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  “Lift your knees, and touch yourself,” I demanded, watching as her forehead creased and a white line marred her mouth. “I wasn’t asking.”

  Braelyn obeyed, but just barely. I doubted anyone other than her father had ever forced the princess to do anything. That sadistic prick had cherished his only child, and it hadn’t been in a healthy way, either. He’d been almost obsessed with her, and it had forced us to create our own language to escape his notice.

  I watched Brae’s clumsy fingers moving to her core, slowly sliding her fingertips through the mess I’d made by simply tasting her. Settling between her thighs, I watched her working them through the folds, and yet she never once touched her clit. Pushing my pants down my hips, I began stroking my cock, which pulsed with the need to be buried in her tight cunt.

  Brae lowered her eyes, watching my hand slide along my shaft as her own moved faster, finally working the bundle of nerves that ached for release. Her breathing grew labored as if watching me turned her on. Her hand paused, realizing she’d done what I wanted, and her eyes burned with anger. I knew it was coming, bracing for it as her foot lifted and slammed into my chest, sending my body several feet away from hers.

  I steadied myself then smashed into her, pulling her legs apart to glide my cock against her needy pussy. A strangled cry ripped from her throat, and I could smell her need to fight and fuck, marking her as an alpha to her fucking core.

  “Come on, Brat. Show me what you got,” I laughed, watching as she turned, bucking against my body. “That’s it. Come on, Brae. Show me those pretty red eyes.”

  I craved the battle, the need to slam her down and fuck that fight burning within her out. She knew it too, which was why she fought her wolf and me. A deep, ominous growl rolled from her lungs, and I matched it, knowing my men were outside the door, craving to join us. Every male within a fifty-mile radius would smell her body struggling to be the dominant wolf. They’d all relish the fight, but my scent would prevent them from reacting.

  Reaching down, I spread her thighs apart and shoved into the heat of her tight pussy. Her growl exploded into the room, and I didn’t need to see her eyes to know they were the color of freshly spilled blood. Instead of fighting me, she slammed her need to the base of my cock, forcing my body to shudder as she clenched hungrily against my cock.

  “Fuck,” I moaned, watching her fuck me as if I was a war she waged without needing to be told to rise to the battle.

  Braelyn fucked like she was wounded, unhinged. Like she was one of us, a tortured soul, so fucking twisted and mutilated that it was already stripped down to bare-bones. I didn’t move, didn’t need to. She continued slamming against my cock with a violence that shook me to my core. It was ten years of need unraveling within her soul, matching mine. When she slowed, I leaned over her, grabbing her leg to hold it up, going deeper into her body until she whimpered.

  Her fingers found my thigh, pushing her nails into my flesh while giving me as good as I was giving her. I increased the speed of my hips as her face dropped to the bed, and she started thrusting back onto my cock again. I had only bitten her once, and she’d allowed me to take her needy cunt like she knew it was mine. I released her leg, moving to her hair as I threaded it through my fingers, wrapping it around my fist before I yanked her back.

  Braelyn’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, making my balls grow heavy with the need to spill my seed within her achingly tight pussy. I could feel the walls of her channel clamping down on my dick, knowing it ached to be fucked as hard as I was taking her. She didn’t complain or beg me to stop. Instead, Braelyn fucking howled, gasping as her entire body tightened and her breathing turned to ragged breaths before she whimpered my name, whispering it against the bedding as I rode her harder. Fucking hell, she’d come from the violence and wasn’t even stopping me.

  Turning her body over, I pulled out. I leaned over her heaving chest and stared into her pretty, Nordic gaze. Ice-blue eyes held mine captive and widened as I pushed back into her body. Fucking hell, she was exquisite. She lifted her feet, wrapping around my hips as I slowly moved against her pussy. It clenched, tightening with every thrust into her welcoming heat.

  I’d expected a fight, but she wasn’t fighting me at all. She was submitting, which was confusing and pleasing at the same time. If she didn’t want me for a mate, why wasn’t she fighting it?

  “I fucking hate you, bitch,” I hissed.

  “I hate you too, asshole,” she whimpered, rocking against me.

