Page 102 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

And nothing was going to stop me from teaching this bitch that she didn’t mess with my pups.

I squeezed a little harder around the neck until I saw her turning purple, and then I let her fall to the ground. I turned to Markus, who was smiling proudly at me.

My mate loved when the mama wolf showed herself.

I walked over to him and kissed him hard, loving the way he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. When we entered, we’d left the cell door open, because really, who would be stupid enough to try to run from a pack house dungeon with an alpha and luna in the room?

Apparently, the answer to that question was Ada, because even as I kissed my mate, I heard her scrambling and then running. Markus pulled back, making me pout, but I backed away and moments later, he had her by the hair.

“How stupid can you be?” he snarled at her. He threw her against the cot in the cell and turned to me.

“Why don’t you start, my love. I’ll step in when things heat up,” I snickered at my punny joke.

Markus chuckled, and I watched Atlas come forward before he winked and turned toward Ada. If I thought she was scared before, the smell of piss that wafted from her direction was proof enough that the lesson would stick, and I would sleep like a baby tonight knowing she would always remember this night.

With women like her, who only listened to their greed, fear was the only way to learn not to covet what they didn’t deserve. I did promise Cory that there wouldn’t be a scratch on her tomorrow, and I meant to keep my promise. But I never said anything about not leaving a few burn scars...

“Now, let’s discuss why you think you deserve to be by Alpha Cade’s side,” Markus and Atlas said as I sat down on a chair to watch my wonderful mate educate.

I would forever be thankful to my sister for waking me up from my slumber and pairing with such amazing males. They were amazing mates and fathers to our pups.

Life was good for us, but after all the suffering our pups had suffered in the last year, I was going to make sure that nothing bad ever touched them. One way or another.

Chapter Eighteen

Violet

“Istill can’t believe you almost killed Elim,” I grumbled while working.

“You were bleeding and unconscious. I couldn’t hear your heartbeat over how fast mine was beating when I saw you lying on the ground. I thought you were dead, Violet. Elim was hovering over your body. My first thought was that he was going to hurt you further, and I lost it.” Chris explained, sighing when he was done.

My anger melted as I put myself in his shoes. I pushed away from the computer and tried getting up, but he was next to me in a second.

“What are you doing? You’re not supposed to put weight on that foot.”

“I wanted to practice my kissing trigger.” I batted my lashes innocently up at him.

Chris shook his head, his frown turning into a smile before he sank down to a squat next to me.

“If you want a kiss, all you have to do is say so. I will always oblige,” he said before pushing forward and pressing his lips to mine. I let my eyes flutter close to enjoy the kiss, but just like yesterday, he pulled back too soon. I pouted, making Chris chuckle. “What’s wrong, my little warrior?”

“Again,” I demanded.

“As you wish,” he answered, his eyes darkening as he leaned forward to kiss me again.

I held onto his shirt this time, making sure he gave me a proper kiss, making him brace himself on the armrests of the chair. His tongue ran along the seam of my lips, asking permission. When I gave it, opening my mouth to his, he gave a little growl, one arm snaked around my waist while the other went under my legs and I was lifted up as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my arms around his neck, scared of falling, but as always, Chris had me. I was safe in his arms. He sat on the chair, placing me on his lap without breaking the kiss. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer.

Throughout the last year, I worried I would never be able to be intimate with a person. I could barely stand it when someone touched me or hugged me. It took considerable effort to not flinch when people approached.

I thought kissing and intimate touches would break me, but every touch Chris gave me was gentle, tender. It helped me focus on him and the now. Even as the kiss progressed and he became a little more demanding, his touch firmer, all it did was stoke the fire inside me that I thought would never light.

I was finally the one to end the kiss when I needed to breathe, and he rested his forehead on mine as we caught our breath.

“Was that better?” he asked, brushing his lips against mine in an almost there kiss.

“Much. Good practice.” I grinned, making him laugh. “I like you laughing,” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

“I like you,” he answered, still smiling. We stayed like that for a little while before Chris sighed, gave me another kiss and set me back down on my chair so I could work.

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