Unraveled

Chapter Nine

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Duke lounged on the grey wraparound sofa, her body plenty warm from not moving for hours. Across from her, seated in an black African wood throne like chair sat Abel. While she had been giving him the stank eye all three hours, he had been observing his little female.

She started out brewing with a lukewarm rage slowly progressing into a wildfire of conniptions before climaxing into an inferno of hellish screams and blows that rained down upon Thaddeus. Of course Thaddeus would take it. He'd have to for he knew the reaction her reasonable fit would land her in the pit of Tartarus with Abel.

Abel just smirked smugly as he watched his twin get the berating of a lifetime, his lycan peeking out at the vehement female.

"I don't know why the fuck you grinning, you freak of nature. I'll knock your teeth so far back that you'll be shitting them out for days." She seethed, rounding on the complacent male.

Duke would not take this laying down. But neither would Abel. He was the alpha, not this wisp of a half breed.

"Abel don't." Thaddeus warned, his concern heightened for the little female even though he knew why she was lashing out. He'd be the same way if someone had someone tell him that they left his brother in a horde of strangers.

He just would've been a bit more subtle about it.

Duke knew she fucked up when a strange gleam entered his whiskey eyes. The aggressive posture in her slacked and gave way to a wave of uncertainty, leaving her to do the fish. Gaping mouth and wide, blinking eyes.

The large male grew even bigger, as impossible as that sounds. Duke knew it was the beast, the Lycan emerging and her heart thumped roughly against her breastbone and ribs.

Abel took great joy in seeing her freckled face pale with fright, the lycan inside growling contently while ascending into his human's world. A final click of unrealistically sharp teeth and Abel and his nature were one.

"You want to play, little rat?" His voice was slurred from the mouthful of razors. "Then I'll teach you how to properly."

A bellowing growl had her knees knocking but her stubborn nature held her still. Chin tilted up, nose scrunched up and arms crossed, Duke was every male's worse nightmare. An resisting female, one that refused to bare their neck and take a neck. Her fall from pride would be a painful lesson to dish out.

Duke didn't have to prepare herself for the speed that the heavy male moved at, only shying away at the last possible moment. But the clawed hand wound itself around her tricep, yanking her back into his hard chest.

Eyes wide and her heart in her throat, Duke could do nothing but glare spitefully at the rakish twin's actions, her gaze boring into Thaddeus' eyes. Her hands gripped his muscled forearms tightly as he rolled his hips against her, his cock was hard and Abel had no shame, the hot length prodded against her lower back.

He began walk forward and Duke had no choice but to follow. Hand reached up and wrapped around her slender throat, applying just enough pressure for Duke to hear her own heartbeat in her ears, her pulse becoming known to her. Behind her, Abel's smile was that of a triumphant predator.

"The thing is, little rat, you do not make the rules here; I do, my brother does, but never you." His words were garbled through those immense canines.

He guided her down into a kneeling position between Thaddeus' long, spread legs, the amiable twin curious as to his brother's actions but he had an idea of what was about to take place.