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VIOLET

The tip of my boot hit something and sent it skidding into the crunchy leaves. What the . . .? I crouched over the reflective surface.

A phone.

I picked it up and it wasn’t locked. The screen opened to the most recent text.

You will be mine. I’ll claim you as my chosen when this is all over.

I pressed my fingertips to my lips. Oh my. An image peeked at the top. It was a woman staring at the camera with her breasts clearly displayed for the owner of the phone. Her blue eyes shone with lust. I scrolled up.

Amber: Your cock was amazing last night, Alpha.

The date listed this being sent days ago. My stomach dipped. Alpha. Was this Graham’s phone? I clenched my teeth, my fingers squeezing the device. I didn’t like this even a little, but like a glutton for punishment, I kept scrolling up.

I gasped and dropped the phone. It landed face up, her privates on display. Her pussy, as the owner of this phone called it. The woman was not shy. Crouching, I scooped it up.

Warmth wafted across my cheek. I slowly looked up and met the eyes of a very, very large wolf. Teeth flashed and moonlight glinted off them. It was a honey-colored beast with dark brown strands interwoven with the pelt.

A deep growl reached into my skin and curled around my bones. The moonlight caught his brown eyes. He stepped forward and I fell back on my butt, yet he continued coming at me, until his large wolf face was over mine. Would he kill me? Tear my throat out? His head lowered, ears flicking back and forth. Then a long tongue lapped across my cheek.

I gasped, blinking quickly. A whine came from the werewolf’s throat, the sound high-pitched and needy. I clenched my trembling hands, pressing balled fists into a bed of crunchy leaves. Was this a pack enforcer? They were the strongest males charged with protecting the pack by patrolling the grounds. I still hadn’t moved as the long muzzle sniffed my cheek. His cold nose grazed my ear, and I hiked my shoulders up.

The wolf shifted. Fur receded and the body elongated to muscled flesh. His massive size lined his stiff dick up with my leg as his face hovered over me. The male with the tattoos. The one that said, I was craving a fuck .

Crude words weren’t new to me. Growing up in a werewolf pack, nudity and fucking was a norm. I’d seen wolves mate at their mating ceremony. In both forms. But the cock shoving against my thigh didn’t feel the size of many I’d seen.

My face warmed.

He inhaled sharply and a low guttural sound left his human lips. His blunt teeth flashed. Most of his face remained in the shadows.

A wave of cinnamon and leather curled through my belly. His hair fell forward. The golden strands were a messy disarray that somehow achieved sexy.

The faint scent of beer reached through the arousing smells, but it wasn’t enough to quell my need.

He tsked.

“Poor little Darling. You’re hungering for some relief, aren’t you.” His weight settled on top of me, flaring lust to a painful extent.

My mouth went dry as a desert.

He kneed my legs apart and nestled between them. Pressure settled against my core. I gasped, instinctively arching my hips up toward the delicious pressure.

“So responsive.” His hand engulfed my side and trekked down. He squeezed my waist and then delved under the band of my leggings. I stopped breathing. I couldn’t form a proper thought if a gun was to my head. He curled a finger into my undies, pressing against the achy bud.

My hands flew up to his smooth chest. Tattoos started at his wrist and ended near his shoulder. I couldn’t get a good look at the details under the poor lighting.

He rolled his finger skillfully. Electrical pulses traveled through me with his every flick. He knew exactly what he was doing—driving me toward an absolute lack of thought. My hips moved restlessly. He clicked his tongue and stilled the roll of his finger. I could only whimper.

“You’re drenching my hand, Darling.” The words did something naughty to me. Need spiked through my core and my channel squeezed, needily, achily. I cried out, tipping my hips up to search for the pressure.

He withdrew his hand and brought it up to his mouth, making sure to catch my gaze. He licked the glistening tips of his fingers. His eyelids lowered and he moaned. I watched, riveted and panting.

“So sweet,” he said gutturally. His hand dropped back to the waistband of my leggings. No one had ever touched me there. That nasty Alpha had threatened fucking me among all sorts of things, which was why I started wearing baggy clothes, but this male over me was a menace to females everywhere. “What were you doing with my phone?”

I stiffened, his question yanking me out of the lusty haze. I dropped my hips from their strain. The phone. The texts, the woman, the promise from his text. He called her his chosen . No werewolf did that if they weren’t in love.

Then why was he touching me like this? I shoved at his chest.

“Let me up.”

His lips twitched up at the corner like he was laughing at me. I shoved and tried to roll away, but he continued to cage me. He took my wrists in the hand that had delved into my pants and stretched them over my head. I sucked in a breath to shout, but his other palm cut me off. He tsked. “Quiet, little female.” I glared over his palm, tears filling my eyes.

He stiffened, watching me with steady, intimidating eyes. His fingers cupped the bottom of my jaw, the touch gentle.

“Calm yourself. I won’t hurt you,” he said gruffly.

“Then let me go,” I said, muffled. My chest pumped up and down and panic took hold of my throat. He breathed in like he was sniffing me. Then, with a disgusted sounding scoff, he let me go.

I dug my heels into the ground and used it as a perch to shove myself backward until there was more distance between us.

If Alpha Graham was a werewolf god, this one was golden Lucifer with brown eyes. Even the way he sat back on the heels of his feet, nude, and cock stiff, he gave off ‘dangerous’. He plucked the phone off the ground. Crushed leaves fluttered off the device. The screen lit up, allowing me to see the full glory of his lethal face-card. He raised an eyebrow, looking up from the screen. The last image I’d looked at was the one of her thighs spread. It was suddenly unbearably hot.

“You should be careful with your stuff,” I stammered. “And I don’t know, put a passcode on it. Not everyone wants to see all that .”

A muscle jumped in his jaw.

I cleared my throat nervously. “Maggie is waiting for me.” An obvious lie considering it was a few hours shy of dawn. His eyes narrowed.

“Who are you?”

“I should ask you that,” I said defensively.

He growled and his phone screen cracked in his large hand.

I yelped and rolled to my feet, running away from the predatory look in the male’s eyes. He was as hot and intimidating as Graham, and just as scary. The males from my old pack held no candles to the males here. Leaves crunched under my hurried steps while the weight of those brown eyes followed me all the way back to the house. Patient, threatening, watching.