks on the rough bark of the trees, when my heart thundered. Being hunted by werewolves was everything that I’d always dreadedabout coming back to England, let alone into Wolve Empire.This was my nightmare. My jerremy licked out in thin trails to light a path… Yeah, Moon had had been right, they did look like fairy tentacles… I missed my footing on a steep bank and overbalanced. Moon got me with his shoulder before I could fall onto my face, tumbling us both against a tree trunk. His eyes glowed in the gloom, and although he held the cool air of a soon to be king out for a stroll, I could feel his heart pounding just as hard through his naked chest as mine was.“We can’t stop,” he whispered, licking my cheek in rebutturance. “They like to make Hunts fun but don’t mistake that for fair.&

A Wolve Winner only needed one beautiful beast to work her powers. I’d already Claimed Moon. It struck me as I tapped my foot against the straw floor of Wild Hall (because hey, I was nervous about meeting the Soon to be king of the Lords), that this second soon to be king was Tribute, sacrifice, and toy.I’d already created Zhen, yet even he was a prankster, rather than a slave. I was honestly not in the market for anyone unwilling (strike that: seriously enthusiastic), and one wedding a day was my limit. But if I didn’t follow this tradition, would it break the peace treaty, as well as let down my aunt and the other covens? I was meant to be Liaison to the Wolve Empire, ensuring that there wasn’t another war. Why then did it feel like Isabella had simply thrown me to the wolves? Although, these wolves were wickedly hot. When I clenched my fists on top of

If anyone had told me back in America to ignore the taunts and stares when I’d arrived with nobody but my cousin at the Starlight Prom because back home in England, I’d be woken twice in one night by a greedy half incubus whispering: let me pleasure you…? Well, maybe I wouldn’t have slipped the Truth Potion in the punch for revenge and then laughed, when the arrogant jerks who’d rejected me, babbled out everything that they’d always tried to hide, including both the girls and exams, on which they’d cheated.Good times… Although, nothing like as good as waking up to my ravenous Charm stroking my hair for the second time, as Jeremy’ eyes glittered with sinful mischief and the moonlight shone over the bedroom like a shimmering blanket. I shivered, even though I was still wrapped in the heat of my mother’s dress and cape. Somehow,

The third time that I was wrenched to the House of Seasons by blood magic, I knew that I’d become more comfortable with my sorceres side because the way that it bubbled my blood and coated my tongue in a coppery tang didn’t disturb me. What did mess with my head…? The way that I tumbled into a room that was like the inside of a cauldron with shadowy arches and seats all around it, as if I was in a show for an invisible audience, when raised on the platform on fur thrones were three creatures from my nightmares: robed sorcereses with wolve masks.I shrieked, scrambling backwards on the smooth floor. My jerremy shadows whipped out in automatic defense, but instantly they were seized and forced back inside me by metallic shadows that wove out of the ceiling and pulled me up, until I hung with my arms above my head, unable to move.When my guys had suggested pinning my arms, warmth had unfurled deep inside, until I’d tingled at