Page 9 of The Wolf King

“FUCK!” roars Ryan.

The horrible wolf in the next cell chuckles. The alpha grins, too.

“Ah, be quiet, you big wuss.” He musses Ryan’s hair as the boy mutters obscenities under his breath. He shoves him gently toward me. “You’ll need to make a sling for—”

“I know,” I snap.

I lead Ryan to the wall and sit him down, grabbing the fabric from my satchel and crouching before him. His face is bright red and his breathing is shuddery as I slide the bandage beneath his forearm, then bring the top end around the back of his neck.

“You don’t like being told what to do,” observes the alpha.

“No one likes to be told what to do.”

“Some people like it.” I can hear the smirk in his tone and I look up at him, confused. He shakes his head. “Never mind.”

He watches me in silence as I tie the two ends of the bandage together above Ryan’s collarbone.

I’m just finishing up when the main iron door screeches open.

I still, panic writhing inside my stomach as I imagine what Sebastian will do to me if he catches me here.

A woman’s sultry laughter seeps through the darkness and I let loose a breath.

“Who’s been a good boy?” she coos, as if speaking to a dog, and I tense. “Who’s a good boy and deserves his treat?”

The horrible wolf who whistled at me chuckles. “I’ve been a good boy,” he leers. “You can come in here, sweetheart.”

“Oh, yes?” Her sweet rose-scented perfume permeates the dank air as her footsteps get closer. “And what about you? They say you’re an alpha. Is that true? I’ve always wanted to bed an alpha.”

I look over my shoulder.

A pretty woman with long blonde hair leans against the bars of the alpha’s cell. Her lips are painted bright red, and her cheeks are rosy. Her dark cloak hangs over one shoulder and reveals that she’s not wearing anything underneath.

She flutters her eyelashes, but the alpha keeps his back to her.

“No?” she coos. “Are you sure? How about now?”

She drops her cloak, revealing her naked body. I tense, my eyes widening. I have never seen anyone unclothed before. A muscle feathers in the alpha’s jaw and his gaze remains on me.

“Very well, pet.” She pouts. “I suppose you’ll just have to watch.”

She unlocks the door to the next cell and saunters inside, hips swaying.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” leers the horrible wolf, looking her up and down. “Get over here. I’ve got something for you.”

He pushes her to her knees and my heartbeat starts pounding too fast, too hard, as she smiles up at him. What is she doing? Why is she.. .?

The alpha before me shifts to the side, partially blocking them from view. “It’s time to leave, Princess.”

His low voice doesn’t cover the wet sucking sound that comes seconds later, and the horrible things the wolf is snarling under his breath in the next cell. All the warmth drains from my body and I’m frozen.

Is she. . .? With her mouth?

“Princess.” There is a command in the alpha’s tone.

I’m distracted by the blur of movement in the shadows of the cell beyond as the wolf flips the woman over so she’s on her hands and knees, and mounts her from behind.

If you wish to betaken like a common mutt, that can be arranged tomorrow night after the ceremony.Sebastian’s threat floods my mind and my heart beats faster, a trapped bird unable to escape its cage.

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