Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“Get off her, you selfish prick.” Owen snarls his words. “She’s not just for you. How fucking dare you take her without me!” His words bellow in the cave and ring loud in my ears. They fucking hurt. I don’t know what I thought, or why I have such strong feelings for them, but to know it’s not reciprocated. My throat dries, choking me. I finally break away and stare at the wall of the cave—away from Luke, away from Owen. I can’t stand the emotions overwhelming me.
“What? You’re fine with her being a human, just not my leftovers?” My heart crumples and falls in my chest. Is that what I am now? I bared myself to him and now I’m “leftovers”? I’m a used-up fuck toy for them to share?
What a fucking prick. I grab my clothes off the floor and pull them to my chest, covering myself. I can’t look at either of them. I thought werewolves were monogamous. I thought they saved themselves for their mate. It’s the impression I got from all of the offerings I’ve attended. I’ve studied every video, every little nuisance. How did I get that so wrong?
What the fuck did I just do?
“How could you fucking do that to me, Luke?” Owen’s harsh words make my body crumple with guilt. My breath comes in rushed pants as I push away all the emotions threatening to consume me. This isn’t anything that I prepared for. I’ve spent years pining for a chance to meet a werewolf and discover the secrets of their supernatural world. And this is what I’ve done with it. I’ve become a prisoner and allowed myself to submit to their desires for my body. I need to get the hell out of here. My entire body is numb with regret.
“Fuck you.” Luke’s response isn’t screamed or snarled. It’s a simple statement from a low voice devoid of emotion. And somehow, that makes him even more terrifying. I glance between the two shifters, and I have no idea which is the Alpha. I don’t understand their hierarchy. I expect to see anger from Owen, but instead there’s only hurt in his eyes. Luke finally moves away from me, and I close my legs and turn my body away from them. Shame heats my cheeks once again.
As he leaves the cave, Luke intentionally bumps his right half hard against Owen’s shoulder and chest. Then all hell breaks loose. Owen’s hard fist lands with a loud smash to Luke’s jaw. The two shifters’ fists are clenched so tight that their muscles must be screaming in pain as they land blow after blow, punching each other in the side, the chest, anywhere they can. They collide into each other and smash their bodies against the rock before tumbling to the ground. I can’t help the screams ripping from my throat. I struggle in the dirt to push my body against the wall and keep myself far away from them.
Blood drips from their wounded knuckles as bruises appear and fade before my eyes. The cave vibrates with fury as they snarl and growl, rolling over one another and locking each other’s arms to avoid further damage. For a moment it looks as though it’s a stalemate, but then Owen’s head smashes into Luke’s nose. Blood streams down his face.
“Stop it!” I scream at them as hot tears burn down my cheeks. My throat blisters as I scream over and over, pleading for them to stop. The sight of them beating each other so savagely has my heart beating chaotically with fear. Neither holds back.
As their massive forms move to the back of the cave, each in a body lock by the other, I catch sight of the opening, the light floods my vision, and I bolt. I push my legs to run faster than I ever have before. I’m not a fool, they’ll catch me if they want to. I can’t outrun a shifter, I can’t hide from their heightened senses, but I can get a head start. Maybe they’ll let me go. I’m not worth the trouble.
As the thought hits me, I stumble on the ground, scraping my knees as my legs give out beneath me and my forearms land hard on the unforgiving ground. I cry out with a nearly unbearable pain. I’ve given my virginity to a stranger and now I’m running from him, from them, and hoping that I’m not worth the energy. I allow myself only a moment of regret and sadness before picking my body up and continuing my escape. My knees sting as the scrapes are pulled with each movement, but I keep pushing myself, fueling my motivation with the memory of them hurtling their large fists at each other with the intent to do extreme damage.
This was such a mistake. How was I so wrong about them? I haphazardly brush the tears away as I tear through branches on my careless descent down a large hill. My ankle nearly twists as I slip on one rock and then another, but I keep my balance and push my limbs harder, accepting the burn as my punishment.