brother’s wounded heart.
His eyes narrowed to slits. She was a witch. She’d tempted and beguiled his brother to distraction, and now she was doing her damnedest to do the same to him. He opened his mouth to tell her to return to his room but when Falon grabbed a beer and twisted the top off, Lucien’s vigilant gaze raked her from the top of her dark head to her face, then down the long graceful column of her neck. She stood straight and proud, her tits sitting up firm and high. The pebbled pink tips strained toward him. She put her lips to the bottle and tipped her head back and drank. In silent awe, every man in the room stood rooted to the floor and beheld the spectacular sight. His hot gaze swept the long length of her. Yeah, she was worthy of any alpha. Of a king. And she was his. In body only, but that was enough—for now.
“Fuck me,” Sledge whispered, taking a step toward Falon.
Lucien flung his fist backward into the biker’s chest, the force sending him crashing to the floor. His patience gone, Lucien grabbed Falon by the arms, her beer flying out of her hand as he flung her over his shoulder and stormed upstairs to his room. Angrily he tossed her onto the bed. She popped up snarling, tossing her wild mane over her shoulders ready to fight.
“Do not ever interfere in my business,” he commanded.
Falon threw her head back and laughed. Then narrowed her eyes at him and demanded, “Am I not your chosen one? As such, I demand to stand beside my almighty alpha.” She bowed to him as if he were King Shit. “By rights, I am entitled to not only interfere in pack business but to be a part of the process.”
Lucien refused to answer her. As his chosen one, she was entitled to everything he had. And by agreeing to the council’s terms, she was in every way his chosen one. But that was not what spurned his anger. Her wanton behavior in front of the biker disrespected not only his pack but Lucien personally. “I warned you what would happen if you tempted another man!” Lucien knew how ridiculous he sounded, but jealousy gnawed viciously at him.
Falon slid from the bed and sauntered toward him. “Did the big bad wolf get burned by his own huffing and puffing?” She traced a fingertip along the width of his chest and up and over his shoulder. As she rounded behind him, she traced her fingertip along the rigid line of his shoulders. “Perhaps you should rescind your spiteful orders.” She rose up on her toes and whispered against his ear. “Be careful what you ask for, Lucien, you might get it.” She strode past him into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
He stood for long, furious minutes fighting down the violent reaction she evoked from him. Never had a female infuriated him the way this one did. Never had he wanted to bend one to his will as he did this one. Never had he wanted to sink to his knees and beg a female to let him in as he did this one.
And never had he lost control and composure with one as he did Falon.
Be careful what you wish for, indeed. She would be the death of him!
In slow, measured steps, Lucien returned to the common room. Sledge had not moved from where he hit the floor. Lucien waved him away. “Go. We have no business.”
“Will you meet with Corbet?” the biker asked, slowly standing up.
“No.”
“Not even hear him out?”
Lucien growled. Humans were the most insipid beings on earth. “Leave here!”
When the heavy metal doors closed soundly behind the Viper leader and his ragtag men, Lucien looked at the haggard faces of his pack. There were less than seventy of them now. Each and every one deserved more than what they had endured these last sixteen years.
“Our time is at hand, Mondragon. I have marked my mate. Soon she will return the mark and then—” Emotion filled Lucien’s chest. “Then there will be such a rise of the Lycan nation, no man, Slayer, or beast will deny our right to live freely and without persecution!”
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His eyes narrowed to slits. She was a witch. She’d tempted and beguiled his brother to distraction, and now she was doing her damnedest to do the same to him. He opened his mouth to tell her to return to his room but when Falon grabbed a beer and twisted the top off, Lucien’s vigilant gaze raked her from the top of her dark head to her face, then down the long graceful column of her neck. She stood straight and proud, her tits sitting up firm and high. The pebbled pink tips strained toward him. She put her lips to the bottle and tipped her head back and drank. In silent awe, every man in the room stood rooted to the floor and beheld the spectacular sight. His hot gaze swept the long length of her. Yeah, she was worthy of any alpha. Of a king. And she was his. In body only, but that was enough—for now.
“Fuck me,” Sledge whispered, taking a step toward Falon.
Lucien flung his fist backward into the biker’s chest, the force sending him crashing to the floor. His patience gone, Lucien grabbed Falon by the arms, her beer flying out of her hand as he flung her over his shoulder and stormed upstairs to his room. Angrily he tossed her onto the bed. She popped up snarling, tossing her wild mane over her shoulders ready to fight.
“Do not ever interfere in my business,” he commanded.
Falon threw her head back and laughed. Then narrowed her eyes at him and demanded, “Am I not your chosen one? As such, I demand to stand beside my almighty alpha.” She bowed to him as if he were King Shit. “By rights, I am entitled to not only interfere in pack business but to be a part of the process.”
Lucien refused to answer her. As his chosen one, she was entitled to everything he had. And by agreeing to the council’s terms, she was in every way his chosen one. But that was not what spurned his anger. Her wanton behavior in front of the biker disrespected not only his pack but Lucien personally. “I warned you what would happen if you tempted another man!” Lucien knew how ridiculous he sounded, but jealousy gnawed viciously at him.
Falon slid from the bed and sauntered toward him. “Did the big bad wolf get burned by his own huffing and puffing?” She traced a fingertip along the width of his chest and up and over his shoulder. As she rounded behind him, she traced her fingertip along the rigid line of his shoulders. “Perhaps you should rescind your spiteful orders.” She rose up on her toes and whispered against his ear. “Be careful what you ask for, Lucien, you might get it.” She strode past him into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
He stood for long, furious minutes fighting down the violent reaction she evoked from him. Never had a female infuriated him the way this one did. Never had he wanted to bend one to his will as he did this one. Never had he wanted to sink to his knees and beg a female to let him in as he did this one.
And never had he lost control and composure with one as he did Falon.
Be careful what you wish for, indeed. She would be the death of him!
In slow, measured steps, Lucien returned to the common room. Sledge had not moved from where he hit the floor. Lucien waved him away. “Go. We have no business.”
“Will you meet with Corbet?” the biker asked, slowly standing up.
“No.”
“Not even hear him out?”
Lucien growled. Humans were the most insipid beings on earth. “Leave here!”
When the heavy metal doors closed soundly behind the Viper leader and his ragtag men, Lucien looked at the haggard faces of his pack. There were less than seventy of them now. Each and every one deserved more than what they had endured these last sixteen years.
“Our time is at hand, Mondragon. I have marked my mate. Soon she will return the mark and then—” Emotion filled Lucien’s chest. “Then there will be such a rise of the Lycan nation, no man, Slayer, or beast will deny our right to live freely and without persecution!”
Three
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