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?

Shadowbrook to the rescue.

I swear Sin Wilder was as sane as a sober nun when he went in there. Alright, maybe as sane as a drunk nun who’d had a stint in Starfall Asylum. But still. He was definitely fifty percent crazier these days than he used to be.

I was attached to my little wild girl and I was tired of Roary glaring at me like I’d ridden all of his moms and slapped his dad while I did it. Was it so wrong that I’d let the Belorian out? Was anyone really that upset about it? Anyone who’d died was dead, and anyone who hadn’t wasn’t dead. So why were people still angry?

Ignoring social customs was one of the biggest weapons against society I’d ever learned to wield. If people thought you were deranged, they stayed the fuck away. Being unpredictable made me terrifying, even to guys who were bigger and stronger than me.

She was my own special brand of pudding made of my darkest fantasies and my cock’s personal temptation. She tasted like rainbows and the best fuck I was yet to have. She was sweet and pure and dark and wild. And I would make her sin for me so good that she’d never be able to forget me.

"Sex pot? Is that really you, honey bee? Oh, kitten, I've been missing you something chronic.

"What the fuck, Sin? I thought we were having a serious discussion," I snapped. Gah, he was so damn frustrating at times. "Well, I just thought you were really fucking bad at dirty talk and I was trying to spare your feelings," he grunted.

I just hoped my moon curse was causing him problems because as it stood, that was the only weapon I could wield against him and even if I didn't fully understand it, I was certain the moon had my back. That bitch was my people and I knew she had a plan.

"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."

“I’ll never tell. I’ll protect him with all I have because our love is pure and unbreakable. That’s why I have to stay hidden. Our love is constantly being thwarted by that bitch he married calling the cops and telling lies about me, but we’re destined. Elysian Mates. These are just the tests the stars have put in place for us, but soon he will come for me and get me out of here and then we will have our divine moment and if that nasty, possessive, ass-eating, manipulative, pussy-blocking twat he married wont step aside, then I’m fully ready to cut a motherfucker-”

"Because society has spent years trying to make you conform to the rules of social propriety that make for a boring as fuck life. But you don't want to say no because deep down you're just as wild as me and you wanna watch the world burn at my side."

"Are you all stocked up on sexual energy or something? Because that party seemed right up your alley to me." "Nah, wild girl, I don't think so. I've done enough bad shit, good shit and damn outrageous shit in my lifetime to figure out that there's a difference between what's easy and what's worthwhile. And you, sweetheart, are the most worthwhile Fae I've met during my entire incarceration and maybe even before that too. I don't want a sex fest with a pack of Wolves, I want the undivided attention of the Alpha, and all the time you keep looking at me like that, I'm not taking my gaze off of you."

"Only you, wild girl. If I didn't know any better, I'd have said you were a Siren sent to lure me in, but instead I'm beginning to think you might be something far more dangerous than that." "Like what?" I asked breathily. "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."

"Oh my sweet, hairy grandmamma's balls," Plunger said excitedly. "I will most definitely dig your hole, ma'am. I’ll dig it deep and wide so we’ll all fit snuggly in it together."

I took my time washing myself, making sure I got all of the paint out of my hair as I enjoyed the small luxury and I maybe made some overtly sexual noises while I did so like I was on a Herbal Essences commercial from back in the day.

"Are you going to tell us where this secondary location is?" Gustard asked irritably. "Not all of us have Orders who can shift into a creature that can run a long distance." "Well that's not my problem," I replied with a shrug. "I promised to get you out, not drag your one-eyed ass back to your mommy's house. I'm sure you'll figure it out."

"Seriously? Where would someone put that? I'd need a kooch the size of a garbage truck to enjoy that."

She wet her lips, gazing down at the waterfall and oh fuck my moontits, was that a blush lining her cheeks?

"This is how I want you." She gazed into my eyes and I saw a truth there I had never expected to see from any Fae. She wanted me. As I was. Just the way I was. She was Mr Darcying me right now and I was Bridget Jones in my granny panties, bared for her to see and she liked it. She fucking liked it.