Page 134 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part Two

“Mine,” he growled as his balls tightened, and he started to spill his seed again.

And still, he didn’t pull out. He crashed his mouth against hers as Layla rode out the wave, swallowing her cries as he moved them again. They made it to the floor next to the bed before the need overwhelmed him again. And again. And again.

By the time he called out her name when they were on the bed, he had fucked her on every inch of the room.

But he knew that would never be enough. Not until he marked her. Not until he sunk his teeth in her neck and completed the bond.

Layla grabbed his hair and pushed his mouth back against her neck as the tremors rocked her body.

“Bite me. Please bite me.”

But for the millionth time, Cain didn’t rise to the bait because they could still sense the Hunters around them. And because he could feel that she was theirs even without the mark.

He sucked on the spot, setting Layla off again. When she threw her head back and arched her back, her eyes were still glowing. And her claws were still out. It was only when she passed out from exhaustion that they retracted. He didn’t think she’d even noticed that she had partially shifted.

He didn’t mean to close his eyes, but as all the worry for his mate swam around his head, he drifted off to sleep with her in his arms.

The sun was shining into the bedroom when he opened his eyes.

And the Hunters were gone.

He left Layla to sleep so he could double-check it. The security cameras showed them piling into their vehicles before dawn and driving off. He sensed only humans in the hotel. But every employee he walked past became a suspect. Which one of them had been lured by the promise of money? Which one of them would be the one to feed them the information that would bring them right back?

Another culling was in order.

When he returned to the room, Layla was already showered and dressed, and she was peeking out of the window. Her anxiety was back with a vengeance.

“They’re gone,” she said.

But for how long? He didn’t bring it up again. All he could do now was train Layla hard so she could defend herself when they came back.

“Let’s go and get our little girl.”

They changed cars several times, and he stayed alert as they drove out of the city. Miss Roberts had somehow tracked him to his hideout, so he wasn’t taking any chances again. They ditched the car in a busy parking lot and then started the hike into the woods only when he was satisfied the Hunters had not followed.

It took them hours to get close enough to the pack to mindlink Dylan.

When they finally met them where they had set up camp, all the packs rose to their feet. And they bowed. They bowed to the Queen who had led the Hunters away without thinking about her own life.

He just hoped they would be just as accepting when they realised she was a red wolf.

Chapter 66

Layla kept her senses alert as she sat on Jackson’s lookout rock. The sounds of the forest below were soothing. There were no disturbances as far as she could reach, which was very far since she had started training.

From the rock, she could hear everything in Jackson’s territory if she wanted to. Jackson knew that, which was why the day’s lesson was a complete waste of time.

Her ears pricked at a sound in the forest behind her. She closed her eyes and focused. Jackson was teaching her how to combine all her senses and form an almost complete picture in her head. Any movement of sound caused vibrations in the air, which she could pick up.

But he told her that was another thing that the other wolves couldn’t do. The list kept growing, and it was making her more anxious. How was she supposed to protect herself if she was going to stand out? Jackson told her she would be okay in his pack, but his earlier words kept playing in her head. They would never accept her. He had been so sure about that that he had separated her from all of them when he had sent her to the hideout and told her it was over between them.

Would they accept Hope, then?

The sound came again, and she concentrated on pushing her emotions away and thinking of hiding. Jackson called it masking.

Quietly, she slipped off the rock and took one last look at the dark forest before she turned back and slipped between the trees.

It had been odd when she had unconsciously done it when she had been trying to lure the Hunters away from the pack, but she was starting to get used to the feeling.

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