Page 28 of Snows Sinful Seven

First thing I need to do is get rid of the bubbles before I’m able to clean up the floor.

“Come on!” I shout as every little step I take nearly has me falling onto my butt from the slipperiness of the floor. “Gods, what have I done to deserve this string of bad luck.”

It takes me forever just to make it to the middle of the hall. “Almost there,” I pant, fully sweating right now.

The door I’m passing opens, catching me off guard. “What is going—” a deep voice sounds. My head snaps to the side, eyes widening in horror as a massive wolf-like man stands in the doorway. “Snow?”

“What the hell?” Another voice has my eyes flicking in the direction of the front of the cottage. There stand five more massive figures. They’re not giants. No, they’re much worse. They have killer teeth and razor-sharp claws that could kill me in an instant.

I’m frozen in fear, chest heaving as I struggle to breathe. Unable to do much of anything, I do the only thing I can and scream bloody murder before passing out.

Of all the ways for one to die, I never thought it would be in a pit of bubbles.

Chapter 8

Henry

“Would you fucking relax,” Gabe grumbles in annoyance as I practically vibrate with pent-up excitement. Shooting me a glaring look, his golden eyes glow in the darkness.

I pause what I’m doing, pickaxe suspended in midair. “Relax?” I huff out a disbelieving laugh. “You’re fucking kidding me right now. How the hell do you expect me to relax when we just found out we have a mate? A mate who is an omega. A mate who is the princess of this damn kingdom!”

“I fucking know who our mate is,” Gabe snaps.

He’s still pissed about the fact that she isn’t only his. Guess Gabby boy here has been stalking our pretty little omega for weeks now. Rude if you ask me. Thinking he could keep her all to himself. I don’t like it.

But I’m not upset about it, but only because Snow is here, in our cottage. We have no clue why she’s here or how she got there, but I call it fate. The Gods are working in our favour.

I’ve always wanted a mate, I would stay up for hours dreaming of who she would be, what she would look like. Was she nice? Would she like to go on hikes with me? Or maybe cuddle in front of a nice fire.

I didn’t think it would happen, though. As we got older, it became clear that our lives would be anything but easy. Weworked hard for what we have, and live away from the village for everyone's safety.

We’re monsters—Lycans, to be more specific. In lands that are primarily ruled by humans, it’s hard for our kind to be accepted. We’re big and scary looking. People tend to fear the things they don’t understand.

Sadly, if they just took the chance to know us and look past our appearances, they would see that we’re not bad.

I grin at my grumpy as fuck packmate. “I’d say you need to chill the fuck out and go blow off steam, you grumpy fucker.” I laugh. “But you can’t do that anymore, now can you?”

As a beast with primal needs, none of us are virgins. There are other packs in the surrounding villages. When there’s an itch that needs to be scratched, we would make trips to go visit the single Lycan female and have a little bit of fun. All but Brady, that is. That boy is as virgin as they come. He’s too shy, too closed off, to open up to another person outside our pack and trust someone with something so personal.

But it wasn’t something we made a habit of. Casual sex isn't really our thing. Well, at least it wasn’t mine. I can’t speak for the others.

I’d rather have those moments with someone I loved, someone who was mine rather than a one-night stand or casual partner.

And now, I do. She’s in our cottage. And we’re here, working.

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