  If she hated me, why was she fucking me as if I mattered? Why did her eyes stare into my soul like she recognized it as a part of her own? Nothing Brae did ever made sense. It was as if she feared letting me see the darker parts of her soul, yet she was taking me like I was hers by right.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard that every time you move tomorrow, you’ll feel me fucking this pussy.”

  “Then do it already because I like you much better when you don’t speak.” She slammed her ass up, seating my cock so fucking deep into her body that we both gasped, trembling from the pleasure.

  I unleashed my anger and pent-up rage on her, slamming her body against the bed and pushing her thighs up to her shoulders. She cried out, gasping as I repeatedly smashed into her pussy until we were both growling and panting with the need to come. Neither of us looked away from the challenge burning in our silent gazes. We knew our wolves were watching their mates find pleasure while asserting dominance. Braelyn exploded, her eyes widening as her lips parted with my name sliding off her tongue. It was all I needed to bury my face against her shoulder, biting into her flesh, sending me over the edge with her.

  The taste of her blood was heaven, causing my wolf to howl with his need for her to mark us back. It wasn’t fucking happening, but the idea made my balls ache to fuck her again, and I hadn’t even finished draining them into her pulsing cunt, still clamping against my cock while sucking it dry.

  I collapsed on top of her, fighting to control my breathing as she did the same. Brae’s scent hit me, and I shuddered against her warmth, slowly forcing myself to shield my emotions on how she made me feel. Pushing up to my knuckles while boxing her against the mattress, I sneered.

  “You’re weak. Are you sure you’re not a beta? You fuck like one. No alpha pussy here,” I announced, watching her features smooth out so as not to reveal how my words made her feel. She shut down like it was a mask she wore, pushing me away from her as she sat up. “Go clean up and make sure you look presentable. I won’t have you running around like some mountain bitch when you’re to be the womb that carries my children.”

  Her eyes slid to where I sat on the bed, and before I could guess her move, she’d slammed her foot into my face, sending me across the room. My anger radiated inside the room, but Braelyn didn’t react. She just stared at me with her features cooled, and not a whiff of her emotions carried in the air between us. She’d struck hard and fast, and if I hadn’t seen it was her, I’d have thought someone else had attacked me. Silently, she watched me get to my feet, and I glared at her as anger pulsated through me.

  “Fuck you, asshole. Find someone else to carry your offspring,” Braelyn snorted, standing to move into the bathroom. “Wrong bitch, Saint. You can find someone else to use and carry your babes. You’ve successfully done it before. I won’t be that girl—ever, dick,” she fumed, and yet there was nothing to alert me to her anger. Wolves scented emotions, but Brae’s were—missing.

  I stood there, shocked that she’d moved as fast as she had. I’d met three other creatures that could move that fast, and two were standing inside this room. I tilted my head, hearing the sink turn on as she cleaned up, leaving my scent on her sore pussy. She didn’t climb back into the shower as most women would, which meant she didn’t care who knew she was mine.

  “If you ever try to wash my scent off from you again, as you did earlier, I will chain you to the bed and fuck you until I am so deeply embedded into your womb that you won’t be ab
le to eradicate my fucking scent. I won’t let you leave it until you’re dripping me out of your sore, bruised cunt, Brat.” Lifting my nose, I waited for the smell of her anger, but all I found was her scent that drove me crazy.

  Braelyn’s scent had always called to me, even before I’d known we were mates. She smelled of peonies and vanilla orchids, which weren’t strong as other women’s odors. I’d enjoyed Brae’s aroma because there was a sexy undertone that spoke to the woman she would become. Everything about her had been perfectly balanced and gorgeous.

  She exited the bathroom, stared me dead in the eye with a smile curving her lips. “You could try, but I doubt you’d get what you want from me in that aspect. Clean up, asshole. I won’t have the pack thinking you’re some weak-ass city boy who can’t handle being alpha to a mountain pack. Put something on that tells them you’re not as weak as you fuck.”

