You Wouldn't Dare (Khaos Trilogy Book 1), стр. 22

and instead focusing back on Khaos.

“Now come on, sugar. That’s not very friendly. I’m only trying to be polite.”

“Then be polite and do as I ask.”

“You’d think the future Luna,” he spat the word with disgust, “would be interested in getting to know her pack mates. I’d be thrilled to show you a thing or two...” his voice trailed off huskily as he moved closer to me, his breath hot on my neck. For the first time, I looked at his face, connecting with his eyes as I gave him a fake, megawatt smile that would have done my mother proud.

“I would love that. I may have a lesson or two of my own to show off as well. May I go first?” I leant into him, running my finger down his chest as I spoke. His breath quickened, and he offered me what I can only assume he thought was a sexy wink.

“Be my guest, Luna.” I continued to run my finger down his stomach, fiddling with the waistband of his jeans. I raised my face to his, as though expecting his kiss, and the minute he bent down to seal the connection with our mouths I lowered my hand, extended my claws from my fingers, and grabbed him between the legs.

“I’ll only say this once so learn it quick,” I muttered as he gasped for breath and small beads of perspiration sprouted on his forehead, “I will not be disrespected by you, by Khaos, or anyone else in this pack. The Moon Goddess picked me to become your Luna and you will recognise and respect that.” He squirmed and so I tightened my grip, feeling his flaccid dick jerk in my palm as I sliced into the sensitive skin around his balls. “Do I make myself clear?” I released him and watched as he stumbled away from me.

I turned away once more, looking for Khaos, who was no longer speaking to the large stranger. From the corner of my eye, I saw the warrior quickly recover from my minor attack and pull himself up to his full height. His snout extended as he partially shifted in rage, shooting forward in a flash, his arm extended into claws aiming directly at my face.

I winced, shrinking back away from him, and threw my hands up protectively. Just as he would have made contact, someone grabbed his arm, stopping him with ease.

Khaos stood unmoving, shielding my body with his, keeping the warrior from completing his hit. The warrior strained against him; his eyes still trained on my face. Khaos gave him a small shove, discreetly pulling me behind him, keeping his hand wrapped around the warrior’s wrist, holding him in place.

“You do not touch her. Not now, not ever,” he ordered, venom dripping from every cold, menacing word he spoke. “She is off-limits to everyone in this pack. Understood Beta?”

Beta?! This disgusting, foul creature was his Beta?! Wow. Off to a fantastic start here, Violet. The Beta snatched his wrist from Khaos’ grip and glared at me over his shoulder.

“Run it off, Morgan. That’s an order.” Morgan growled one last time in my direction before he spun around on the balls of his feet and ran in the forest's direction.

Khaos turned my way, and I shrank back, expecting him to blow up, to accuse me of antagonising the situation and disrespecting his Beta.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered so quietly I wasn’t sure I heard him correctly, “the wolves here... They’re... well, let’s just say they don’t have the greatest attitude. There’s a reason there are few females around this area. Those that are here are women of a very particular nature, and do not belong to one particular wolf. Do you understand what I’m saying? You would do well to stay away from the warriors’ grounds - you’ll find plenty of friends in the village.”

I was so astounded I could do nothing but nod, making a mental note to never, ever return here without Khaos.

The shock of what happened finally kicked in, and I hugged my arms around my chest as I shivered. Khaos raised his arm as though he would put it around me, and my heart skipped a beat.

He dropped his arm to his side, tightened his lips and walked away.

I should have known better.

He noticed my discomfort but still couldn’t find it in him to comfort me. I knew it was his own issues, but I couldn’t help but wonder what’s wrong with me? Was I the only wolf in the world whose mate could not stand to touch them outside the bedroom?

Just when I thought he would leave me to find my own way back, he marched back to me and held out his hand, “coming?” I didn’t hesitate. I grasped his hand in mine and let him lead the way.

“Why have you brought me here?” I demanded. After a two-hour drive of pretty much silence, Khaos had brought me to the Olympus pack. They were one of the closest allies of my mother’s pack, often extending their hospitality to our wolves, hoping they would find mates amongst each other. I had taken many trips here with my mother, who had been treated as though she was royalty whenever she visited, often whisked away for high tea with delicate snacks and treats. It had all been a ploy, of course. Their Alpha had ensured that whilst they distracted her, I got to train. It was light training, the kind that would leave no marks or bruising, but it was enough to stop me growing lazy and predictable should I ever find myself in danger.

“They have some information for me, little one. You need not know anything else.”

“I think I do. I have a lot of friends here, Khaos. The Olympus pack has always treated me with respect and dignity, and I won’t see them harmed.