Once Upon A Wolf: A Dark Academy Reverse Harem Bully Romance (Everafter Academy Book 1)

by Scarlett Snow

  I open my mouth to ask which enemy, but it vanishes into a puff of smoke. The wolves howl again and Broin tells me, —They’re converging in one spot. There will be too many of them for you to fight at once.—

  —Then join me.—

  —Still too many.—

  —I only hear seven of them. We can take seven together.—

  He sounds exasperated. —Don’t assume that all of the wolves are howling. There are more in the forest than you’re hearing.—

  —How many more?—

  —At least two whole packs are hunting.— Through our link, I can feel him landing on a branch. He sighs. —Too dangerous, Little Red.—

  I’m annoyed by this missed opportunity but Broin is right. I can’t avenge my family if I get myself killed. That would also send me to Lucifer’s clutches early and I don’t want that.

  Fuck!

  I stop and look around, getting my bearings. A flash of white catches my eye and I see Jasper in the bushes, hopping toward me. His eyes are glowing brighter than normal and I see a pale halo of blue around him. Did he follow me? Did Alice send him? Is she the enemy the imp told me about?

  I watch the rabbit come closer. Of course Alice isn’t the enemy. She’s my friend. But Underland is a strange place and they say that betrayal is the name of the game there…

  I push those unkind thoughts out of my mind as Jasper hops up to stand at my feet. Alice’s breathy little voice speaks. “I found you!”

  “Looks like,” I whisper.

  “You have to come back,” she tells me. “It’s dangerous. It’s the full moon, and the wolves are out.”

  “I know, but… I have to be out here.”

  “Why?” she asks, perplexed and concerned. “Does this have to do with your family?”

  How does she know about my family?

  A wolf howl sounds close by, so close that I actually duck in surprise. Alice gasps and then Jasper disappears. I assume her Sending has been recalled back to Everafter where it belongs.

  I’ll find out later. I have something else to deal with first.

  A twig snaps; I hold perfectly still, crouching amid the bushes. An incautious wolf steps into view, sniffing. Its long teeth are white and glistening in the moonlight, but its blue eyes are dull. I have never seen a wolf with blue eyes.

  —Hang tight, Little Red. Don’t move.—

  The wolf looks around, but somehow it doesn’t look at me. It’s got its head turned away from me and it’s completely vulnerable. It doesn’t know I’m here. I slowly rise from my crouch, my dagger in my hand.

  I am a witch.

  I am here to hunt wolves.

  This wolf’s luck just ran out.

  I launch myself at the wolf, landing on its back. It yelps in surprise and then it screams in pain as I bury my dagger in its neck. I push the blade through and rip and then there’s nothing but blood coursing out of its slit throat. The wolf thrashes once, trying to dislodge me and then it drops to the ground.

  In death, it transforms back into his human self. He’s a middle-aged male, with a nasty set of burn scars on his face. I wonder how he got them, but I’ll never know.

  —Red!—

  —I’m fine.—

  —Wait for me.—

  The body at my feet is nude and in life he would have been uninspiring. The only thing of any interest at all is a tattoo on the back of his left shoulder blade. It’s the royal seal of Queen Gothel.

  Draoich’s queen.

  My queen.

  I can hear more wolves in the vicinity. I had better get away from this bloody mess quickly. The only problem is that at this point, there are more wolves coming closer and I have nowhere to go but up. I clean my dagger and put it back in its sheath, then I climb up into the welcoming arms of a shadow oak.

  Broin swoops in and lands on the branch beside me. I point at the tattoo on the corpse below, raising an eyebrow. He shakes his head.

  —Could mean anything.—

  The other wolves burst into the clearing and as soon as they see their fallen comrade, they begin to growl. They sniff the ground around them furiously and I know that it’s just a matter of time before they realize where I’ve gone. Broin watches them closely, his tension amplifying mine.

  This is trouble.

  There are three wolves here. One of them is clearly the leader and he whines at the dead body. I guess he just lost someone he cared about. Sucks to be you, fuckhead.

  Now they’ll know what it feels like to have your loved ones slain for no reason.

  They shift into their human forms. The leader is standing with his back to me so I can’t see his face. He speaks softly to the others and they gather up their fallen friend. One of them is wearing an amulet around his neck, the kind that magic users pack with spells and sell to the mundane. He activates the spell and he, one of his buddies, and the corpse all translocate. The leader sighs and shifts back into wolf form. I try to get a better look at him, but it’s too dark up in the tree.

