All Chapters of Wolverson's Queen: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“So, the plan for going forward?” Gunner looks all too excited right now.“We keep her safe, make sure she can’t be taken. Strengthen everything around us, more guards, more watching, everything. Then we wait. We have proof of what her family’s plan was, but again, we can’t take action when it’s their own family they are doing it too, not ours,” Dante explains.“You’re joking, right? She is our family; she took the shit you gave her last night. She chose us,” I insist.“Let’s wait and see. You and Bear are getting attached too fucking quickly! She chose us, yes, because she had no other option. Do you really think she would if we gave her a card and a pass to get out of our city? No, she would take it and fucking run.”“She wouldn’t. I know she wouldn’t.” Bear looks at Dante.“Let’s just forget Emmi for now, please. Give it a few days, then we will see. Right now, someone needs to let Dean know, catch him up on everything. Gunner and I will go around and try to find out who these new

She stands before me, shaking slightly, but her eyes are still wide and bright.“Fuck me.” Her words are stern and make me laugh. “I mean it! If you don’t fuck me, then I swear I will go out there and fuck your guards. No more saying no, just do it.” She pushes herself against me, a moan escaping her mouth as she does.“Emmi.” How the hell can I keep saying no?“Please, you told me to choose. I choose now, I choose you. You said no to all of you, so you, I choose you to fuck me first.” Her body pushes against mine. Turning with her in my arms, I push her down onto the bed. I climb onto her as my mouth captures hers, the kiss starting slow and soft before it becomes aggressive, both of us fighting each other to dominate the kiss, my mouth swallowing and muffling her moans. Without breaking the kiss, I pull her dress, tearing it open.Glancing down, I smile. “I fucking love peepholes.” I grab her nipple and pull, causing her to cry out slightly. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I feel

This morning was awkward. Weird and fucking awkward. I hadn’t even considered when I was due on. No, I just forgot, as if it no longer existed. Dante looked at me, waiting for me to go get in the bath. There was no way in hell I was going to stand naked and walk through knowing I had blood on me. So, I waited for him to leave then ran to the bathroom. When I emerged, the bed was sorted, and a box was on the bed. Inside were pads, tampons, tablets for the pain, everything I would have thought of, even chocolate! Someone had put chocolate in it.I spent the day with Bear and Zane, although there wasn’t much excitement. Dante and Gunner had ‘gone to paint the cities red’ based on Bear’s words. From what I learned; they were trying to find out who ordered the hit on me.That moment is burned into my mind. Dante hadn’t even hesitated. He just jumped and protected me, not caring that he could have got shot. What does that mean anyway? From how they spoke, I know they don’t jump in front of

Her words cut deep, and somehow; it feels good. How fucked up is that? My lips crash against hers, a moan escaping my mouth. She pushes me back as she tries freeing herself.“Get off me! You really think I want you? No one wants you, Zane.” Her words are sharp.“Like I fucking care!” I kiss her again, feeling her fighting against me, my body pinning hers against the wall as my mouth kisses down her neck. Screaming, she keeps trying to push me away.“You can’t fuck me!” She yells the words, which make me laugh.“I can! Do you think we don’t know about you and Dante? We got back and heard your screams.” My hands move, pulling and ripping her dress open. I bite down against her neck, causing her to scream more. I feel her body shift, her hand swinging with a knife, but I knock it from her grasp, the blade catching me slightly.I pin her more forcefully as my hands pull her underwear away from her body. Sliding my hand down her stomach, I stop between her legs, feeling the wetness. Hell,

I know what Emmi said, but I know she didn’t mean it. Somehow though, it’s got into Zane’s head, and now, well, now he feels like he needs to be punished. In the first fight, he didn’t even hit the guy for ages.I saw the pure terror on the guy’s face with every hit as Zane just took them. Everyone was shocked, watching as he just stood and took hit after hit. Usually, the other guy is lucky to get a few hits in. Ten minutes into the fight and Zane hadn’t lifted his fists once.Then it happened, the need to be hurt burned down, and in its place was rage. The poor guy died quickly. Usually, they stop the fights before anyone dies, but by the second punch, the guy was unconscious. By the third, he was dead. So, I sit and watch the next four fights. Zane blocks their hits and hits them back, the men getting dragged out quickly before they can die too.I just sit and watch, and by the time Zane is finished, he looks normal again. Bloody, but normal. I know all it will take is that one tho