“What? Oh. What they say? Yes, they talk about how all the males are huge and dangerous. They torture and kill-“ and I couldn’t stop staring at the massive cock between his legs.
Again, tired I struggled to process what was happening to me. I wasn’t sure how to deal with any of it. I called to my wolf, and she tried to surface, but she was just as tired. Content though. The normal storm swirling inside me was calm.
“And what do you believe, little-wolf? Am I blood thirsty? Am I huge and dangerous?”
He closed the gap between the bed and himself and I let go of him.
“I. Huge. So huge.”
My face heated, and I tried to hide behind my hands. What was I saying? He grabbed my wrists though and pinned them on either side of my head.
My heart skipped at the chuckle that followed from those beautiful lips of his.
“Huge? Most of my pack is huge as you said. Assuming you are referring to our wolves?”
Fuck. My entire body heated and something new came alive through my body. I squeezed my legs tight.
Instead of hiding behind my hands, I closed my eyes like that would make him not so close. I peeked through my eyelashes.
“Uh. Yeah. Wolves. I. I’m sorry. No one has willingly talked to me before-“ I paused and watched him sniff the air and the growl that emitted from him had every part of me trying to wake up and answer his call. Even my wolf pushed a little harder against the haze.
“Sleep, little-wolf. Blood thirsty we might be. But we never harm the innocent. You are safe.”
His scent was stronger now and with every breath I took more need coursed through me.
“Kiara. My name.”
He smirked.
“I know. Now sleep.”
He walked around the bed, and my heart constricted. He grabbed the drapes of the window and plunged the room into darkness.
“Thank you,” I called after him.
He paused at the door and took another look at me.
“Don’t thank me, yet.”
Those words tried to douse the fantasy that my body apparently had. I didn’t want him to leave, but I didn’t want to be another slave. The strength inside me still couldn’t find its way back into this traitorous body and the idea of being someone’s captive? Their toy? My eyes burned as I whispered as he walked away.
“I don’t want to be someone's breeder.” I could barely hear my own words, but the way he stiffened? There was no chance he didn’t.
I didn’t know what to say or how to respond.
Regret hit me. I was safe so far, and I should have been thankful. I wasn’t really sure what his intentions were. He’d gotten angry at me by showing myself at the window. I’d been naked and drunk on his scent seconds ago and I doubt I would have fought him, but he didn’t even try. Maybe he wanted a maid or a cook. Why not? Big handsome males probably had enough other mating options.
But, perhaps being the breeder to something dangerous was far better than being a slave to a bunch of angry, resentful, fucktards.
I’d been lost in thought, but the slam told me he had left. Actually, it told me that what I’d said hadn’t made him happy. The ache in my chest confused me.
Rumors about them or not, this pack hadn’t thrown me into a dungeon like the Cripple Creek pack. I hated them and never wanted to think of them again. Even if this was the best things got, it was better than being sold. Fated mates were supposed to be sacred and sought after and they were fake.
“Moon goddess, is this my chance?” I said to nothing and no one.
The soft fabric under my fingers told me I was on clean sheets. I was weak and yet he hadn’t tried to rape me even if I was already naked.
I’d always thought the smaller packs still worked on archaic ideas and principles. They weren’t all poor, but they also didn’t have the resources of packs of the north and the western packs.