Page 68 of Forever My Siren Luna

If that plan has failed, and the niece is still without a child growing in her belly, I will have to try again with just brute force and hope this time that it is enough. Maybe since Alpha Wayne has been plagued by pirates, the southern pack has been too.

This cretin. He is failing me at every turn. My disdain for the man grows each day.

“Your daughter,” I sneered. “Where is she?”

The pathetic alpha looked taken back. “My daughter? You did not.... You did not call for her.”

“She is mine, is she not?” A sinister laugh escaped my lips. “You promised me one thing, and did not fulfill your end of our bargain. Are you wishing to abandon your other promises as well? Do you think that would fly with me?”

That was our binding agreement in all of this. I take his daughter as my chosen mate, fastening my clan's fate to his pack. This was formed as a mutual benefit to us all. I get the souls, the torment and agony for my clansmen to feast upon, increasing our power. He gets the resources of each pack we overthrow.

This was a pack I tried to conquer on my own, but have failed every time.

I have been coveting the southern borders for far too long. I want access to the sea. I want to feel the satisfaction of overthrowing the greatest, strongest pack on the continent.

I want that juvenile alpha who has overcome everything I have thrown his way, even after ending his father and mother, to beg at my feet before I tear the last remaining sanity from his mind, torturing and devouring all he loves right before his eyes.

Since I can not do that at this moment, thanks to the inadequacy of this man, my rancor will have to be sated in other ways.

I can not defile this man. Not while I still need his cooperation. His daughter, on the other hand, had already been promised to me. It is time he fulfilled one of his promises, since he keeps failing me as of late.

“I’m sorry, Lord Tenerbris. I can send for her right away.”

An evil smile spreads on my face. “See that you do.” I snapped my fingers, signaling for my men to bring out something to entertain me until my chosen bride arrives. I plan on making her the jewel of my collection. The power a full Lycan she-wolf can pass on to my heir would be immense.

She will be the focal of my entertainment soon.

Alpha Wayne’s eyes lit up greedily as a harem of my most exotic conquests, the ones too prized to let go, are dragged into the room. Most have come to accept their fates, nothing more than submissive tramps that have learned to adhere to my every whim.

There are those that I have not broken yet. Still chained and collared, they are led in on leashes, fighting against my dark fairy knights who bound them, dragging them forward with menacing sneers at the women's fight.

These are the ones I am hungry for tonight. I'm hungry for their demise. The ones who need to be reminded of their desolate future. They still have hope of an escape from their fate.

There is no hope. Only acceptance. Once I deem something as mine, I do not let it go.

“Lord Tenerbris. Might I….”

“I think you have much to do,” I killed his hope of taking part. “Starting with bringing me your daughter. Then, you need to figure out how to worm your way into Hidden Cove’s defenses. My men are growing restless. We will not wait much longer.”

“But the pirates. I can not risk losing any more men to them.”

“You could go by land,” I lifted a brow.

Some of my more submissive slaves who had long accepted their fates are surrounding me now, waiting for my command.

I take the best of the best from each pack, each kingdom, every village we conquer. Once my conquests are broken, I keep them well as my pets.

I lean over to run my tongue along the ivory bust of a girl I acquired from an eastern elvish colony. My men feasted on the magic of her lands for months, and most of the women were taken as slaves.

Her eyes remain dazed, accepting and meek.

My hand traveled to a red-head's locks who was crawling on the floor in front of me, just the way I taught her. I spread my legs as she settled between them, staring up at me and waiting for the order to continue.

The anticipation is like foreplay, exciting me and antagonizing them.

My taloned finger flicked under her chin, her green eyes no longer burning with the desire to kill me for what I did to her Lycan pack years ago.

This one was the sister of a naive Alpha. I had my men break her thoroughly, right in front of her brother. It was after his mate was raped by most of Alpha Waynes men, and then my own. We did him and her the justice of at least killing her before we moved on to the sister.