Page 18 of Carnage Island

“You’re all right,” he murmurs, his voice deceptively calm.

I am definitelynotall right,I want to tell him. I’m the complete opposite of all right. I’m fucking terrible. I’m trapped in my wolf form, accused of a murder I didn’t commit, and currently being cornered by twoCarnage Wolf Alphas.

“Well, she’s a bit wetter than I expected,” a third voice says, shooting ice through my veins. “Not that I’m complaining. A wet woman is always welcome in my presence.”

Make thatthreeCarnage Wolf Alphas.

I clearly pissed off a moon deity in my past life.

Because my world has been officially turned upside down in the last few days. And now I’m going to die at the hands of these savage beasts.

Except the one beside me is stroking my fur with a reverence I don’t understand. And he’s… he’s humming?

Why is he humming?

My wolf is completely relaxed, laying beside him like a wet log of fur. She has no concerns about being surrounded by these Alphas. Actually, she’s…content.

What is happening?

“Why can’t she shift?” the male beside me asks.

I perk up at that.Yes, why can’t I shift?

“I have a few guesses,” the one with the slight accent replies. He’s crouching beside us now, his intense blue gaze taking in every inch of my form. When he leans in to sniff me, I stiffen. At least inside. However, my wolf merely stretches like she wants to show off her legs for him.

Then, to my absolute horror, she starts to roll onto her back and show him her belly.

What the fuck is wrong with you?I demand, livid.You were all fierce and angry and now you want to submit to these three Alpha males?

“Hmm, I see you’ve taken control,” the blue-eyed Alpha murmurs, reaching down to stroke his palm along my exposed abdomen. “Are you protecting your human, little one? Hiding her from some sort of trauma?”

I consider that for a moment.Is that what you’re doing?I ask my errant animal.Are you allowing me to heal before you give me back control?

“Or maybe your Alpha mate didn’t give you permission to shift back?” he continues, his brow furrowing with the suggestion.

My mind reels with the possibility.

Canton inspired my wolf to come out. But he never forced me to change back.

Is that why I can’t shift?I wonder, my heart skipping a beat.What does that mean? Will I be stuck like this until he brings me back?

Oh, moon…Canton will never help me. Not after everything that’s happened.

I’m going to be trapped forever…

“She can’t attend your party in this state, Caius.” The strong Alpha speaks in a soft tone, but his words are underlined with authority.

“No shit,” the third Alpha drawls, moving closer. “She’ll be mounted by all the wolves in this state.”

My wolf reacts to that, a low whine leaving her throat as she starts to hide her belly again. The blue-eyed Alpha allows it, giving her space to curl into a protective ball. But he continues to run his fingers along my fur, just like the one behind me now. He’s still humming, the sound oddly soothing.

“She’s not an Alpha,” he says again, this time talking about me rather than to me. “A Beta?”

The blue-eyed one runs his fingers along my neck, then up to my snout to draw a line to my nose. “She’s small,” he says. “And submitting like an Omega.” He leans down to sniff me again, then shakes his head. “Her half-breed genetics are confusing my wolf.”

Caius joins him in squatting before me, his soulful eyes finding mine. He studies me for a moment, his dark irises seeming to swirl with knowledge. “She’s not feral.”

“No, not at all,” the blue-eyed one agrees. “Just very scared.”