  The wolves in the forest howl and he howls back. He scratches at the dirt, tossing leaves and grass over the bloodstain my kill left behind. I want to jump on him and kill him, too, but Broin is giving me a pointed look.

  —Enough adventures for tonight,— he says.

  —You’re getting in my way,— I snap. —Stop trying to protect me.—

  —Never.—

  The wolf trots out of the clearing toward the howling and I lose my chance to add another ornamental stitch to my cloak, like notches in a scoreboard. At least I get to put one on from tonight.

  We wait until the sound of the wolf vanishes completely. Broin, whose hearing as a crow is more sensitive than even my augmented senses, listens closely. Finally, he nods.

  —Let’s go.—

  He drops down to the ground and resumes his man shape. I jump down too and he catches me in his strong arms before my boots can hit the ground. Our eyes meet and he puts me gently on my feet.

  “Well done, Little Red,” he whispers. “You’ve earned a reward.”

  I grin. Too bad there are too many wolves around right now for me to collect the reward. I grab his hand and we head back toward Everafter.

  It’s my duty as headmaster to secure Everafter when the moon is full. I’ve been informed by the staff that all of the students are accounted for and it’s safe to close the gates and set the locks. The locks are accessed from the inside of most of the gates, but the main one requires a key to lock it from the outside. That leaves me outside the gates as the moon rises higher in the sky.

  How convenient.

  I’m the Alpha of my pack, which pleases neither me nor the wolves I command. I’ve left my younger brother in charge of things while I’m here at Everafter and so far, this arrangement has suited me.

  No longer.

  Ravyn has re-awakened something rooted deep within me, a darkness that I’ve tried to expunge. She is reminding me of the pleasures of control, of domination, of having someone completely at my mercy. She’s changed me and it remains to be seen whether that change is for good or for ill.

  The pack will learn what it means to be controlled and they will learn to toe the line I draw for them. For too long they’ve been unruly and lawless, following only their own desires and sporadic whims. Their king, my brother, has allowed it and they’ve gained the worst reputation of all of the packs in Draoich. No—they’ve more than gained it. They’ve earned it. Their brutality, something I once revelled in as well, is becoming infamous. Even packs far from Grimm City have heard of us and when we enter their lands, they’re rightfully afraid.

  We hunt relentlessly.

  We kill without conscience.

  We are Witch Hunters.

  The moonlight caresses me and I feel my blood rising to answer it. I hear my pack howling to me and it’s time to remind them who their alpha really is. I shift into my wolf form and howl back. My voice is loud and they respond immediately, calling me to join them.

  I’m a new wolf and
they will learn to obey me.

  Or else.

  To Be Continued…

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  My first full moon as a student at Everafter Academy is ending.

  It’s been eventful, to say the least.

  I even managed to kill one of the werewolves who prowl the Great Forest, the same ones who hunt witches like me. I wanted to go after more but Broin, my best friend and Daddy, said not to since there were too many and it was just the two of us. He does his best to keep me safe, even when he’s cursed to be a raven until sunset.

  Now, after hunting the hunters, we’re headed back to school. I need to sneak back in before curfew and he needs to pretend he’s my familiar for another day.

  Wolves howl in the distance as we tread through the forest. Once Broin is certain we’ve reached a safe distance from the clearing, he lets go of my hand and turns to me. His face is shuttered in complete darkness. It’s only when he steps into the moonlight slicing through the leaves do I see him, and my breath hitches.

  The look in his eyes is dark and sinister.

  A delightful chill creeps down my spine. I know exactly what he’s feeling right now through our unique bond. He’s seconds away from tearing my clothes off with his bare hands.

  The corner of his mouth curls upward. “I do believe you earned a reward tonight,” he says softly. “You fought well. You eliminated an enemy, and you didn’t get hurt, yourself. Not a bad performance, all in all.”

  He rarely gives praise. I smile and preen for him. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  Broin reaches out and holds my face in his big hand. His long fingers are in my hair, and he gives the black locks a tug, pulling me closer to him. I go to him willingly as my pulse starts to race.

  He’s still gripping my hair in his right hand, and his left reaches out to cup my breast, giving the soft mound a squeeze. He rubs his palm over my nipple and it springs to life, electrified by his touch. His eyes are locked on mine, and the intensity of that look shoots all the way through me to the wetness between my thighs.

  My Daddy smiles. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Daddy… sometimes.”

