his proffered hand to the weapon in his other.
“Come now, you were brave enough to dismember Nahuel Salvatella and behead one of my soldiers for grabbing your derrière. Surely you’ve the courage to take a stroll with me about the gardens and through the woods?”
He knew.
He knew about Nahuel. How? Alcaeus had said he wouldn’t tell his younger brother, the Alpha. He had agreed they should keep a tight lid on her secret.
“Do not disappoint your Alpha.” His eyes indicated his open palm.
But he wasn’t her Alpha. She hadn’t agreed to stay. She was still there as Alcaeus’ guest. Her situation was temporary. She wasn’t a member of their pack. She stared mutinously at the large hand before her. For a mad moment, the genetic similarities to Alcaeus’ own hands, which she’d come to associate with providing care and comfort, were enough to make her hapless mind birth a desperate, fleeting hope that Alex’s hand might prove to be an offering of safety as well. Then he spoke.
“Little girl, you will take my hand in the next three seconds, or you’ll take this machete through your heart.”
She snatched his hand in hers.
He smiled. “My brother perpetually underestimates me. Try not to do the same.”
She nodded dolefully.
They strolled. She barely noticed where. Her leaden feet only registered it as her funeral march as her imagination quickly ran rampant, conjuring all manner of gruesome scenarios for how he intended to end her.
Mostly, her worries were dominated by fears for her daughter, though. What was going to happen to Jussara now? Would Alcaeus still care for her baby when she was gone? Jussara was barely a year old. Would she remember her mother? What if she lived her whole life never knowing how much her mother had loved her? Worse yet, the Alpha knew Jussara to be the progeny of his enemy. Would he even let her little girl live? Would he simply cast her precious bundle out once he’d disposed of her? Dump baby Jussara on his murderous enemy’s doorstep?
Belatedly, she noticed they’d been garnering a crazy amount of attention as they made their way through the gardens. Animals in wolf and in human form alike stopped whatever they were doing to salute or bow their heads in deference, offering overly effusive words of praise and greetings to their pompous, spoiled Alpha.
Blech! What a bunch of annoying toadies! Lupe was glad now that she’d never wasted time getting to know very many of these superbeasts during her year-and-a-half stay at the compound. They were all a lot of pathetic, spineless sycophants as far as she was concerned. And their Alpha was nothing but an arrogant bully too caught up in his own inflated sense of self-worth to recognize the obvious shortcoming that would no doubt seal his demise one day.
Damn . Every she-wolf they passed was glaring at her like they wanted to gut her and eat her entrails. What was up with that?
Then she remembered that Alex was not the hold-your-hand-and-stroll-through-the-gardens type. He was the fuck-you-from-behind-while-making-eyes-at-his-next-conquest-in-the-gardens type.
The Alpha fucked she-wolves like he was punishing them. And they loved it. The dumb bitches lined up and bent over for it, assess tilted high, wet cunts gleaming in the moonlight.
Lupe had chalked it up to an Alpha groupie kind of thing—like star-fuckers. Because the way those bitches carried on, pawing at his feet and begging to suck his cock, anyone might have thought it was coated in pure golden fairy dust. Or at least Belgian chocolate . The way they groveled and glorified him over what usually amounted to no more than a cold, hard fucking for all other leering wolf eyes in the gardens to see, would have been laughable in Lupe’s estimation … were it not so pathetic.
Even he knew it. Lupe could’ve sworn she’d caught the Alpha rolling his eyes at their displays toward him as they walked.
And it wasn’t only the women who were reacting to his
“Come now, you were brave enough to dismember Nahuel Salvatella and behead one of my soldiers for grabbing your derrière. Surely you’ve the courage to take a stroll with me about the gardens and through the woods?”
He knew.
He knew about Nahuel. How? Alcaeus had said he wouldn’t tell his younger brother, the Alpha. He had agreed they should keep a tight lid on her secret.
“Do not disappoint your Alpha.” His eyes indicated his open palm.
But he wasn’t her Alpha. She hadn’t agreed to stay. She was still there as Alcaeus’ guest. Her situation was temporary. She wasn’t a member of their pack. She stared mutinously at the large hand before her. For a mad moment, the genetic similarities to Alcaeus’ own hands, which she’d come to associate with providing care and comfort, were enough to make her hapless mind birth a desperate, fleeting hope that Alex’s hand might prove to be an offering of safety as well. Then he spoke.
“Little girl, you will take my hand in the next three seconds, or you’ll take this machete through your heart.”
She snatched his hand in hers.
He smiled. “My brother perpetually underestimates me. Try not to do the same.”
She nodded dolefully.
They strolled. She barely noticed where. Her leaden feet only registered it as her funeral march as her imagination quickly ran rampant, conjuring all manner of gruesome scenarios for how he intended to end her.
Mostly, her worries were dominated by fears for her daughter, though. What was going to happen to Jussara now? Would Alcaeus still care for her baby when she was gone? Jussara was barely a year old. Would she remember her mother? What if she lived her whole life never knowing how much her mother had loved her? Worse yet, the Alpha knew Jussara to be the progeny of his enemy. Would he even let her little girl live? Would he simply cast her precious bundle out once he’d disposed of her? Dump baby Jussara on his murderous enemy’s doorstep?
Belatedly, she noticed they’d been garnering a crazy amount of attention as they made their way through the gardens. Animals in wolf and in human form alike stopped whatever they were doing to salute or bow their heads in deference, offering overly effusive words of praise and greetings to their pompous, spoiled Alpha.
Blech! What a bunch of annoying toadies! Lupe was glad now that she’d never wasted time getting to know very many of these superbeasts during her year-and-a-half stay at the compound. They were all a lot of pathetic, spineless sycophants as far as she was concerned. And their Alpha was nothing but an arrogant bully too caught up in his own inflated sense of self-worth to recognize the obvious shortcoming that would no doubt seal his demise one day.
Damn . Every she-wolf they passed was glaring at her like they wanted to gut her and eat her entrails. What was up with that?
Then she remembered that Alex was not the hold-your-hand-and-stroll-through-the-gardens type. He was the fuck-you-from-behind-while-making-eyes-at-his-next-conquest-in-the-gardens type.
The Alpha fucked she-wolves like he was punishing them. And they loved it. The dumb bitches lined up and bent over for it, assess tilted high, wet cunts gleaming in the moonlight.
Lupe had chalked it up to an Alpha groupie kind of thing—like star-fuckers. Because the way those bitches carried on, pawing at his feet and begging to suck his cock, anyone might have thought it was coated in pure golden fairy dust. Or at least Belgian chocolate . The way they groveled and glorified him over what usually amounted to no more than a cold, hard fucking for all other leering wolf eyes in the gardens to see, would have been laughable in Lupe’s estimation … were it not so pathetic.
Even he knew it. Lupe could’ve sworn she’d caught the Alpha rolling his eyes at their displays toward him as they walked.
And it wasn’t only the women who were reacting to his
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