Dual’s face scrunched up and he shook as he fought the compulsion.
Then he admitted, whilst his fists clenched, “A wolf prince on my lap because I’m his Daddy Dom with the whole court watching as my audience. Then I’d strip him and…
I coughed. “Yeah, point proved, that’s enough.”
Dual slipped one hand around Moon’s throat and the other into his curls, yanking him closer. “I’d choose the Prince of the Wilds because that’s where the most savage wolves are who surrendered last to the witches. I admire their fierceness but I’d still tame him as my brat.” Dual was panting, humping his leg in his tight trousers on Moon’s thigh. The dark leather against Moon’s long pale leg made me shiver; they were beautiful together. “Then I’d—”
“Stop telling us your fantasy,” Moon gasped.
Dual’s mouth shut with a snap.
“Oh, but why?” Mischief said, coolly. “It was just getting interesting.”
Moon shot him an aggrieved glance, before turning back to Dual whose hand was still wrapped in his hair.
Dual was quivering both with rage and distress. “As the bones fall, you had no right…”
“I’m sorry,” Moon said, “I didn’t realize.”
My red whipped out, coiling around Moon’s curls and ripping him out of Dual’s grasp with a yip. He had purpling fingerprints around his throat.
“Sorry?” I scoffed. “He chokes you, and you’re sorry? You could’ve told him to kill his own loser ass as a demonstration, but you didn’t. Why would you care?”
Moon ducked his head.
Dual glanced between us. “Didn’t you know? This my Sabrina firecracker, is the Prince of the Wilds,” Dual declared, before twirling around and prowling back into the shadows.
I gaped at Moon, but he wouldn’t meet my eye.
“Enemies. Slave. Tentacles,” Moon muttered. “What difference would it make if you knew that I was a prince?”
“A prince with secret magic.” Who I stuffed in a wardrobe… I held out my arms, and to my relief, Moon dived into the cuddle like he would’ve done before I’d discovered who he truly was. “But what’s wrong with the asshole Wilds? Were they seriously going to execute their own prince?”
Moon stiffened, and I stroked his shoulders, whilst he nuzzled into my neck. His soft hair smelled of my shampoo: Strawberries and cream. Why did that make me want to hurt every wolf in the Wilds who’d planned their own prince’s death?
“A prince can still be a rebel and a reject if he’s an Omega,” Moon said, quietly.
His arms tightened around my waist. The moon above us was slowly setting, as dawn was born.
In only a couple of hours, Moon and I would set out for the Wilds, so that I could establish myself as the new Wolf Charmer, as well as solve the murder.
Now I knew, however, that the werewolf living in my house who was also my first Charm was the Wilds’ prince. Yet he’d also been rejected by them. Would either of us be safe in such a dangerous kingdom of savages and outlaws?
CHAPTER NINE
The most horrifying nightmare of my childhood had been drowning, but my recurring one had featured being stranded in woods, whilst being circled by wolves.
Since my parents had been murdered by werewolves, go figure. But since I was also meant to be a badass dominator of wolves now, who whipped them into their place with my Crimson Tide, clearly the magical legacy had messed up somewhere. I wasn’t the Wolf Charmer that my parents would’ve hoped for, but then this gathering of wolves in the Wilds’ Wolf Kingdom wasn’t anything like the nightmares that had haunted my dreams for the last decade either.
I hadn’t imagined that I’d be sitting next to the ferocious Queen Alpha, Rhona, and her naked consort Omega, whilst their son — the prince — knelt at my feet. The prince wasn’t naked, despite his insistence before we’d entered the Wilds that it was tradition, because tradition could go to hell. His name was Moon, he was a rebel, and he loved Franz Ferdinand. He wasn’t just a naked Omega, whose dick could be paraded like a pretty trophy. Although, he’d been right: he was the only Omega whose dick wasn’t on display.
Every Omega was naked, as well as being covered in bite marks like they’d been savaged. I’d shrunk against Moon, gripping onto him in shock, when I’d first seen them.
Moon had only rolled his eyes. “It’s nothing but body paint. My ma is big on symbolism: Omegas as The Bitten.”
