The Lone White Wolf (Book one)

Chapter 35

DEVON

The girl looks at me and smiles. "I'm Alyssa," she says with a cheery voice. "What food do you have?"

I summoned some rogues to bring some food in; the three wolves that walked in knew I liked to play with my food, so I could see the smirks on their faces.

Once the food is laid out, Alyssa sits on the chair and gestures for me to join her by patting the seat.

Oh, how I love my food when they don't know what I am going to do to kill them.

I grin.

"So tell me, why were you banished?" I say, taking a bite of bread.

Alyssa relays everything that happened in the pack. I mean everything. Something we didn't even know. I can't help but smile. The beast is also thrilled.

But I drown her out when she tells me about the stupid alpha.

"She changed into a white wolf," she says, suddenly catching my attention.

"A white wolf, you say?" I ask, looking intrigued.

Alyssa growls. "She is called Mila. I was saying the pack didn't know I was watching, and I saw her shift into her wolf form. She shifted into a white wolf," she says and turns to me. "Can I have you for dessert?" as she places her hand on my crotch, which makes my cock go hard.

I smirk. "I will give you something, but I want to know something. Where is that girl now? You know the white wolf?" I ask as I slip my hand up her top and play with her breasts.

She gasps a bit. "She ran in the south direction. She gasps a bit and starts telling me more. "I wasn't back when I was thrown out of the pack," as a moan slips through her mouth.

I keep playing with her nipples, making them hard.

She looks at me, and her arousal hits me. She moves her hand from my crotch and gets up, my hand slipping from her top to my side. I watch her walk over; I turn in my chair to face her. She straddles me.

My cock twitches under her. She goes closer to me. "I want you to kill her for me," she says, closer to my ear.

I plan to, but it won't be for you, darling. I intend to capture her and make her mine. Someone wants to meet her first, but I can have fun with her first.

"Why do you want her dead?" I ask as she places kisses on my neck.

I can feel the beast itching to get out.

"Hold on, let me have some fun with her," I tell him through our mind link. He smirks. I haven't had sex in a long time, but I usually engage with wolves who are lost causes or wolves who stand by me, ready to fight the pack.

"She has been a thorn in my side since we moved here. I don't like her," she says and grinds on me.

I can feel how wet she is.

I lift her and place her on the floor in front of me. I hate kissing women. Turning her around so she has her back to me. She gasps as I move my head down to her ear. "Bend over the table," I say. She does it so willingly; I love it when they submit to me.

She goes over to the table and bends over. She's wearing a short skirt, and her panties are dripping.

I walk behind her, removing my trousers and boxers down my thighs, ripping her panties off, and ramming my cock hard into her wet pussy. She gasps at the sudden feel of my cock inside her but moans as I pound into her hard and fast.

Her moans fill the tent.

I hate the way she does it; I grab her by her hair, wrap my hand around her throat, and tighten.

"Quiet, I want to fuck you," I say close to her ear as I pound even more into her. I know I am finding my release, as I can feel my cock throb. I grunt and pound harder, squeezing tighter around her throat. She is gasping for breath. I grunt loudly till I fucking come all inside her; I turn her around and make her look at me. I let her throat go. She gasps for breath, but her eyes go wide. I know she never came. This was all for me, not her.

I know my eyes are yellow. The beast is coming through. He wants his way now, and I am happy to let him. He pushes me back as he takes over my human form. He fucks her hard, and his claws are out. He pounds into her. She's scared, and I can feel it. I watch everything he does for her and enjoy the show.

Once he finds his release, he slits her throat with his claws, spraying blood all over the tent.

The beast is happy to have fun as he shifts into his form and snacks down on her. I rarely let him, but I didn't like this one much.

Once he was done, I shifted back into my human form and pulled a fresh set of clothes when Yariel walked in. He looks around the tent, and his eyes widen.

"I knew you needed some fun, but fuck Devon, she could have worked for us," he says as he steps over the pieces of her.

"Na, we have plenty, and besides, she would have properly fucked half of the men," I say, taking a chair away from the mess.

"Was she good?" he asks, grinning.

I growl.

"She was too loose; she must have been the pack's slut. But she confirmed the girl was alive," I say. "He told her the truth. We need to make sure we have everything prepared; I want to slaughter everyone in that pack and town. I want her alive. She wants her alive for whatever reason, but I want to have fun with her first."

"You know your mother won't approve of that. She wants her pure, especially for the ritual," Yariel says. "But she said nothing about her having marks on her."

I smirked.

"Have you heard from my mother since George rang her?" I ask.

Yariel nods his head. "Yes, just now. She wants us to meet George. He will get us into the pack and also think she is heading to that dragon," he says.

I let slip a growl. "His blood is worth loads," I say, looking at the dead pieces of the body on the floor and sigh.

"Well, get someone in here to take care of this. Move the bodies to the river. They will look like a rogue attacked them during the night," I say. "Now, let's plan what we need to do. Hopefully, in the next few days, we can get in there. Try to arrange a meeting place with George, even if it's in his stupid town, and we can form a plan with him. Also, see if he can get that other warlock and bear shifter to help him."

He nods and walks away.

"What about your mother?" Yariel asks, stops at the tent opening, and looks over his shoulder at me.

"Tell her we have a confirmed sighting of the girl. Also, tell her we will tell her about that dragon," I say. "We have been in the dark for years and never knew why our wolves never returned to us. Now we do. That white wolf was killing them."

Yariel says nothing and leaves the tent. After a few seconds, three rogues come into the tent and start taking the body pieces outside.

I can't help but smirk while my mind goes to the little wolf.

"I'm coming for you, little white wolf," I say quietly. Even my beast is looking forward to it.