Slade (Team Greywolf 1)

Wolfstrom scowled. “You will do no such thing.”

Slade put her down, and she kicked him in the shin. He snarled. “Oof!”

Henrik laughed. “Spunky, isn’t she?”

“Let me give her a punishing fuck.” Slade grinned.

“I’d rather die,” she spat.

Slade narrowed his eyes. “If you wish.”

Wolfstrom smiled. “Agrippa should be here soon to satisfy your desires.”

Cricket narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m sure you and your mate have the same eating preferences.”

“We might just include you in our den for a little rough sex threesome.”

Wolfstrom lifted her chin. “Tonight you are invited to attend our rally. You will be impressed.” He turned to the guard. “Take her to her room.”

“Yes, please do,” she said and then quickly bowed her head.

Raulf stepped forward. “Allow me to escort her.”

Slade’s mouth twitched, but then he smiled at Raulf.

Wolfstrom nodded. “Yes. I understand. You must have a million questions to ask Cricket.”

Her head flinched back slightly. “Excuse me, master?”

“Come, I’ll explain while I take you on a tour.” Raulf offered his arm, and she took it. She glanced at Slade as did Wolfstrom and Henrik. This must be a test. The old Slade would have balked at anyone touching her, especially an unattached enemy alpha werewolf. He remained aloof and ignored her as she left.

Arm in arm, she and Raulf left the castle and walked the perimeter and perilous cliff edge. Did he intend to push her off? Yet, didn’t they want to harvest her ova?

“Beautiful view, don’t you think?”

She swallowed. “The glaciers are spectacular.”

“So tell me, which of your alpha sisters is stronger?”

Really? My sisters? Despite their meanness, she had a hard time betraying them by passing them off as breeders for a madman. She frowned. “About the same I suppose, however, for alphas they are not so powerful.”

He chuckled. “Oriana is the eldest, but Dacia is slightly taller. Both attractive.”

“If you’re looking for Miss Congeniality, you are barking up the wrong tree.”

“Personality is of no consequence. I only wish for healthy alphas.”

“I understand. After losing your fated mate, romance no longer matters.”

Raulf snorted. “My so called mate fell in love with a human male. I allowed them the opportunity to be together in death.” He grimaced, picked up a stone and hurled it down the cliff.

Cricket shivered from the crisp mountain wind and his cold jealous heart. “So what’s tonight’s rally all about?”

He stared down at her as if remembering her. “Tonight Wolfstrom will declare himself Emperor of the Lycan Empire and his son, King of Patagonia.” He smiled. “And then we will herald in the beginning Ragnarok.”

Not if I can stop it. Odd. Raulf held no resentment on not being Wolfstrom’s favorite.

They continued around the castle and she followed him, listening to him talk about the coming apocalypse. No other werewolves or other wolves in sight. Had they gone on a hunt? Certainly, he and the evil leaders were in no danger since there was no way in or out. She caught the scent of his mobile.