the fight. She watched the fire in his eyes, the way he glared at their leader, and knew the strength of desire that pulsed through him to take the title of pack leader.
Bruno was aggressive, dominating, and his silent presence demanded the attention of everyone around him. No matter that he didn’t shout to the pack promises of how life would be better—talk was cheap. Bruno would run with actions. He would move quickly, pouncing on opportunity with tooth and claw. Nothing and no one would stand in his way to make sure the werewolves of Malta were respected and honored by every werewolf on the planet.
And she’d run by his side. She’d put her kill at his feet. They would mate, and together they would keep honor and strength alive and strong in their pack. With their gifts, they would aid the pack the way no other pack leader could. She stared at the two werewolves. Her surroundings faded. The emotions of the werewolves around her receding. She saw their success. Staring at Bruno, her heart knew they’d be happy, be successful. She didn’t know how she knew, but Bruno was right. The werewolves of Malta would go down in history because of them.
She straightened, watching the werewolves exchange quiet words. Even the bartenders stopped what they were doing and gave wary heed to the two large werewolves who quite possibly might not wait until midnight to start the challenge. It wouldn’t be the first time a fight broke out in the locanda .
Alpha males often didn’t get along. Put a bit of whiskey in them, and you were guaranteed a few broken tables and chairs before the night ended.
A glass shattered to the floor, their pack leader’s voice booming through the room.
“You fucking little punk! It takes more than brute strength to lead a pack.”
Once his roar had terrified Renee. Her heart pounded and she sniffed the air, while fighting through too many emotions to pin down Bruno’s.
Freddy actually jumped over the bar counter. “Not in my locanda ,” he yelled, running toward the two werewolves and jumping between them.
Their pack leader growled at him, looking for a moment like he’d send him flying. Bruno, however, stood tall and calm—almost too calm. Like the unnerving calm and silence before a deadly tropical storm. Muscles bulged over his entire body though. His clothes looked ready to split and tear from him.
And his teeth bulged against his lips. Renee didn’t have to climb into his mind to know he fought the change. Hell, her insides quivered with anticipation, anxious for the challenge—anxious for it to end and to enjoy the hot sex that would happen afterward.
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“More than one cub will be conceived tonight,” Anna whispered from behind her.
Renee’s insides almost exploded as she thought how rough and demanding Bruno would be after the fight. She hurried to put up her mental wall, keep the bitches around her from smelling the lust that seeped from her pores. Her pussy swelled, eager and excited to take her werewolf in her arms, love him and fuck him until they both howled.
Would he take her in the field after the challenge? He’d be sweaty, bloody, and wound so tight he’d be almost violent. Or would he give the pack attention first, howl with the werewolves, keep her close, her body tingling in anticipation, until they were alone. Possible scenarios almost had her teetering with dizzy need. She gripped the side of the bar, relying on its real hardness to keep her thoughts at bay and stop herself from coming as she stood there watching him.
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It wasn’t until later that evening, when the pack began assembling outside town at the old ruins that marked where communal runs often started, that Renee caught sight of her sire. His old truck rumbled over the uneven ground, and she watched him climb out and her mother get out on the other side.
Quite a