They’d also worn leather collars around their necks, but then so had every single other wolf, even the Alphas.
I stared around the night time glade, shifting on the log that dug into my ass. High above, a metal lattice spiderwebbed over the wood in a dome that both protected the Wilds and imprisoned it.
Earlier, Moon’s older sister, Princess Morag, had proudly taken me on a tour through the wooden houses that peeked between the trees in a town that gave off the feeling that it didn’t expect to be there long, whilst ropes slung homes higher up in the branches.
Why did it feel so abandoned, as if there were less wolves living here than there should have been?
Was something happening to them? Unless, you know, it’d already happened, and it was because of witches like me…?
I hadn’t known whether I should care about that, considering what wolves had taken from me and that I was here to catch a killer, but it had still churned my guts with guilt.
I’d expected Morag to cuddle Moon in greeting; it was almost impossible not to snuggle him — he gave off those vibes. Plus, he’d been handed over to their enemy and that must’ve been driving her crazy with worry. If it’d been one of my cousins chosen by the wolves, I’d have been freaking out. It was weird to see Moon’s family and for the first time, truly understand that his being Claimed by me had been a sacrifice by his people.
Instead, Morag had only assessed him, before glancing at me. “By his hide, has Om behaved?”
Moon’s jaw had clenched, but he’d only looked down.
I’d wound my hand firmly through Moon’s curls, pulling him to me and hugging him as I’d wished that she had. His skin had been smooth under my fingers, and I’d sighed against his warmth. Morag’s eyes had widened, as Moon had licked up my neck, before rubbing his cheek against mine.
I’d smiled. “Honestly, he’s perfect.”
Moon had bit back a laugh.
In the clearing, smoke from the large fire stung my eyes; I rubbed at them, as they watered. A deer slowly turned on a spit, wafting a rich meaty aroma, along with the wood smoke.
Bambi’s mom…? Nope, there was no way I was munching on her… Although, did a mom have antlers?
Queasily, I glanced down at Moon who looked angelic in his white trousers and shirt, until he smirked, licking his lips.
Wickedly sexy asshole.
Then the Queen coughed politely, and my gaze shot to hers. She was dressed in a layered leather dress like the other Alphas, which was frayed until it appeared like fur. A necklace of fangs hung around her neck, just as fangs were used like combs to pin back her midnight hair that fell down her back; they gleamed like her pale skin and built up to a sharp crown of teeth on the top of her head. Her daughter, who sprawled on the log next to her, wore her dark hair loose around her shoulders.
Princess Morag’s face was pointier and harder than her mom’s with green streaks more like war than body paint across her forehead. When she scrutinized me, it was like she was already planning battles.
Between them, knelt Moon’s dad: silent, naked, and as beautiful as Moon. Unlike him, he wore the smug expression of the consort who knows that he’s perfect and although he didn’t speak, he could carry on whole conversations with Moon through a raised eyebrow or a scrunching of his nose.
Right now, he wore a disapproving expression that made him look constipated. Moon instantly stilled, hanging his head.
Moon had said in the Training Center that he’d wished his parents were dead. I’d thought that made him a bad wolf. Maybe I was wrong not to see that it ma
de the king and queen bad parents…?
The thought made me straighten my shoulders. I wasn’t cowed by the power of their disapproval. In the midst of my own fear about coming into Wolf Kingdom, I hadn’t considered that Moon was braving his family for the first time since he’d been sent away to the Training Center.
How long had he been trapped there?
Yet Moon wasn’t returning in triumph to his home but on his knees as a witch’s Charm. How had I missed the tremor of his hands or the way that he tried to hide behind his curls?
My gaze hardened as it settled on his mom. “You know, I’m new to all this diplomacy, but now I’m the official Liaison, you’ll be answerable to me. On this visit, we have some serious business to discuss.”
I might’ve been wrong, but I think that Rhona just masked a laugh with a pretend cough.
“Aye, is that so, furless?” Rhona leaned forward. Her golden eyes gleamed in the dark. “You’re going to swagger into our woods and tell us…what now?”
Morag laughed, low and dark, whilst the king rubbed his head against Rhona’s knee with a whimper.
