Alpha Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #2)

by Caroline Peckham

I just needed to hold her in my arms and feel her heart beat against mine. By the sun, what is happening to me?

“I’ll safeguard it for her myself,” I growled. “And I’m sure she’ll suck my dick in thanks.” Might as well rub it in,

I’d only had a few weeks left in this hell, the taste of freedom had been coating my tongue and breathing my name on the wind. And now it had been ripped away from me. All because I couldn’t fight the urge to stay away from my fucking mate.

the mate bond was a power of its own, driving me to be with her, find her, free her. I didn’t know where it ended and I began. But I was a slave to it. A slave to her.

I wanted to be sorry, I wanted to want to take it back. But now I was mated with Rosalie, all I really wanted was to keep her as mine. Forever. It was conflicting as shit.

A man who was supposed to be my enemy had given me that tattoo. He'd shown me that I could take the pain of my past and turn it into something beautiful, powerful, unstoppable.

“Die devil teeth!” I shrieked,

Hahahaha (to Cain)

I tried not to smile – alright, I didn’t try that hard. I beamed like the Cheshire Cat and when I was marched past Shadowbrook’s pack, I tossed that pretty boy Wolf a wink. Because I was going to see our girl. And he wasn’t. Sucks to be you, kitten.

But before I could even shift, another howl pierced the night sky from the opposite direction and my heart skipped a damn beat.

My nose was full of the pure, masculine scent of him and my heart raced with joy as I spotted this beast of mine, my equal, my mate.

I bowed my head, a knife driving into my heart as I gave her the answer I didn’t want to give.

I couldn’t breathe with her gone. I knew giving her up was also me giving up my one shot at happiness in this life.

I was certain the moon had my back. That bitch was my people and I knew she had a plan.

A moon-gifted Fae may curse their lover for their wrong-doings and have them face the wrath of the moon in penance for their crimes against them.

The first, that the curse could be broken by righting the wrongs of the lovers’ relationship, similar to the familial moon curse, while others maintain that matters of the heart are so fierce, that a lovers mark will always result in death no matter what the curse bearer does to counteract their crimes.

cocking my head to one side in that cute as shit way chicks couldn’t resist. I was adorable. Fact.

"Any man lucky enough to be blessed by the stars to have you as their mate should be praising their fortune and holding onto you as tightly as they can. You're one in a million, Rosa, you shine brighter than any star and you burn with more heat too. If I was blessed with a mate even half as beautiful and fierce and strong as you then I would wrap my arms around her and never let go. I'd give anything to have a girl like you, little pup."

He wanted a girl just like me. He just didn't want me.

But even as my mind worked over the idea, it moved onto what I really wanted even more than her blood. I wanted her mouth, her body, her fucking heart and soul. I wanted to make her mine.

"My own, personal obsession. My drug of choice, the answer to all of my desires rolled up into one little, Faetalian ball of danger. I think you might be my downfall, wild girl. But I think I like the idea of that too."

"So stop making me wait, stronzo, and show me why everyone is desperate to fuck you."

When his lips found mine again, his kiss was possessive and demanding, his huge body grinding me back against the cold metal door which was our only defence against a monster which would kill us if it could, but somehow that seemed right.

"I'm walking you home," he replied with a twitch of his lips that made me smile too. "That's what all good dates do."

“Sto morendo, sto morendo e siete tutti così fottutamente stupidi!”

"You can't fight this forever love. We're fated, you and me, the moon wants us to be together-" "But you don't," I sneered. "And I'm not going to be your dirty secret, Ethan. So choose me or leave me alone."

My wild girl leapt up onto a table, springing off of it onto Ethan’s back and punching him in the head, not holding back despite the fact that he was in on this whole plan.

“She wants you too, kitten,” I purred, striding toward him and raising my fists. “I’ve tasted her lust just like I’ve tasted her pussy. And both are so sweet.”

“Violence is a beautiful mistress, Roary,” I growled. “Don’t you like the way she caresses you from the inside?”

“The two of us could make a beautiful mess of Rosalie,” I rasped as he fought to block off my air supply. “Think how good she’d look between us, gasping our names.”

She was a goddess, a fucking queen.

I didn’t know when I’d realised that, but I knew it in the depths of my soul and I wouldn’t let this piece of shit get away with disrespecting her.

savouring his agony as I thought of what he’d tried to make my girl do. Fuck, my girl? Since when was she my girl? She wasn’t my anything. She hated me. She’d cursed me.

Rosalie wasn’t mine and never would be.

But maybe she shouldn’t have been such a shady psycho bitch and I wouldn’t have had to resort to this.

the curse turned on me once more. And I was dragged down into a sleep full of my past, returning to face the man who’d raised me as a monster. My personal nightmare. Benjamin Acrux.

revealing her colourful arm tattoos to the room at large and I snorted a laugh as I spotted one of a naked dude with curly blonde hair, bending over while a pink Pegasus drove its horn up his asshole and he gripped his hard cock with a look of ecstasy on his face. The words Horny for the Horn were painted beneath it in rainbow coloured lettering and I had to wonder what Caleb Altair would have thought of it if he'd seen it and laughed louder before I could stop myself.

"Also, if we're being honest here, I really shouldn't have been afraid of the big bad Wolf when he told me his mouth was all the better to eat me with. I recently let a big bad Wolf eat me and it was so fucking good that I don't even have words for it."

My Moon Wolf gifts seemed to just show up when I was most desperate for them to, I didn't even know what they were going to do half the time, much less understand how I accessed them, despite the fact that I was under the influence of the Order Suppressant.

Point is, he won't come near you again. But if he does, then you tell me and I'll finish him." My heart pounded at the sincerity in that statement

"They're stealing people's Orders from them," he growled, glancing at the door even though it was locked and his silencing bubble still enveloped us. "They've figured out how to remove it surgically - though the whole process takes hours and is utter agony for the subject. A lot of Fae die from the shock of having it stolen though, which is what happened to your Mole friend."

So far they can't figure out how to place the Orders into someone else though. Their goal is clearly to figure out how to give Fae multiple Orders."

"Maledizione della luna,"

"I'm a Moon Wolf," I replied, holding his gaze. "The moon offers up use of these gifts as and when it sees fit. I don't understand them any better than you do, I just follow what the moon pushes me to do. I couldn't remove the curse even if I wanted to."

"When I saved your life, you punished me in just the same way, locking me up in the dark for far longer than he ever had with nothing but my memories of him to keep me company. And if you haven’t figured it out yet, my memories aren’t somewhere I like to reside,”

“So no, boss man, I don't want to remove the curse. And if I could give you another one, I'd do it in a heartbeat."

payback really was a bitch. And she had nothing on Rosalie Oscura.

I swear the mate bond was getting stronger, begging me to go to Rosalie, to make it up to her. And I wanted to, I really fucking did. I just knew there was no way she was going to accept me into her life unless I proclaimed her as my mate to my pack, to the whole fucking prison too.

I just needed to say it. Even if it didn’t change anything. She had to know. “I miss you every day. I think the pain of being away from you is going to kill me.”

How the fuck had he shifted into my girl? How had he used his Order? Why the fuck had he attacked me? Then himself??

I really fucking hate Sin Wilder. I pushed the plum between my cheeks, bending forward a little and working it up my ass because apparently I would put anything in there for Rosalie.