Page 13 of The Wolf She Shouldn't Desire

The leader opens his mouth as if he is going to say something further, but I strike out before he can.

Wanting to save the leader for last, I toss a knife that pins his shoulder to the alley wall behind him that is followed by a pitiful and girlish scream and focus on his four companions. I’m vaguely aware of the werewolf with his back pressed against the alley wall with wide eyes as he watches the horror show in front of him unfold. As I attack one vampire after the other, I inflict more and more damage than I did on the previous one. From a cut throat to an arm ripped off as I use it like a bat to bludgeon the owner upside the head to gashes across the shinsto cripple them before jabbing my knife into their eyes as they fall to punching my hand through a chest and ripping their heart out, I take each of them down. I bask in the adrenaline high and satisfaction of their screams as they realize their mistake. As I turn with the one vampire’s heart in my hand, slick with warm blood giving a final thump, I notice the leader that I had left for last has removed the knife and is now making a dash for the exit of the alley.

Suddenly, a muscled arm that emerges from the darkness of a doorway clothes lines him. As the vampire wheezes on the ground, clutching his throat, a familiar male steps completely out of the darkness and glares down at the vampire.

“I take it you want to deal with this piece of shit, little vampire?”

“If you don’t mind,” I deadpan.

Jordan grabs the vampire by the back of the neck, drags him back towards me, and then throws him at my feet.

I smirk. A girl’s got to love when a gift is literally thrown at her feet. I crouch down, bringing my eyes level with the vampire’s. I place my blade under his chin and lift his head to meet my eyes.

“Now why would you run? I thought you were going to try to teach me something. What was it again? Oh, yeah. Who’s ‘boss’ here.” I chuckle. I glare at him when I say, “How many women have you hurt in the past with that little ego trip? How many women have you assaulted teaching them ‘who’s the boss’? Hmmm?”

The vampire simply stares at me with his eyes glaring in hatred.

“She asked you a question,” Jordan growls, and I swear I hear his wolf growling with him in the undertones.

The vampire turns and hisses at Jordan.

I flick my wrist and nick the side of the vampire’s jaw to draw his attention back to me. “Don’t make me ask again.”

“None,” the vampire responds.

“You think you can lie your way out of this, you piece of shit? It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that you have, especially when you threatened to teach me where my place is underneath you with my mouth shut.” Jorden growls again at hearing that little tidbit. “I just wanted a number so I know how long I should draw out your pain, but you know what? Since you lied, I’m going to make you suffer for the rest of your life.”

With quick and precise flicks of my wrist, my blade accomplishes my goal. Blood begins to stain the edges of the hole I made around the crotch area of his pants. After a short delay of shock, the vampire screams in realization as the pain registers from what I’ve done.

“Now you’ll never hurt another woman again seeing as you don’t have the dick or balls to do so any more.”

I stand and look down at him for a second as he writhes on the ground, blood slowly pooling around his hips and legs. Then, I look up to stare at Jordan. He’s staring back at me calmly with no trace of shock or disgust on his face from what I can tell.

“I was hoping his suffering would be a little more drawn out with the shit he was bragging about. He’s likely going to die from that, you know that right?” he finally says.

“Maybe,” I say. “But I really hope not.”

He nods at me and grunts in agreement before turning to the wolf the vampires were attacking that I had briefly forgotten about while taking care of said vampires. “You okay?”

The wolf is shaking and nods as his gaze stays glued to the vampire I just castrated. He swallows and then looks up at me.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “You had no reason to help me, but thank you for doing so.”

I simply nod at him.

“What pack are you a part of pup?” Jordan’s question draws the wolf’s attention to him.

“None.”

Jordan digs in his pocket and moves forward to hand him a card. The wolf stares at it for a second before taking it. “Call that number as you head to that address, and tell them Jordan sent you. A bed and food will be waiting for you if you are looking for a pack to earn a place in. If not, you’ll still have a bed and food for tonight”

He shakes his head and becomes enthusiastic as what Jordan has said sinks in. “I am. Looking for a pack that is. Thank you. Thank you very much.” He walks forward to pass me towards the exit of the alley but stops in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye while staring directly at the wolf, I see Jordan tense slightly. “Thank you again,” he whispers as he stares directly into my eyes. With that, Jordan releases the tension in himself.

“You’re welcome,” I whisper back.

My head turns to follow him with my eyes as the young wolf quickly runs off, and I see him pulling a cell phone to his ear as he rounds a corner.

Left alone with Jordan and the castrated vampire who has now lost consciousness, I turn to face Jordan. He stands facing me with his arms crossed, showing off the impressive muscles and tattoos that adorn them.

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