Page 34 of Stormbinder King
“If I see you anywhere near here, my brother’s whore, I am going to beat this little ass.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” I gasped.
“I would,” he said, baring his teeth at me.
How could you stand against the Alpha Pack King?
I turned aside, clenching my weak fists at my sides.
How I wanted to put them around Symeon’s neck and squeeze.
But of course I couldn’t.
If I tried taking him on I’d only be embarrassed.
But I couldn’t help my curiosity about this building.
Why had he destroyed it?
What was inside there?
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The wind was howling so loudly that night and I awoke frightened and alone.
Jack must still be down at the hall with the other shifters, but I hated that the meeting had gone so late.
Maybe if I went down to eavesdrop I’d finally figure out what kind of other creatures had been seen at the border and in the outer lands.
It felt like the land wanted to rage with a thunderstorm, but because it was so hot the rain wouldn’t come, so the wind tore at the trees instead, ripping off the heavy, dripping leaves and sending them swirling in the dusky night.
The howl of the wind mixed with the distant bay of wolves, so closely that I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
Who were the shifters not at the meeting? What other creatures were out there beyond Pack lands?
I got up and slowly began to descend the rope ladder, grabbing a silky robe as I did.
My feet felt shaky and nervous on the ladder, as it swung precariously.
Why wasn’t Jack back?
Surely the meeting wouldn’t gothislate.
Finally my feet landed on the ground and I wrapped the robe tighter around myself as the howls grew in the distance.
For a moment there was something almost familiar about it, a whisp of memory that dissipated like smoke. It wasn’t a comfortable memory, though, and I shook it off as I walked closer to the meeting place.
Although the rest of the treehouses were dark, warm light spilled out from the windows of the hall.
Without knocking, I opened the door and walked in, blinking to adjust my vision.
I smelled it instantly.
The room stank ofsex, of writhing, fucking, copulating, moaning bodies.
Every surface seemed to be covered with shifters fucking, and the first eyes I met were Symeon’s.
He was leaning back negligently on his throne, three women in front of him, stretching their hands around what looked like a stupidly big cock, their pink tongues eagerly licking along the seam of his balls.
