Page 25 of Wolf Desired

Maybe that monster had eaten me and this was hell. It was just as likely as me actually escaping Sterling and Royce and the pack, falling through a rip between realms, and landing in a place where they couldn’t reach me. Even if I had my full shifter powers— Hell, even if I was strong enough to be an alpha, I’d never have the ability to open a rip or gate or anything else between realms.

A dark, menacing laugh rumbled, striking sudden, icy fear within me, and I froze, afraid to move, afraid to look like the prey that I was.

“You’re desperate,” a voice hissed in my ear, but when I wrenched around to face whoever it was, I found myself alone in my old pack’s sacred grove. “Whore.”

“It was my heat,” I insisted. But that didn’t release the shame that sat heavy and hot within me.

“Greedy cunt,” the voice hissed in my other ear. “Greedy, desperate cunt. You begged for it. You’ll always beg for it. You’re begging for it now.”

“No.” I hugged myself. I wasn’t like that. And yet mixed with the shame was desire to be with Bishop again like our first time before my fever, or to be with Knox just like how I’d dreamed, or to have Cyrus hold me with such tenderness as he thrust inside me.

“You’re going to beg your mate and he’s going to fuck you and still hate you because you’re weak.”

The words sliced into my soul, bleeding in more shame, while my voice, crying for Knox to give me more, begging him to fuck me, echoed around the grove.

“That,” the evil voice said with a dark chuckle, “was a pity fuck. He had to seal the bond to save his life. Not because he loves you.”

“The bond will help,” I insisted. The bond was supposed to deepen the love between two people, but if there wasn’t any love to begin with…?

“You’re going to be his convenient cunt. You’ll never say no to him and he’s going to fuck all his hate into you.”

“He won’t.” He wouldn’t. “Bishop would never let—”

The menacing laugh roared around me. “Bishop is his brother. He’s family, not some weak pathetic whore. He wants to fuck you with his brother because they’re sick fucks and you’re the sickest of them all. Do you honestly think two guys would want to share you?”

Was it all a trick? Was Bishop trying to manipulate me just like Royce had when he tricked me into thinking we were fated mates?

My throat tightened and tears burned my eyes. It couldn’t be a trick. I believed Bishop. He cared for me. I know he cared for me.

“You’re a convenient cunt who won’t talk back. You’ll take whatever they give you, you’ll beg for it, and they’ll laugh at how they’ve turned you into their toy.”

“That’s not true.” Sure, Bishop had talked about sharing me with Knox, but it was to help me… wasn’t it?

“You don’t want to be used like that,” the voice taunted, back to whispering right behind me. “Do you?”

I wrenched around, still alone in the grove where Sterling had tried to sacrifice me.

“You’re only good to be a fuck toy or a sacrifice,” he mocked.

“No.”

“You know it’s true,” he said. “You can feel it in your soul… along with the bond keeping you prisoner.”

“It’s not true.” Except I was so weak. No one had ever wanted me. Not even my own father. Everything Sterling had told me over all those years had chipped away at me, breaking me down into something fragile that would inevitably shatter.

“You know you only have one option.”

I had no options. I was trapped in the mating bond.

“You know what it is.” The voice deepened, his tone cajoling. “It’s in your DNA.”

The image of my father’s blood splattered over the yellow bathroom tiles flashed through me.

“No.”

“Yes. Unless…” the voice turned wicked. “Unless you do want to be a begging cunt.”

“No,” I insisted, but I didn’t know if it was to killing myself or being Knox’s whore. I had more self-respect than that… didn’t I?

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