  “I think you like being fucked hard. Don’t you?” I challenged, watching her eyes sparkle with amusement. She fucked me with her eyes harder than either of our bodies could ever do. Braelyn looked at me, her pretty mouth curving into a smile that made my balls ache. “Come on, Brat. Admit it. You like being fucked like a dirty girl. You like being bruised and taken hard. Last night when I was gentle, you hated it. Why is that?” I questioned, already knowing the answer. It didn’t change me wanting to hear it from her mouth.

  “You don’t care how I want it, Saint. You like to hurt me, and maybe I’ve come to accept the fact that I was made to be abused by those who are supposed to love and cherish me. You didn’t want it slow and nice, either. You wanted to hear me moan as you fucked me hard and fast. You wanted the entire pack to hear me screaming for you. I’m not an idiot, and I don’t need it spelled out for me. If I’d have been quiet, you’d have done whatever it took to make me scream. Plus, I was into it, too. It reminded me that you returned simply to punish me. I know where we stand. I’m just the bitch you want to break, and you’re just the man I used to love.”

  “Love? You don’t get to speak to me about love anymore, Brae. You had mine, and you threw it away.”

  “I protected you from my demons. You think I lived a posh life being pampered and spoiled. I know what I did was wrong, but I had no other alternative. And don’t stand there like you’re innocent—careful throwing rocks at glass houses. You may not like what you find.” Her eyes held mine briefly before dropping her gaze to the floor. I saw the pain in her aura that made me want to explore it, but I wouldn’t.

  I had expected her to fight me, but she hadn’t. She was an alpha, which I could see in her stare when she didn’t lower her gaze from mine. I’d expected her to be weak and easy to break. The old Braelyn was meek and sweet. This one wasn’t. Mating between alpha pairs was usually violent, yet she’d barely struggled. Instead, she’d given me back my anger, unleashing her pent-up need on my cock, and she hadn’t tried to mark me.

  “I think I like your mouth better when it’s working my cock,” I snorted, watching her tongue jut out to lick around her lips while she held my stare. Fuck if my cock didn’t jerk and take notice.

  “I bet you do. Too bad I don’t really care what you like, Saint. Help me out here. Do I get on my knees like some brainless whore, or do I get dressed? I’m uncertain of what you’re expecting of me now. I can get dressed, making sure that I don’t look like some uncouth mountain bitch, or I can stand here while you fucking insult me some more, but I can’t do both.”

  I stared at her, trying to keep my mouth from gaping at the balls on this bitch. She wasn’t what I had expected her to be, and it left me reeling with how to treat her. I’d hoped to come back to the woman that had banished me. I’d returned to a different woman altogether.

  I’d been shocked at her work ethic today. As the daughter of the pack alpha, she didn’t have to work. Her pack members had moaned and groaned because it was apparent she did it often. Instead of getting the hint and taking a break when I’d relieved her of the ax, she’d moved to another task without hesitation. She paused only to let her wanton stare slide over the men, then back to me with lust. She’d examined my men with curiosity, but she ogled my body like she wanted to ride it vigorously, and that had turned my dick hard. Hell, watching her do anything made me hard with the need to make up for the time we’d lost.

  I’d watched Braelyn with respect burning within me that had pissed me off. The pack had acted like it wasn’t a huge deal for the pack alpha’s daughter to pitch in and carry her weight. When she’d said she was going to do pampered princess shit, I’d assumed she meant a massage, not manual labor that was shit full-grown men did within the pack. We’d all watched from where we’d exited the lodge as Braelyn worked the ax like she was taking out her aggression and anger on the wood—just like men fucking did.

  She’d placed her own life in danger to save a toddler and then fought a shifter without hesitation. It felt like I’d stepped into a dream, watching the woman who’d once been weak and feeble lead the pack by example. Shit, most alphas didn’t do that sort of thing.

  I’d left here when Braelyn was on the brink of becoming a woman, or at least by wolf standards. She’d seemed small and frail against my body. Yeah, she held herself at arm’s length, but she was the alpha’s daughter, and there had been a ton of pressure on her. Never in my wildest dreams had I expected to return to a warrior who didn’t pass off the most challenging jobs to the men or other members of her pack, choosing to do them herself.

  “Tell me about Chaos, and how you found him,” I asked, listening to Braelyn rummaging around inside the closet as I pulled on my pants.

