Page 25 of Owned By Four Alphas

“Better prepare yourself, sweetness,” he growled, “because I’m not finished with you yet.”

It was hours before he was finally satiated, panting and exhausted on top of his mate. From scent alone he could tell how hungry she had become, and rose to put his clothes on, a wicked grin on his face.

“Care for a bite to eat, sweetness?”

Selena, still gasping, her glorious legs still twitching, could barely nod. He knelt beside her, pushing his face into her full breasts playfully, nipping at her skin. “You better put some clothes on then, or I might just have to take you again.”

She moaned, her hands gripping his hair, her eyes still heated. He chuckled. She truly was a voracious little thing.

“Come now, little mate, so I can feed you.”

She obeyed, and together they left the library, Selena’s cheeks aflame from their activities. Ronan didn’t care. If anything, he rather liked that everyone knew exactly who their queen belonged to.

They were discussing his trip, their pace slow, Selena elbowing him lightly as he teased her for her slightly wobbly gait. He was just leaning down nibble her ear when the scent hit him.

Thick and angry, it instantly raised his hackles. Selena noticed the change immediately, her eyebrows drawing up. “What is it?”

He sniffed the air. Once, then twice. A growl escaped him.

Sure enough, swaggering around the corner of the corridor, surrounded by his own little retinue of wolves, was Ordovic.

The leader of the Northern wolf clan. Arrogant, young, and reckless. And still furious with Ronan for killing his father.

“Well, well, well, look what we’ve got here!” Ordovic said, crossing his arms over his barrel-like chest. Ronan drew himself to his full height, pushing Selena slightly behind him despite her protests.

“Ordovic,” he said. “What are you doing here?”

“I was invited.” He paced forward, his shoulders squaring. A challenge. “Though it’s a shame to leave the west. Your people are so accommodating. Almost makes me want to settle down there for the long haul.”

Ronan snarled, “You have your own clan.”

“But I also have a claim to yours,” said Ordovic, “and word is, you’re spending all your days with a pretty little omega. Your people are beginning to feel neglected. Tell me, is this her?”

He lifted his head and sniffed the air, his grin spreading as he no doubt caught the scent of their previous activities. Selena’s cheeks reddened, and Ronan snarled again.

“Show some respect. Selena is the queen.”

“Ah, yes, I’d heard about that as well,” Ordovic said, rolling his neck, baring his teeth, “and she’s pregnant, isn’t she? You’ve had some trouble with the babe’s magic.”

Ronan’s wolf rippled just below his skin, fingers trembling, the threat to his mate and his child almost forcing him to shift.

He took a fortifying breath.

“You’d do well to mind your tongue, Ordovic. This place isn’t like our lands. The Fae don’t deal like we do. They won’t take kindly to you throwing threats about to your queen.”

“I think I can handle the Fae,” scoffed Ordovic, “and the dragons, too.” His eyes glinted. “And the wolves.”

Ronan only snarled again, itching to shift, to rip Ordovic’s throat out.

Ordovic sneered, turning and speaking to his wolves. “Come, I think I’ve had quite enough listening to this old dog bark.”

Without a backwards glance they swaggered off, and Ronan didn’t realize he was still snarling until Selena’s small hands rested on his arm.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, sweetness, I’m okay,” he replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Come, we need to get you some food.”

She didn’t argue as he led her back to their quarters, where dinner would no doubt be waiting, but he could smell her apprehension.

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