“Don’t tell me to be quiet, like I’m some kind of slave here. You tell me you’re an alpha
who came here to avenge your brother’s death, that you’re the man who kidnapped my brother,
and oh yeah, you came here to kill me. And I’m supposed to do what? Kneel down and present
my throat for you to rip out? Or just kneel down and kiss your ass? Or maybe give you mine?” “Shut up, Rory, I’m warning you. ”
“Warning me? What’s your plan, Casey? Gonna kill me now?”
Casey lunged up, crossing the room, hand out toward Rory’s throat. “Shut up, Rory!” Rory knocked his hand away. “No! I won’t shut up. I’m leaving!” He turned looked for his
clothes, swaying a little. “Where are my clothes?”
Casey pointed. Rory went over to the chair and held up a pair of the traditional leather pants
worn by pets before the rules had been relaxed. “I’m not wearing these!”
“You can stay naked if you like. Suits me just fine. ”
“You know what I mean! I won’t wear these to go out!”
“Who said you were going anywhere?”
Rory threw the pants down on the floor and stood with his arms folded across his chest.
Casey lunged up, pulled back his arm and dealt a hard blow to Rory’s butt. Whirling around and
holding both hands to his backside, he looked at Casey with horror.
“You hit me!”
“I spanked your ass. I’ll put you over my knee and do it properly if you show your temper
again. Now get into those pants or don’t. Either way I don’t give a shit. But that’s all you’ll wear
from now on. ”
Backing away, Rory shook his head. “No, Casey. I won’t do it!”
“Boy, you know and I know that I can make you. So put them on like a nice pet, or I’ll put
you over my knee and spank you. Then I’ll put them on you myself. ”
Rory, still in shock, glared at him, saying nothing.
Cody picked up a collar from the table. “Come here. ” Casey crooked his finger at him.
“Next we’ll take a little trip downstairs to have some of that hair taken off your chest, legs, and
other places. ”
Rory stared at the collar and shook his head.
“Everyone is going to know your murdering wolf is gone and that you are my property, my
pet, doing only what I allow you to do. ”
Rory’s face drained of all color. “God, you really hate me, don’t you?”