Page 27 of Wulver's Flame

Chapter 12

Liùsaidh

The cramps eased off. I was sure he had poisoned me. A poison from his land that I couldn't identify. One so powerful it was killing me from the inside out. He was full of lies and wanted me to submit to him. To be his thrall.

I glanced at the beast, but he stood mumbling to himself. He looked to the rafters, and I followed his gaze. There was nothing there. Only shadows.

His head snapped around, and I clutched the pelts. Icy fear shot down my spine.

His eyes—they glowed. Not golden, but glowed like molten lava.

Old.

No, ancient.

“Build your nest.”

The words hit like thunder, crashing through my skull.

His command was unmistakable.

I crawled to the clothes, unable to resist.

“I am your Alpha. I live to protect you, Liùsaidh. We are bound by blood, fire and fate,” he said with a low rumble from his chest.“Blessed by Fenrir.”

The wolf god?

My hands kept weaving the nest, but my thoughts spun like leaves in a storm. The scent that plagued me made me pause and press his tunic to my face.

My mouth watered, and my insides quivered.

Not in pain, but need.

A throb low in my belly, deep and aching.

I didn’t think.

I bent down and buried my face in the bundle of his clothes. The scent of the wild. The beast. Of him.

Wood. Pine. Smoke.

I throbbed until my thighs were drenched.

Honey cake.

I was engulfed in bliss.

“You will invite me into your nest and I will take away your pain.”

His voice yanked me out of my drunken state.

I inhaled one last time as my insides clenched, and a gush of liquid oozed out of me. I sat up in a daze and weaved the clothes faster.

My mind was broken, but I was too tired to fight it.

I needed him.

Only he could take my ache away.