“How do you know that?”

The whole pack would be able to hear their conversation. The thing about wolves was they had great hearing skills.

“Why do you think I came here, Sofia?” he asked. “I saw everything, and all of these creatures stood by, did nothing, or helped in your pain and misery. It is time for you to take your revenge and to kill all of those who harmed you.”

****

Caspian had never sorted out a pack in his life.

Raised in the foster care system of normal humans, he’d known at a young age that he was different. He had these keen senses none of the other kids had. They didn’t hear conversations feet away, especially those of whispers. None of them heard the rats or roaches in the homes.

None of them were ready for an attack, but he always was.

At the ripe age of sixteen, he found out exactly what he was. A wolf. Born to hunt, to lead.

In the last twenty-nine years, he’d learned to adapt, to hunt, to survive. During those years, he’d found out exactly what happened to him, and the men and women with him now were like him, in a way. None of them were leaders. They had been looking for an alpha, and as much as he hated it, Caspian didn’t have a choice.

Rogue wolves were … dangerous. He’d learned much during his time.

Just like he’d studied this woman in front of him.

Two months ago, he’d picked up a scent his wolf just couldn’t deny. He’d tried to control himself, but the need to find that scent, to make her his, was overwhelming. He was aware of mates, the strength and bond a female could bring, but he hadn’t wanted one himself.

He’d fucked his fair share of willing human and wolf females, but never had a woman made him feel this way.

Sofia Foster, a beautiful little wolf in a broken pack. He stared at her now, with the mark on her neck that must have been branded into her flesh before her first transition. He recognized the mark well. Every single member of his pack had it. The mark of the unwanted. The symbol that would stop all other packs from wanting her if the alpha decided to banish her from his pack.

Seeing the mark made him angry.

They had used this woman as their own personal punching bag. He’d watched them all beat her, curious as to what this female had done to earn such reactions.

Two months it had taken for him to realize she had done nothing but exist. They were afraid of her.

Caspian had never seen a wolf heal so fast in his life. He’d watched her as what would normally take a few days for wolves, she healed within hours. The damage had been so extensive that some weaker wolves would have even needed the help of the full moon and their wolf to heal from.

He couldn’t believe it.

Staring at her now, he was struck once again by her beauty. Her long, black hair with streaks of gold fell down her back. There were leaves and some dirt within the strands from the hunt. He adored her brown eyes that also had flashes of amber, showcasing her wolf.

This woman was strong.

He especially loved seeing her full body. The dress she wore didn’t do it justice, but he’d been watching her for two months now, and knew she hid nice, large tits, full hips, juicy, thick thighs, and a curvy butt beneath the horrid garment.

His cock started to thicken at just watching her.

“No,” Sofia said, recoiling from the blade.

Caspian raised his brow. “No?”

She shook her head. “I’m not going to do it.”

He threw back his head and laughed. “You’re not going to kill those responsible for making your life miserable?”

“No.” She frowned. “How do you—?”

“Know that these … animals hurt you?” he asked.

She nodded.

“I’ve been watching you all. I’m the one who has seen what you all do to this woman, for fun.” He drew his foot back and kicked the alpha. This man was the biggest monster. He laughed and allowed it to happen, and took pride in doing it himself.

Revulsion filled Caspian. It was rare for his hatred to know such passions. He often ignored packs, especially the invites he received.

He was a rare wolf. Able to live among the humans, completely undetected.

“Stop,” Sofia said.

Caspian closed the distance between them, grabbing the back of her neck and pressing her up against him.

For the last two months, he’d been imagining what it would feel like to have this woman’s body pressed against his. He liked the feel of her, and he didn’t want it to stop.

His wolf wanted to claim her. To bend her over the nearest object and to claim her. She was … beautiful, intoxicating, and his need to bury himself deep inside her cunt was so strong.

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