You Wouldn't Dare (Khaos Trilogy Book 1), стр. 6
The wolf looked around frantically, seeking somewhere to hide but finding nowhere quick enough. Before he could decide which direction to take next, he was pounced on by the biggest wolf I had ever seen in my life.
I was an Alpha; I was used to seeing some of the largest warriors the world had to offer, but this wolf was something else.
He was well over double the size of mine, with jet black fur and claws like talons. I shivered, goosebumps running down my arms. Whether this was from fear or something else, I couldn’t say.
The smaller wolf submitted, visibly shaking, as he offered his neck to his attacker. The larger wolf just growled, his eyes growing dark with anger. He shook his head softly before he clamped down on the exposed throat.
It was ripped out without a moment’s hesitation.
A merciful end to what had been a bloody battle.
Who was this wolf? And why did he appeal to me so much?
I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he chewed through his victim’s neck, severing the head completely. Instead of being scared, I was intrigued, my wolf bright and alert. She whined softly, begging me to go closer.
The thought of my wolf calling out to him had me panicking more than the sight in front of me.
Why was he attacking a rogue? I knew from their scents only the dead wolf didn’t belong to a pack. Rogues had a very distinct, almost sour smell, that acted as a warning for any pack nearby. Usually, the rogues were killed if they treaded on pack property; it was strange to see one killed out in the open like this - unless they had staged an attack and then ran. But we were miles away from the nearest pack, not including my own, and there had definitely not been an attack there.
So what had this particular rogue done to piss off such a beast, to be followed all this way? Was he a member of this wolf’s pack at one point? Goddess have mercy on his soul if he had betrayed his pack. And Goddess have mercy on mine if his attacker was an Alpha.
Judging by his size and lethality, I didn’t doubt it. But for my sake, I had to hope he wasn’t.
I had no defence against an unknown Alpha.
The soft pads of paws had me focusing back on the scene in front of me, and once again I wondered what had happened to cause this murder.
Rogues were known for their relentless attacks, their wolves half-mad from lack of leadership - we needed to be around an Alpha to maintain sanity. Maybe the attacker was killing the rogue before he went feral? That seemed doubtful after the brief glimpse I had gotten. The wolf didn’t look as though he had an ounce of decency or compassion in him.
I looked once more at the gruesome sight in front of me. I should have been sickened by the savage attack, but something about this wolf had me mesmerised.
I raised my eyebrows as I saw him shift and straighten to his full height, his brow furrowed. Just merely looking at him sent my wolf crazy - she was bursting to go free, to lie on her back and offer herself up to him.
She always was a little hussy.
My wolf was very much living up to her nature - she wanted to find a mate, and she wanted pups; it was my human side constantly at war with this, craving nothing but our freedom.
I remained rooted to the spot, refusing to give in to my wolf. The chances of him being our mate were slim anyway.
Holy shit, he was gorgeous though; I had to agree with my wolf on that. Jet black hair, a hard, chiselled jaw, eyes so dark they appeared almost black. He made me weak at the knees.
My mouth watered at the sight of his bare muscled arms and my canines elongated in anticipation. My entire body called to him, begging for his touch.
Suddenly his head snapped in my direction, and he scented the air. I held my breath again as I tried to be as still as possible. An emotion I couldn’t quite decipher flared up in his eyes, his lips pulling back into a small smile.
“I know you’re hiding behind there, little one, don’t you want to come and play with your mate?”
“Mate? Mate!” my wolf yelled happily in my mind, my heart racing. We had no control over who we were destined to be mated to. Sure, we could take a chosen mate, but we would never feel as whole or as satisfied with our lot in life without the one who had been made especially for us.
Goddess, mother would kill me if she found out!
I felt sick as his scent floated across the distance to me, confirming what he said. My chest tightened as my wolf screamed her euphoria. There was no denying it, he was my mate.
Maybe I should have stopped to think a bit more, but at that moment in time, I didn’t care. Wolves could spend decades searching for their mates, yet here mine was, out of the blue. It was complete serendipity.
He’s here! I repeated to myself, my eyes closing for a split second as I allowed a brief moment of ecstasy to sweep over me before I squashed it entirely.
I couldn’t let this happen.
Plans were already in motion, a huge ball already planned. Alphas across Europe were expecting me to be there in a matter of days, their sons planning the best way to score my affection and win my heart. I