The Wolf Series #3: Between Two Worlds

Chapter 34

Readers' Discretion: Themes of abuse and sexual assault; mature themes.

Chapter 34

The packhouse is livelier today. There is always a group of Wolves in the Diurnal packhouse, but today seems to be bustling more than usual. I see the older females and their mates preparing dinner in the kitchen, and the hallway that stretches from the front door to the back door is like a freeway. I step around a pair of teenagers who lean against the banister of the staircase as I pass by the entrance foyer.

"Prophet Amelia," One of them acknowledges me, which causes me to stop and bless them both.

Dayton's deep voice on the other side of my phone brings me back to the present, "We'll be in Breccia by nightfall tomorrow. We'll wait until you cross the border."

"Okay, I'll be leaving tonight so I'm likely to beat you there," Mateo and I nod at one another as we pass one another. Rowan is hot on my heels, and side-eyes every Ganymeadean we walk past like they're about to lunge at us. "Did you bring the chains?"

"Had to go into that creepy storage cellar of Serani's to get them," Dayton, The Prophet of War, chuckles light-heartedly, "Was surprised when I didn't find any Wolf pelts or some kinky bondage cabinet—"

"Tell him to shut up," Rowan mutters under her breath. "He's just projecting."

"How would you know?" I raise an eyebrow and smirk. Her eyes narrow at me when I say to Dayton, "I thought you were a virgin, Dayton. How would you even know bondage equipment looked like?"

"Tell Rowan that I'd happily break my celibacy for her—"

Rowan lunges for the phone but I successfully dodge her. She huffs loudly but I'm not buying it. These two are always teasing one another—I find it hard to believe that they actually dislike each other as much as they preach to.

"I'm about to go into a meeting—"

"Oh don't go telling yourself that little lie," He laughs loudly as I twist the doorknob to Adrian's office, "You're going to hang out with your little boy toy—"

"I'm hanging up now," I shove the phone in my pocket the moment I make eye contact with Adrian. His eyebrow cocks up but he says nothing. The corner of my mouth begins to lift, but I tense up when I glance around the room, "What in The Moon's name is she doing here?"

Adrian glances between Rachel and Gracie, "Uh, which one are you referring to, little wolf?"

I narrow my eyes at Rachel and meet her glare. She flinches the moment I take a step towards her, "You're not being brave by showing your face after what you did. Just very fucking stupid."

"The only thing I'm kicking myself for is for aiming too high."

Her venom is short-lived. Before I can even move a muscle, Adrian has her down on her knees and her throat in his grasp. She struggles and tries to claw his ironclad grip from her windpipe, but to no avail.

I can feel the beast inside him barrel against Adrian's self-control. This monster knows whose Mark he wears. He wants to taste her coppery blood and feel the insides of her throat against his tongue.

Adrian's jaw flexes. His Wolf goes silent again.

"I will have no unnecessary violence in my pack, Rachel. You are no longer under the protection of Mira. I won't be so slow to curb your hatred," She doesn't even have time to flinch before his teeth are buried deep within her throat. His eyes glow green as his Wolf is summoned and Marks her neck. She goes limp and whimpers like a newborn puppy. He sets her down and wipes his mouth, "I am your Alpha. And if you act outside of my parameters again, I will make sure it is the last action you make in your life."