RIVER BROWN“Ladies”Red So-ho cups lie in front of us.Tall, lithe, with gray eyes flirting with the color blue, Doug stares at us and the cups and pushes them towards us.“Nice try, dude. We know they are spiked”, Brit hisses, holding my hand firm.I look at the drink inside the cup and wonder what exactly it is.“Spiked? Come on, O’Shea you know me better than that. I wouldn’t have to spike your drink to get you in my bed”“I’d rather get skinned alive than hop in a bed with you, Doug. You know me and wimps like you aren’t my style”She says that but her eyes are saying differently.Hesitantly she takes the two cups from Doug handing one to me before Doug and his sly smile disappear in the crowd of dancing people from school.Ria is in the middle of the dance floor, she’s grinding her arse on a guy who I can spot clearly from where we are.“So they are not spiked?”I ask watching Brit take a huge gulp from her cup. I do the same.“Doug is a sly piece of shit omega but he’s not that
SHANE KINCAIDValhalla was my dad’s legacy. We changed it to be less of a brothel to more of an enterprise within five years.Alphas got whatever women they wanted as long as the auction was consensual from both parties and we got to keep a tight rein on every pack’s secrets.Today?Valhalla has been turned to the same shit my father started.It took nearly all my willpower not to exterminate each and every alpha in the auction house for gazing at River but rest assured, every crooked man working in my fucking club will be dead tomorrow.Ria Lopez was auctioned to Kane Grey of the Greyhound pack. I called him as soon as I had intel that his mate was in Valhalla too or in this case Club Deluxe, the one upstairs that acts as a cover for what’s downstairs.Another headache called Britney O’Shea was auctioned to one of my omegas, Jamie, the same guy she fancies. I might have wanted the brat dead and banished but River wouldn’t like it if I did that.Apparently upsetting River leads to si
RIVER BROWNBreathless. Sweating.Needy.So, so much need.A need that started when I spotted them in a room full of Alphas and they bought me. Filthily paid for me with money.Forgive me Goddess, because that’s what I’m feeling right now and that’s what I want.To be filthy.To be their little filthy-“Mmhmm”, I groan into Shane’s mouth.I’m to the point of delirium that I can’t make any words spill from my mouth.My blood is racing in my body like fire licking a thick trail of gasoline. My head is drowning in their scents, mulled wine and citrus and a distant smell of sage which belongs to Connor, the man who’s watching us with eyes darker than sin itself.Shane’s lips are hard and punishing, rough yet soft, greedy yet yap definitely greedy.They claim mine in heady passion, his tongue duels with mine taking everything my whimpering body can offer.Shane Kincaid doesn’t just taste me; he feasts on me like the beast he is and I’m the prey that’s too delicious not to take mercy on.H
RIVER BROWNI’ve been sitting in my room for hours looking at a book about shapeshifters and not really reading anything.I saw Neo leave a few hours ago and it’s safe to say he was pissed off.The only one left in the house is Shane who is locked tight in his office and oh yeah, I checked.I also looked for Connor but either he was ignoring me knocking on his door or he isn’t home.I really want to talk to Connor. Start by saying I apologize for every mean thing I said because I was truly sorry.He might have killed his mother but so what? That was his deal not mine.And as bitter as it was agreeing to Brit, I didn’t know the full story. I shouldn’t have pointed any judgmental fingers either.The problem is the only way to talk to Connor or to know where Connor is; is by talking to Shane.The same man who left purple marks on my boobs.Frustrated, I walk out of my room again and straight to the door that leads to Shane’s office.I knock. He ignores.I knock again. Silence greets me.
CONNOR KINCAIDThe Goddess’ favorite.Everyone around me strived to be that.I learnt at a young age I didn’t need to be the Goddess’ favorite but Christopher Kincaid’s favorite.And what was being someone’s favorite?My father or as I like to call him Christopher Kincaid taught me at an early age that being number one in our world meant sacrificing everything.At ten years old, I sacrificed my time practicing how to be a formidable Alpha.At ten years old, I sacrificed my body to my father’s beatings just to be tough like he was.At ten years old, I did everything my father told me to do because I was his favorite among the sons he despised.I never wanted to be his favorite though. I wanted to be Shane, the boy who stood up to my father and said ‘no’. I wanted to be Neo, the boy who hang around mom and got to laugh with her all day.I shouldn’t have been my father’s favorite because being his favorite gave me scars that never healed.Scars that I see every time I close my eyes and r
RIVER BROWNMy head feels like it has been bashed in and splintered into a thousand pieces like glass.One minute I thought I was dead and the next minute…my eye sight is in two, the copper taste of my blood chokes me and the air is leaving my system faster than I can understand what’s happening.But I know what’s happening.I open my eyes and two angry wolves stare at me protectively.The black, furry one that has dark eyes and fury laced in its aura growls in the direction of the other wolf.The other wolf, the one that has brown and golden flecks in its eyes faces its opponents, claws out, teeth out and a puff of angry breath into the air about to attack.In normal circumstances I would let them fight because they are such big assholes that deserve death.Right now, my heart weeps. I don’t want Sage and Killian to fight. I would never want the brothers fighting.“P-pl…ease. D-don’t. Don’t fight”I’m sweating, my limbs feel boneless against the edge of the car seat I’m trying to sit
RIVER BROWNTwo days. Two nights. All that can be described by one word, torture.“Again”“Why don’t you take the arrow and shove it up your- “, my words die down, my teeth collide with my lips as I hold the arrow shooting at the target that’s a tree marked bullseye with a carved X on the bark.Everyone who was recruited yesterday into the Greyhound pack-Alpha Kane’s pack and into the Moon Shadow pack-Connor and his brothers’ pack, knows how to shoot an arrow by now.I’m the only one stuck and not just stuck, I’m stuck with-“Again!” Connor barks.We are in the middle of nowhere. There are just trees, a vast land of trees and short green grass such that the camp is secluded from any pack that isn’t Kane’s or Connor’s.Our tents are pitched up at the end of the small space. The black ones are from the Moon Shadow pack and the brown ones from the Grey Hound pack.The same goes to the outfits.Especially the tight leather clothing I’m wearing right now that makes it hard to breathe and l
CONNOR KINCAIDDefiant.A brat.Too close for my liking.River Brown has been driving me insane since she told me she likes being strangled.The little virgin doesn’t know it yet but that piece of information will get her eaten alive.She’s a submissive. My brothers and I have always been dominant and not every woman could handle that.Not even she, can handle that. Mate or not.Which doesn’t matter in any way because I’m not touching her after what I did last time.Kane’s pack doctor might have reduced the bruising on River’s face from where I hit her but I look at that heart-shaped face and I’m reminded of her blood.The blood that came out of her mouth as Killian raced all the way here to get her treated.Right now, the brat is testing my limits as she runs across the camp with her two loyal friends, Brit and Ria.She’s wearing the skin tight leather jumpsuit that hugs the expanse of her ass, highlighting those sweet curves and those tits that are bouncing up and down with each ste