  He chuckles. “Well, you’re honest.”

  Broin pulls me into his arms, crushing me against his chest and kissing me as though his life depends on it. He’s so strong, and he knows me so well. The way his lips are crushing mine and his tongue is dancing with my own makes me dizzy. I put my arms around him and he picks me up with his hands under my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist. He chuckles without breaking the kiss, walking with me until my back presses into a tree.

  Holding me with just one hand, he frees the other to roam over my breasts. The thumb of the hand that’s holding me up brushes against my lower lips, and I groan into his mouth. Two can play this game. I keep one arm around his neck, but I run my right hand down the hard muscles of his chest until I find his belt buckle. I’ve done this a hundred times before, so it’s easy to pull the leather out of the buckle and open his belt completely. He strokes me with his thumb again, and I pull back from the kiss.

  “Is this my reward, Daddy?” I open his trousers and slip a hand inside. He’s hard already. I grab the hot flesh and give it a languid stroke, then I pull his heavy cock and balls out. “Or is this my reward?”

  “Greedy,” he says, his eyes sparkling.

  He tosses his head, and his long black curls fall back over my hand where it’s lying against the back of his neck. He’s so fucking sexy.

  “I am greedy,” I admit. “So give me what I want.”

  He grabs my face in his hand, squeezing. “You don’t give the orders here, little girl. Don’t make me remind you of your manners.”

  I just stare into his black eyes, and I can feel him through our bond. He’s in my mind, in my soul, and damn it, I wish he was in my body. Come on already!

  He chuckles. —So impatient.—

  My answer is to stroke him again, and when my fingertips brush against the sensitive skin of his balls, he groans. Broin presses me against the bole of the tree, letting the wood bear the majority of my weight. He grabs my skirt and hauls it up my legs, revealing the black thong I’m wearing beneath it. His fingers grip the delicate fabric and pull it aside, and then he’s plunging into me.

  I tingle from head to toe as he starts to thrust, his thick heat pistoning in and out of my welcoming pussy. I’m dripping wet for him, and he loves it. I know he does. I grip his broad shoulders, and he drops his hands to my ass, holding me steady. Our eye contact never breaks.

  He’s fucking me hard and it’s just like it used to be in the woods outside his cabin. It’s like my home is still a real thing, a real place again, not just a memory and a pile of burned wood. It’s Broin and it’s me, and it’s us together, fucking and loving and being part of each other, body, mind and spirit.

  —You belong with me, Ravyn.—

  The possessive edge in his voice lets me know exactly what he’s trying to do. He’s fucking me senseless, yes, but he’s also trying to reclaim me for himself. He tried to erase Satan by recarving the symbol on my back—a symbol that is rough and raw and being gouged by the tree bark, adding the necessary pain to my pleasure. Now he’s trying to erase Lockwood by reminding me of our history together, by taking me the way he’s taken me a hundred times before.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I gasp breathlessly. “I do.”

  He shoves his cock into me as far as it will go, and I can feel it throbbing inside me. He stops thrusting and just holds me there, impaled on his length, as close to him as I could ever be. He kisses me deeply and I squeeze my inner muscles around him. He shivers.

  —Do you like that, Daddy?—

  —You know I do.—He pulls out halfway, then slams into me again. I shudder. —And you fucking love this.—

  I close my eyes and cling to him as he snaps his hips, embedding himself in my cunt over and over. I’m making little mewling sounds in the back of my throat, and my climax is just a heartbeat away.

  “Tell me who you love, Ravyn,” he commands, his voice gruff.

  He’s still driving into me, fast and hard, and I’m nearly losing my mind. I tell him what he wants to hear, and it’s delicious because it’s true.

  “I love you, Daddy.”

  Broin smiles and increases his speed. I can hear how close he is from the way he’s groaning. “You can cum, babygirl…”

  Those words are what I needed to get me there. I tip my head back and scream my pleasure to the dark night sky, and he plunges into me one last time before his orgasm overtakes him. He empties into me, and my legs quiver and spasm as my own climax wracks my body.

  It takes a while to come down, but when I do, he puts me gently on my feet and we both lean against the tree. I run my hands through his hair and look up into his beautiful face.

  “You keep worrying that you’re going to lose me, but you’re not,” I whisper to him. He searches my face intensely, and I add, “No matter who else I might have, I will always be with you.”

  He kisses me again, but this time it’s tender.

  —Thank you. That’s what I needed to hear.—

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