Page 7 of Cursed Wolf

Balling my fists, I hold back from shoving them into his face for talking to one of my men that way, but Stone can look after himself.

He licks his lips, eyes narrowing on Mihai, and through clenched teeth, hisses, “Only reason you continue breathing is you lost your daughter today.” Stone pivots on his heel and storms out of the hall, the door slamming shut behind him.

“Why you keep such an irreverent alpha in your pack is beyond me.”

My jaw tightens as I take a step forward. “You mentioned something about our terms of agreement changing?”

Would it be such a tragedy for this man to lose his life on the same day his daughter did? My fingers tremble with urgency to eliminate him, and my rustling wolf demands we finish Mihai. With it comes the reminder that he’s opening doors for me to more packs to join our fight and also ensure the ones who’ve agreed continue to do so.

“Yes.” He lifts his head, and coldness slides behind his gaze. “I don’t enjoy having things taken from me. We both know how much your success in claiming this sector depends on me, but I need more.”

“More what?” Irritation runs through me. “Women? Time? What the fuck more could you want?” My shoulders rise, and my control over my anger slips.

He leans forward, his lips in a permanent sneer. “If you continue to want my help, you will bring forty Omegas for my pack in seven days,” he bellows in my face, spit flying in every direction.

I feel the sting of his fury, but despite the sorrow in his glistening eyes, I’m too damn pissed to give a damn care.

“And seeing that I lost my daughter, you will give me your firstborn child.”

For the first time, I’m lost for words, and as much as I attempt to remain serious, I burst out laughing.

“What the fuck?” Okay, that completely took me off guard.

Anger twists the bastard’s expression, his gaze blazing with fire as he heaves for breath. If he’s going to attack me, bring it on, then I’ll have a reason to smash him into the wall.

“First, I have to travel south of the country for the women, and there’s no guarantee they are available yet, so I need more time. Second, what the fuck? That’s not going to bring back your daughter.” Besides, I have no intention of having children anytime soon. Taking over a sector and inciting a war isn’t a place to raise children. When the time does come, I will destroy Mihai before he even touches anything that belongs to me.

“I don’t fucking care, you sonofabitch,” he barks. “Accept the deal, or you can get the fuck out of my home and lose all the allegiances from the packs we’ve connected with.”

My jaw ticks as rage flares in my mind, knowing I’m wedged in a corner, and the fucker knows it. It’s the only reason I’m here. I’m not worried about the child thing as it won’t happen, but the forty females will be a problem.

He growls, and all I want to do is hit him over and over. To make him bleed and hear him plead for me to stop.

A sharp whine sounds in my chest from my wolf, who knows it’s a mistake, but I haven’t come this far to have it all thrown away because this asshole is mourning his daughter.

Before I came to Romania, I told myself I would do anything it took to win over the Savage Sector. Any fucking thing to show my father I wasn’t the waste of an alpha he thinks me to be. Everything to have a territory that allowed me to return home and claim my sister, Hel, from the tyrant husband my father forced her to marry.

Without a nod, I reluctantly growl, “Deal.” I turn to march out of there before I rip his fucking head off when he calls my name, causing me to pause.

“Don’t think of going anywhere tonight. I have a large pack from the west visiting. They would be perfect to join our team, and they want to meet you. Besides, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to miss Lyssa’s cremation.” His words are bitter and vindictive.

“Fucking sonofabitch.” I curse under my breath and leave him behind.

Now, my mind tears between playing sycophant to this bastard and racing after Narah.

3

NIKOS

“Four on the left, go,” I yell at Crius.

Gripping his axe, he cuts across the field, heading for the three stumbling zombies coming our way. Narah’s behind us, hopefully safe.

I pivot to my right, a knife in each hand, and unleash a war cry as I lunge at the two ahead of me. They’re fast, not staggering like so many I’ve seen, and by their scrawny, hollow-cheeked frames, I’d say it has everything to do with them starving and desperate.

Coming down on the first one, my blade sweeps across the air, whistling as it bites across the creature’s neck. The lack of blood gushing out confirms how hungry these undead really are. Kicking him in the gut, knocking the lump of shit off his feet, I swing around to the second zombie and go crazy on him with my blades. I don’t want the fuckers touching me, but with so few of them in our travels, I’m enjoying the fight.

Three, two, one… he drops to his knees, his head tumbling off his shoulders, joining his friend.

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