Page 130 of Claimed By Prince Daddy

I crossed my arms over my chest and waited.

“I would not let you ruin our clan mates, bring dishonor to the Stoneclaw Clan,” Rick growled out. “You may be fine with bedding the enemy, but I sure as hell wasn’t gonna roll over and let it slide.”

“So you came up with this insane plan to attack the latent pack?”

His eyes brightened, a crazed grin spreading across his lips. “Not me, though the idea was solid. I didn’t come up with that plan.”

A niggling suspicion wormed through my mind. My lips thinned. “What did you do, Rick?”

“Oh… I think you know what I did,” Rick said. “You can smell it on me.”

I inhaled a deep lungful of air. My blood froze over. “Shit, Rick,” I replied with an exhale. Metallic ice clung to his battered body.

Rick cackled. “I formed an alliance with the Dark Lord. One forged in blood. I figured if I couldn’t bring you to your senses and I couldn’t beat you in a duel, then I’d find a foe that could overpower you. The Dark Fae. I went to a were-club and met with a witch who gave me the ingredients to summon a portal to take me to the other realm. There I met a Dark Lord by the name of Dargon Vensteel. He swore he would reward me handsomely if I aided him in killing Sasha.”

I snarled and lunged, throwing my palm out, claws bared.

“Don’t you want to hear the best part?” Rick exclaimed. “About Sasha.”

My claws paused a hair away from Rick’s jugular. He smirked in sick satisfaction at having found my weakness.

“Your…” His nose wrinkled in disgust. “Precious Sasha has a unique power. Light Fae power.”

“Stop spouting bullshit,” I growled, lowering my hand.

“I’m not. It’s not bullshit. You know it’s not. Bet you’ve seen evidence of her powers.” He lifted his brows, wagging them.

My thoughts flashed back to the night Sasha used her lighted wolf to defeat the werebear who’d attacked us. Such unbelievable power.

Rick gave a slow smirk. “Yeah, I thought so. She’s a threat to the Dark Fae. They wish to take over this realm, the planet, and kill the humans. Only the Light Fae abilities can rise against the Dark Fae powers. Sasha’s ancestors are the Light Fae, and she’s the only werewolf in existence to possess their magical influence.”

My stomach rolled in disbelief. “You…” I shook my head. “You’re sick enough to betray not only me, but your entire race?” I allowed my inner bear to roar. “And hand us over to the Dark fae?”

For the first time, a glimpse of regret crossed over Rick’s face, his eyes diminishing a fraction. Then the look was gone, only to be replaced with furious indignation.

“The Dark Fae promised not only refuge, he swore to bring my family back from the dead.” Rick bared his fangs. “And I will be damned if I give up on the opportunity to see my mate and cubs again. I lost Sahara once to the werewolves. I won’t lose my mate this time because of your love for one.”

As my gaze bled amber rays, my vision turned golden as rage sank its talons into me. “The ingredients,” I growled, my voice garbled by primal fury.

Rick cocked his head. “What?”

I snapped my teeth at him. “The ingredients, you sick fuck! Tell me the ingredients you used to open the Fae realm?”

Rick just stared at me, slack-jawed. Then realization dawned in his eyes. A spark of fear flitted across his gaze, then disappeared. He kept silent, jaw clenched.

I bared a smile that was all fangs. “You fear the Dark Fae Lord,” I growled. “I can smell it on you.” I lowered at the waist, till I was eye level with him. “But in a moment, you’ll learn to fear memore.”

Rick hissed in defiance. A scream punched from his lungs as my claws sank into his thigh. Blood splattered, pelting my face. I didn’t give a shit.

Rick wheezed, but remained silent. I gave a coy smirk, then twisted my hand, claws slicing through tendon and bone. Rick howled in agony, his head thrown back, veins distended along his neck. He’d threatened Sasha. Had put her life in danger. I imagined the vibrant brown of her eyes going dull as they ripped the life out of her. Rick would yield. I punched out my arm, my claws digging into his scalp. He cried out, thrashing in his chair, seeking to evade me. But there would be nowhere to go, no denying what I’d do next.

I raked my claws down his head, the fringes of his scalp lifting into ribbons. A pool of blood ran down his face, dropping into his eyes.

“Okay, Okay!” Rick yowled. “Gather some snakeskin, mandrake root, myrrh, burdock root, nightshade, and fae or witch blood.” He wiped at his eyes and trembled beneath my dark glare. “Crush them into fine pieces and pour them on the ground. That will open a portal into the Fae Realm.”

I bared my fangs.

“Please,” Rick begged. “I’m not lying. I swear.”

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