  I’d spoken to my son, and he’d bragged about having the alpha’s protection. I’d felt scorn at thinking Harold had raised my son, but Chaos laughed it off and said Braelyn had raised him. That had sparked a multitude of questions because he acted like she was the pack alpha. I want to know why she had raised my offspring. Chaos told me she’d plucked him from the omegas at a very young age and raised him herself. That wasn’t what females did when faced with the offspring of their mate from some other woman. Most mates would have scorned Chaos or denounced him immediately. Braelyn hadn’t, though.

  According to my son, Brae had raised him in a manner that never made him feel anything less than wanted and loved. She’d told him about me, explaining that I hadn’t left by my choice. She’d told him about rejecting our mating and that I’d been banished as a result. Yeah, she’d skipped telling him the part where she sent me off to be tortured, but then again, he was only ten. And, of course, admitting to Chaos that she’d allowed his father to be continuously tormented for the sick entertainment of others wouldn’t have gone over well with any child.

  “What about him, Saint?” she asked from inside the closet.

  I moved toward her, leaning against the door as she bent over, rolling on a sexy-as-fuck stocking and connecting it to her garter. Her panties were plain and black, covering most of her luscious ass, and shouldn’t have been as sexy as they were. She turned, looking at me with the same blank look in her eyes as she had the day she sent me away. My eyes slid over her flat stomach, and I squashed the urge to see it swollen with our child. That had to wait until I knew if she was part of what had been happening here.

  The idea of Braelyn carrying my child sent warmth rushing through me. We’d often spoken about how many children we’d have, and she told me she’d give me as many as we could have because she’d wanted to carry my children. I could still see Braelyn’s sparkling eyes, filled with tears, her pretty lips curling into a blinding smile as she’d whispered her love, promising to protect our babies from monsters.

  “Why’d you raise my son, Braelyn?” I asked, somehow managing to hide the emotion those words caused. “What is he like?” I swallowed the urge to smile as her eyes sparkled in amusement.

  “He won’t talk to you, huh?” A shit-eating grin curved her full lips before she smoothed it out and shrugged. “Chaos is so smart, Saint. He’s stubborn as he
ll and so prideful that he ends up in a ton of fights. He wins, of course, because he is strong, even though he’s smaller than the other boys his age. Chaos is wild and adventurous, and nothing scares him. If you asked me, I would say that he took after his father a lot more than his mother.” I hung on to her every word, watching her smile beaming at my son and his stubbornness. “I raised Chaos because I couldn’t find you. I looked, you know, but the first year you were just gone. It was like you and the boys had all vanished. I had assumed it would be easier to find a crew of wolves out causing mayhem, but you guys must have stayed hidden for a while. Then, I fell in love with him, and even though he doesn’t carry my blood, I treated Chaos as if he were my own, and I’ve loved him just the same.” Braelyn turned, giving me her back as I narrowed my stare on her spine.

  “It would have been impossible to find us considering what you and your father did to us. You sort of hid us yourself, didn’t you?” I snapped, watching her attention shift back to me with her dress held in her hand.

  “Excuse me?” Her scent filled the air with fear and something else I couldn’t discern. “What did you just say?”

  “Is that fear I smell?” I crept closer to her and grabbed the garment from her hand. Holding it up, I looked at the slinky black dress and placed it back onto the hanger, withdrawing the crimson dress instead. “Or guilt?”

  “Both,” she admitted in a breathy tone, watching me drag my stare over her naked tits, which hardened beneath my gaze.

  “Why would you feel guilty?” I helped her into the dress, and she remained still, staring at me as anger rippled from me, unchecked.

  “Because I lied in front of the pack,” she whispered, dropping her gaze. “Because you are my mate, and we both knew it. The pack knew the truth, Saint. I was trying to protect you from my father.”

  Her words caused anger and pain to slice through me. Admitting she lied and that she’d still done what she had didn’t help soothe my resentment. Her rejection had been the worst day of my life and ended in a year of unimaginable pain. Every night I slept, I dreamed of her finding us and freeing us from the unending pain we endured.