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other patted his cheek much lighter than she would have. The old man
jerked awake and shook his head as if it still rung. Given the size of
Vencel’s fist, that was a possibility. “Would you mind telling me what
the fuck you were trying to prove there?”
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“Don’t speak to me like that, child. I’m tired of skulking the
shadows like a beaten pup. I thought for certain that once the boys
were shown the error of their ways, they would happily join us and
come home.”
“You stupid old man.” She spat at his feet. “You are not here to
think or offer opinions.” Grabbing a white ceramic vase off a side
table, Marika hurled it against the nearest wall. “They were supposed
to be mine, and now you have fucked it up! You honestly think I
would allow them to have a human toy?” She shuddered. “That’s
disgusting. If they want a mistress or two, then they can fuck some of
the pack’s omegas.”
Another piece of cheap pottery flew across the room. “If you had
done as you were told and stayed out of their way, I could have
seduced them away from the weak, little human. Now they’re on their
guard.”
Her father rose to his feet, his body more unstable than it should
be. Even werewolves weren’t immune to addiction, and her father’s
drinking long ago moved from social to a deep down need. “You’re
acting like a spoiled, immature bitch.” He poured himself a generous
serving of the cognac from the snifter on the table. “Couldn’t you
smell their scent all over her? If they aren’t bonded by now, they will
be shortly.” He tilted his head back and swallowed the contents in one
smooth, practiced move. Refilling his glass, he repeated the process
twice more.
“Then the pathetic little human dies. What does it matter? It’s not
like they will be bonded mates with a dirty biped. With her gone, I
can console the twins and bring them back to the pack. They will
want to get as far away from her memory as possible, and why not run
home to lick their wounds and mourn their loss?”
“I think you might be underestimating the human. She knows
what we are but still didn’t hesitate to step in front of the boy and
challenge you.”
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“She is lucky I didn’t tear her eyes out for that insult.” Marika
marched over and poured herself a liberal glass as well. As if the
human could pose any shred of competition. Bad haircut, stubby,
bitten nails, and pasty skin, not to forget she looked far too skinny to
withstand a good fucking. Marika looked in the mirror and fluffed her
perfect hair. That human didn’t have a chance when compared to her.
Marika clenched the crystal snifter in her hand and carried it over to
her side of the room. The last thing she wanted to deal with at the
moment was her father getting drunk and causing a scene. “The only
thing that stopped me is I promised myself I’ll tear her throat out and
watch her drown in her own blood.”
She could feel a smile curve her lips when she visualized the
blood spurting from the human’s neck in time to her heartbeats.
“It will have to look like as accident.”
“We’ll make it a good accident.” She held up her hand and
allowed her manicured claws to break out from the ends of her
fingers. “I want to play with her a bit before I kill her.”
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Chapter Twelve
Mai lay in bed and listened to the soft morning of the forest
around them. One of the guys must have left the windows open last
night. A soft breeze floated over them, and the rising sun shone warm
on their legs. She didn’t remember coming to bed last night. Neither
Vencel nor Gaspar were in very good moods, and she wasn’t entirely
certain her presence helped matters.
They both brooded and gave short answers to any questions. But
when she tried to excuse herself to her room, Gaspar scooped her up
and carried her to the couch. She spent the next few hours watching
TV curled up next to Vencel, with Gaspar’s head in her lap. Neither
of them talked much and didn’t joke around at all, but then she got the
impression they didn’t want to let her go anywhere alone. Last thing
she remembered was asking Vencel to put her cup of tea on the side
table before laying her head against his chest.
Lying partially on her side, she leaned back against Vencel’s large
body. His left arm stretched out over the pillows, and her head rested
in the crook. Gaspar’s head rested on her chest below her collarbone.
She could feel his warm breath against her breast. She didn’t have any
covers, but being sandwiched between two large male bodies kept her
warm enough. Both men gave off enough body heat that she
suspected that she might never need to use a blanket to sleep again.
Her brain froze when she realized she thought in forever terms
with them. As far as she knew, this might be a fling for them. Given
Gaspar’s former career, she didn’t think it could last. She could never
share her men with anyone else and didn’t see herself able to keep
them both interested in the long run. Maybe she was overthinking this
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entire situation? She should go with the flow and enjoy it as it came.
At least she would have good memories after they left.
Men like them didn’t stay with weak women. They were too
strong, and she might never be confident enough to handle that. Oh
hell, when they walked down the street and some woman made a pass
at them. Just the thought of it made her angry. She should find herself
someone more like her, safe and, well, boring.
“We don’t like what you are thinking, Nyuszikam.” Vencel stirred
behind her. She felt him run his hand over her hair and tuck some
behind her ear. She tried to look at his face without disturbing Gaspar
too much. How could he know my thoughts? Gaspar still looked like
he was sleeping.
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