Page 15 of The Wild Moon
Lars stepped closer, practically thrusting his crotch into my face, making me instantly wish I hadn’t twisted my head. He stood there for several long seconds, forcing me to all but inhale his crotch-tang. I wanted to vomit. It was so gross and derogatory. I should tear his fucking nuts off. That’s what I should do. Shift and just rip them from his body. See just how well he did as a nutless eunuch.
I didn’t, though.
“Good bitch,” he said, rocking forward on his toes just a bit, bringing his dick even closer to my face.
I’mma do it. I swear by Vir, I’m going to fucking do it if he doesn’t stop.
He did it again.
We growled, my wolf pissed off at his dominance show. We wanted Lars to know that if he weren’t using his Alpha power on us, we’d go right for his throat and leave him a bloodied mess.
Turns out that a pack Alpha doesn’t appreciate being told that. Lars’ wolf burst from his face, and he clamped his jaws around our neck, pinning us to the floor in a heartbeat. He shifted back almost as fast, a truly impressive display of control. I could never have attempted anything like that.
Maybe growling back wasn’t such a good idea. Remember, we want to survive this!
“Behave,” Lars growled as he collected himself, tugging the tight black t-shirt he wore back into place. “Otherwise, I’ll rip your throat out and give this piece of shit hovel a new paint job. Understood?”
Jaw clenched so tight I thought I was going to shatter a tooth, I nodded. I’d never heard Lars speak so angrily. He was already on edge, and if I kept pushing him, he would follow through with his threat. Still, I stared daggers at him as I did, letting him know I wasn’t doing so willingly.
“Good,” he said. “I’m glad we got that sorted out. I do hate making a mess.”
I slowly rose to my feet, facing Lars, waiting for him to get to the damned point. The shithole liked to hear himself talk.
“I understand you rejected my son,” he said at last. It wasn’t a question.
“He ran home to Daddy and told on me, did he?” I said.
Why can’t I keep my thoughts to myself sometimes?
Lars glared at me.
“I said I’ll submit,” I told him. “I never said I’d be polite.”
“Insolent little shit,” the Alpha rumbled, but he didn’t pin me again.
I let the words roll over me. They were just words, after all. Once he said his piece and left, I was gone. This town was getting put in the rearview, and I was never coming back. Lars could come looking for me, but I’d keep on the move. Anything was better than staying.
Anything.
“You will accept the Soulbond,” Lars ordered, putting some command into his voice.
I braced myself against it, fighting the order.
“You will mate with my son,” he continued. “And you will formalize the bond. Am I making myself clear?”
“Crystal,” I said. “But you can go lick your own asshole because nobody else is going to eat the shit you’re trying to feed me right now.”
A vise-like hand grabbed my throat and threw me against the wall. I rebounded, but before I could act, Lars was there again, crushing my windpipe and pushing me into the wall.
“You can do this all day,” I croaked out.
Lars relaxed his grip slightly. It was a mistake all around because now my mouth had an excuse to run itself before my brain could use the additional oxygen to think through what I was saying.
“Your son is a tiny-dicked bastard that I’ve already suffered through once. I’m not about to do that for the rest of my life. I can only deal with one of those. Tiny dick or an asshole personality. Your son got hit with the terrible twosome, however, so that’s going to be a no-go for me. Got it? So, either kill me or let me go.”
Lars listened passively as I busted out my monolog. When I finished, instead of flying into a rage and snuffing out my life, he did something unexpected. He leered at me, a strange glint in his eye.
“There are worse punishments than death, you know,” he warned. “You should be careful.”