Moon tensed, peeking up at me like he wanted to say how dumb I was being but couldn’t because he was playing the role of tamed Omega like his dad. I missed the normal Moon who wouldn’t have cared about roles, whether being a prince or an Omega.
At a low moan from the side of the fire, I glanced up. Three alphas had a naked Omega pinned beneath them. They bit and sucked along his body, tracing the symbolic bites, until one Alpha finally lowered herself over his mouth, whilst another lowered herself onto his hard dick.
My eyes widened, as I suddenly realized that all around Omegas writhed underneath Alphas. The blond males were held down and screwed by the black-haired females. It was mesmerizing, hot, and disturbing as holy witching hell.
Hey, when had this party become an orgy? I was meant to be having war talks in the midst of a swinger’s party, freaking fabulous.
I stroked my fingers through the velvet of my cape to soothe myself. Zetta had danced it towards me, along with a red-and-black taffeta ball gown that I’d remembered my mom wearing one New Year’s Eve party, fluttering on wings like she fancied herself the fairy godmother.
Dizzy with excitement, Zetta had clasped her hands over her heart. “Why, Crimsonella, you shall go to the wolf ball and be with your Prince Omega.” Then in a stage whisper, she’d added, “But I can’t promise a happy ending.”
When I glanced up, I realized that the entire royal family had stilled into statues, staring with horror at my cape.
My mom’s cape.
Who knew that it had magical properties like how to terrorize a wolf with just your clothes? Well, if my words weren’t going to do more than make them chuckle, then maybe the power of my mom’s memory could at least keep them from ripping me apart, if not stop a war…
Hey, so tormenting wolves was fun.
I hugged the cape tighter around myself, and the queen flinched. I stroked down the cape’s velvet, and Morag’s breathing quickened. When I reached to tease at its edge, however, and the king whined, Moon bumped my knee with his elbow. I caught his eye, and he raised his eyebrow.
Yep, he was onto my little game.
I flushed like he’d caught me playing with myself, rather than his family.
I shrugged, clearing my throat. At least, they were softened up now. “A kid from a witch family was just killed in Oxford.”
Rhona shrugged, whilst she gazed out at the wolves who were wildly screwing with heated intensity. “I have no interest in the affairs of the single skins.”
If that was an act, it was good one.
I shrugged. “Honestly, I’m down with that view because you have your kingdom and we have…”
“Everything else?” Morag’s gaze was sharp enough to cut me.
“Pretty much. The point is, the guy looked like he’d been killed by wolves.”
Rhona’s eyes widened, before she drew herself up. Her gaze burned. “Aye, right. You don’t merely swagger in here, but you also accuse us of—”
“Nay, she didn’t say wolves did it, only looked like.” Moon raised his head. “I don’t think wolves murdered the boy at all.”
“Be silent, lest you be flayed!” Morag burst out, leaping off the log and snatching Moon by the collar of his shirt. Then she shook him, raising her hand to slap him.
My crimson shadows whipped out, knocking Morag backwards onto her ass. Moon scrambled closer to me. The clearing fell silent, since I’d killed the party mood. Even the couples screwing each other became still, clutching each other and panting.
Rhona waved her hand, encouraging everyone to continue, and slowly the Alphas started to suck and screw the Omegas again, or chat whilst they watched.
Shifters with gray hair that shimmered silver under the moonlight like Mischief’s but who looked no older than Moon, wearing nothing but leather trousers — Beta Apprentices, Moon had whispered — scurried around with drinks because no one must dehydrate at an orgy. The Betas carved the roasted venison onto platters and handed them around as well.
You need to take snack breaks between coming, it’s a rule.
I snorted, clenching my hands. I’d never seen Betas before, and they were just as pretty as Omegas, although in the Wilds they appeared to be treated as no more than servants.
Apprentices my witchy ass…
Rhona tugged her daughter back onto the log. “My son speaks out of turn, just as he always did. Perhaps, you’re too young to be a true Wolf Charmer…”
The look she cast me was fierce and calculating.
When Moon rubbed his cheek against my knee, I understood his apology because he’d just made me look weak in front of the Wilds. So instead, I’d better look strong.
