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But Victor doesn’t know that. And if I can strike fear into him, maybe I can even up the odds here.

I look around at the wolves surrounding me, but no one is moving.

Victor grins. “You’re not going to convince anyone,” he says. “They may not want to fight, Emlyn, but they’ll do it if it means getting rid of you. Everyone here knows what you are. You’re a parasite. You suck down the power of the moon and use it for your own ends. Fuck knows what you would have done to this pack if we hadn’t caught you when we did. You might have gotten yourself impregnated, and then we would have had to worry about more little hybrid bastards running around.”

“You’re insane,” I say. “Any children at all are a good thing right now.”

“Moon Casters are a blight on this Earth.”

“You don’t know anything about them.”

“I know that you and your little harem killed Bruce,” Victor says. “He was like a father to you, Emlyn. He was our alpha. He raised all of us. He loved us.”

“He didn’t love me. For fuck’s sake, he was going to kill me. He was going to kill my mates. You wanted me to just stand there and let that happen?”

“You should have,” Victor said. “You don’t have a right to exist, after what you and people like you did to the world.”

“I wasn’t evenalivewhen the Lunar Reversal happened. You really are insane if you’re going to try to blame me for that.”

He bares his teeth. “You have a lot of ideas about me,” he says. “You think I’m insane. You think I’m too weak to kill you.” His eyes flash. “You probably think I still want you, don’t you? I can tell you still wantme. I can smell it, Emlyn. We all can. Everyone here knows just how badly you want me to fuck you. You can stand here telling me how crazy I am all you want, but if I offered myself to you, you’d be mine.”

Just the words are enough to set me panting for him again. My knees are weak.

Wilder’s hand grips mine more tightly.

“Come here,” Victor says, his eyes on mine. He runs his fingers up his inner thigh, cups his cock briefly. I can see that he’s hard, even through his pants. He wants me as much as I want him.

If I go to him, he’ll fuck me. I’m sure he will.

It’s all I want in the world. I could die happy if I just got to feel him inside me first, filling me in the way my body was meant to be filled. He’s my alpha mate, and as much as I love and desire the three men who are standing around me, they are never going to bemeantfor me in the same way.

I’m never going to be satisfied if I don’t go to Victor.

I pull my hand free of Wilder’s grasp.

44

MILO

“No!”

I fling my arms around Emlyn’s waist, aware of what she’s trying to do, desperate to stop her. If I have to watch her walk right up to this bastard and offer herself up to be fucked or killed (or probably both) according to his whim, I think I’m going to gouge my eyes out. I don’t know how to go on living after something like that.

Emlyn strains against me, panting, animalistic. A noise rises from her throat, half whine and half snarl, that’s unlike any sound I’ve ever heard her make before. It’s almost frightening.

“Help me!” I yell.

Nate glances back, sees what’s happening, and sprints over. He places himself in front of Emlyn, which is good, because I’m terrified she’s going to shift right in my arms. Already she seems so much more animal than human. She’s heaving, writhing, sobbing with need.

“Come here, Emlyn,” Victor says again. “Don’t let them stop you. They’re nothing. I’m everything you’ve needed all this time.”

Emlyn whines.

Seeing her desire for this shithead manifest this way is awful. Has she been feeling this way the whole time? Obviously, she hasn’t been this out of control. It must be easier when she’s far away from him. But has there been an undercurrent of this every time I’ve touched her? When I’ve been inside her, has she been wishing it was him?

I’ve never been jealous. I’ve never minded that Nate and Wilder and I love her and share her among us.

But right now, I could scratch Victor’s eyes out for daring to speak her name.

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