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My tummy becomes full of butterflies. Wolf knows I liked the spanking, even though it was firm. I have also latched onto thekind of spankingpart.Does this mean there are other ways of spanking? Would I like it better if I am only a little bit bad?

I lower my eyes to where my hands fidget together on my lap.

He sighs again like I am a lot of trouble, which I dare say I am.

“I need to return to the pack, and you need to bolt this door for the night. Keep Blue close so he can guard you while I’m away.”

He sets me aside, and I’m instantly sad.

I want to fling my arms around him and beg him to stay and protect me. Tell him how I would be very good for him and only him. But before I can do any of this, the door slams shut, and Wolf is gone.

Chapter Three

Wolf

Our pack is large, and something is always going on that needs my attention. Today a couple of younger shifters have snuck off to bed a local farm lass when they should be out on patrol. As pack enforcer, my job is to set the pair of them to rights.

Together with my two lieutenants, Glen and Clay, I wait on the forest’s edge close to the farm in wolf form and await the wayward pack members.

They emerge from the back of the barn with a swagger, shift to wolf form, and dash for the trees.

Their footfall slows as they notice me waiting.“How was your patrol?”I ask casually.

“We were just?—”

“Save it,”I snarl, lunging for the nearest damn pup. I have him by the throat and underneath me on the floor. The other one spins around, whether to wade in or flee, I don’t know. Either way, my lieutenants move to cut him off.

The one beneath me whines as I squeeze my jaw around his throat, forcing him to submit and endure the humiliation of being bested.

“The pack leader doesn’t care what you get up to with the lasses so long as they are congenial. But he also doesn’t expect you to be fucking them when you should be on patrol.”

“It won’t happen again,”the one beneath me whimpers.

“Damn right, it won’t happen again. Because if it does, I will rip a hole in your useless hide and run you out of the pack.”

He trembles beneath me. I hope this is the only time I need to make an impression on him. He has been a good pack member otherwise, but as can happen with the younger wolves, as they mature and take on responsibilities, the power goes to their fucking head. Their mind strays to rutting, and they neglect their duties.

I rake my claws down his side as I release his throat. Then I slam into him, sending him bowling before I turn on his companion and give him a beating, too. My growl is vicious, and my bite deadly were I not tempering it. I take him by the scruff of the neck and shake him about.

They are wolf shifters. They can take all I do and more. Yet I need to leave them with fear in their belly and a lasting impression regarding the consequences of pissing the pack enforcer off.

They bow submissively before me, their snouts against the forest floor and their necks exposed.

“Do not let me catch you neglecting duties again.”

“We won’t, enforcer,”they say in unison.

“Get back to your patrol.”

As they dart off into the forest, I turn to my lieutenants.

Glen’s tongue rolls on the side of his mouth.

“They are mostly good lads,”Clay says, his amusement evident through the bond.“I believe the fear of your wrath and the humiliation of the beating will keep them in line.”

“Let us hope so,”I agree. I do not enjoy putting a wolf in his place, but I don’t shy away from it either. My word and wrath carry weight, for if a wolf draws my attention, be it good or bad, you can bet I will be letting the pack leader know about it.

We continue on our way, stopping to exchange words with a local farmer who has seen trouble with raiders before turning back toward the heart of the pack.