I raised my eyebrow. “That’s weird because I could’ve sworn that it was me knocking your daughter’s Alpha ass on the floor just now. Didn’t you just see that? Crimson shadows, your daughter, her ass?”
Morag growled and surged towards me, but Rhona held her back with a golden nailed hand. “Peace. On fear of silver, would you attack one who has been sent here by the House of Seasons on official business? One we have yet to decide upon?”
I jolted. “Decide…? What does that…?”
Rhona clicked her finger against a fang in her hair as if in thought. “Are you worthy? Do we sacrifice our prince or…?”
Suddenly, a howl of rock music burst from the pocket of my ball gown.
For the first time since Moon and I had crossed back into his own kingdom, Moon grinned. “Okami has outdone his prankster self: “Werewolves of London” as a ringtone…? He’s upping his game.”
I grimaced as I caught sight of the prim king’s affronted pursed lips. Holy hell, how had Moon coped growing up under such a confusing mix of oppression and sensuality?
I didn’t dare glance at the queen, whilst I pulled out the phone and checked the text.
Time to show them u are the WCH & THEY are the savages… Use Omega *wink* :) Ste X
I rolled my eyes, before typing back:
How?
I cringed, as the ironic music burst out again, before reading Stella’s reply. At Moon’s tug on my dress, I lowered the phone to show him.
Dominate the Omega. Just call me Sexy Agony Aunt if u need any tips… :) Ste X
I pinked, whilst Moon’s hand crept up my leg. Maybe I shouldn’t have let him read that one?
Moon snatched the phone, typing the message so quickly that his fingers were a blur, before hitting SEND.
“Whoa,” I wrestled with him for the phone, whilst he smirked, “no messing with a lady’s phone.”
“I thought that you were stexting with your witch relatives about me.” He shrugged. “It’s only fair that I get in on the action.”
I shuddered. “Never call it that again.”
I blinked at the screen, scrolling to see what Moon had sent, then I snorted with laughter at the text.
Sexy Agony Aunt, how do I
dominate a wolf with a giant cock? At first, I thought it was his tail…
I raised my eyebrow. “Seriously?”
Moon shrugged. “A wolf’s got to be proud of what he’s born with.”
When the phone sang to itself about werewolves again, I hurriedly checked for Stella’s text, whilst Moon knelt up to see as well.
What on earth would Stella think about me now? Or would she simply start comparing the size of wolf dicks? I took a deep breath, before looking down at the screen.
Omega, hand the phone back to your Wolf Charmer or u won’t have a cock left to lie about :(
Moon paled, before falling back onto his ass.
I stuffed the phone into my pocket, as I ran my hand through his curls. “It’s almost like she knows us.”
“Yet on my fangs, I find that I don’t know either of you.” When Rhona stood up with a regal flutter of her fringed dress, I suddenly realized just how tall she was. “You’re a Wolf Charmer and yet you let an Omega act with such indiscretion. If he were still my son…” The furious look that she shot the king made him shrink back, curling his arms around himself as he whined. “…I’d have his hide.”
“Shame for you then that he’s mine now.” I curled my arm around Moon who was trembling even though he was trying to hide it. “Nobody touches him.”
I was in a wood, trapped under a dome, in the kingdom of the Wilds, the most savage of the wolves…and I was making demands…? The possessive shadows that wound out of me and around Moon, however, at the threat to him, strengthened me, until I at last felt it…the true power of the Wolf Charmer and the reason that these wolves had feared my mom.
And it frightened me.
Rhona smiled, and for the first time, she actually looked fully at her own son. Moon stared back at her like a drowning man with painful desperation, yet her words speared him with cruel precision, “Aye, you’re quite right. Only you should discipline Om. Ever since he was a cub, no one could get him to act like an Omega prince should. His dad tried his hardest, even warning him that if he didn’t change his rebellious ways, then a monster would come for him.” I hated the way that Moon quivered at each word, and wished that I could force her to take them back. Yet Rhona’s smile only widened, as she stroked the back of her hand down my cheek. “And now, look…the monster finally has.”
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