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I’m pretty sure he wants me dead. Well, living isn’t all that
From the way Alpha’s glaring at me, I’m pretty sure he wants me
great right now.
The Lycan King looks at
But my panicked brate again. “Answer the question, human.”
ca quite recall what it was. Averting my gaze from his intense gray
eyes, my eyes dart around the room, flinching away from Alpha’s glower.
Instead, I look at the Lycans sitting at the table. One of them has fiery red hair and freckles all over his cheeks, and he leans his elbows on the table, smiling faintly when our eyes meet. Out of everyone waiting for me to speak, he’s the only one ho seems remotely approachable.
It gives me a tiny boost of courage, enough to take a deep breath and remember the question posed to me. “My biological parents were killed six years ago. Alpha…” My words falter as gray
eyes flash, and an instinctive part of my brain insists he does like me using my adoptive
father’s title, even if it doesn’t make much sense. What else are you supposed to call your pack alpha? “Um, Alpha Keller came three days later, saying he was a family friend, and adopted me as his daughter. I’ve lived as his daughter for six years.”
Alpha slams his fist on the table again. “Lying cunt!”
The explosive sound has me jumping back a step, and I focus on the Lycan King and his strange tattoos. It’s easier than looking at his eyes, stormy yet cold. His winter storm temperament is easier to weather than Alpha’s fury, though.
“Go on,” the royal in front of me says, his Adam’s apple moving as he talks. One of his tattoos stretches and moves lazily along, as if it’s noticed me watching. Impossible, of course, but at least it gives my brain something to latch onto that isn’t… terrifying.
Then again, the man’s my kidnapper. He could be the worse option.
“For six years, I was known as the alpha’s adopted human daughter-”
A sigh. “You already said this.”
“Um.” Licking my dry lips, I dare to glance up.
The Lycan King seems to have lost interest in my words, glancing instead to the red–haired Lycan at the table. But this is my chance to set the record straight, and I need to take it. “In that time, I developed a friendship with someone in the pack, and it turned into a relationship. I suppose it could be considered inappropriate, as I am only human. But that isn’t why I ran, sir.” Wait, how do you address wolf royalty? “Uh, Your Majesty.”
Soft snickers ripple through the crowd behind me; I must have chosen wrong. My cheeks burn, but the sound dies instantly as the Lycan King’s hand rises, quelling the laughter.
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“Um.” Another lick of my dry lips; my mouth is parched, my throat sore now from talking without a drop of water. “I was drugged, I think, and thrown into the forest during the Mate Hunt. I don’t remember how I got there, and woke up alone.”
Wood splinters. The table cracks in two as Alpha’s fist connects with its surface. Chunks of polished oak scatter across the marble floor. “Enough with your lies!”
A roar rips through the room, making my bones vibrate. “Sit, Brax!” The Lycan King’s voice drops to a deadly whisper. “Or I’ll take this as a challenge to my authority.”
Alpha’s chest heaves. Veins pop on his neck as he glares at the king. One heartbeat. Two. Three. But he submits, shoulders slumping as he drops back into his chair.
The red–haired Lycan’s lips twitch. He kicks the table away and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms as he watches, like it’s dinner theater.
“Continue your damn story.” The king’s words crack like a whip, this time at me.
“I” My throat closes up. “I found out that my mother was once Alpha’s mate.” Whispers. A lot of whispers, and gasps too; I guess not everyone knew. “He thought I was his daughter, but I’m not. Just human. When I didn’t shift, he-” My voice cracks, despite trying to keep it steady. “He, um, threw me out and sent me to work at the omega lodge.”
A peek at the Lycan King’s face tells me nothing. Does he believe me, or not?
The words are sour and stuffy in my mouth, hard to push out, but somehow I manage to admit,
“I left because there’s no place for me here anymore. The pack sees me as less than nothing, so I ran. I want to go back to live as a human, with humans.”
My eyes burn, but I refuse to cry, blinking as fast as I can to keep them at bay.
“A strange story,” the Lycan King says. There’s absolutely nothing in his voice to tell me if he believes my words.
“A false story,” Alpha says, but I don’t look at him. I can’t. His gaze is burning into the side of face, but I refuse to acknowledge it.
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“Who is it?” the Lycan King asks, and I blink, my eyes rising to meet his again. There’s a muscle twitching in his cheek, his eyes narrowed and dark.
Going through my own words in my head, I can’t figure out what’s unclear. “Excuse me?”
His hand snaps out, fingers locking around my throat, and my heart slams against my ribs. Not again. The room spins. Why is it always the throat? Is strangulation something that speaks to their more primal side?
Stupid question when I’m about to die, but…
“Please.” The word comes out as a wheeze, though I can still breathe. “Everything I said is true.”
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“Who. Is. It?” Each word drops like ice, his fingers tightening with each syllable.
My hands fly to his wrist, but I might as well try to bend steel. The tattoos on his arm writhe and twist, serpentine patterns that make my vision blur. A whimper escapes my lips, and I suck down air.
Easily.
Very easily.
In fact, he’s not strangling me at all, though his fingers might leave marks on the sides of my neck.
My heart rate slows a smidgen. “Your Majesty, I swear I’m—”
“The relationship.” His breath fans across my face; it smells like peppermint. “Who is it?”
Oh. My mouth goes even drier–not that I thought it was possible.
“Answer me.” The king’s voice drops lower
a growl that vibrates through his fingers and into my bones. The pressure increases, but only at the tips of his fingers. My lungs are still free to fill themselves with oxygen.
“Xander,” I whisper. “Alexander Sterling.” Pointing in his direction, I can see in my peripheral vision Nora is still beside him, but the details are unclear. My field of view is dominated by the Lycan King’s face.
I wonder how Xander looks. Apologetic? Or is he going to deny it all? Will he spew lies like Alpha, or admit what I say is true? Probably the former.
A snarl rips through the room. The king’s eyes flash, his pupils expanding until there’s nothing left but darkness rimmed in quicksilver.
Quickly, I add, “But it’s over now. He–um, he found his mate at the Hunt.”
Something flickers across the king’s face. His fingers twitch against my throat, and for a heartbeat, I think he might snap my neck right here. But then he releases me, leaving me to stumble back, chest heaving with each gulping breath.
I could breathe, but it was still hard through the panic.
“Come forward,” the king commands, turning to Xander. “Let me see who dares touch what’s mine.”
My stomach drops.
Wait. What?
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