Alpha Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #2)

by Caroline Peckham

I needed to feel the weight of her in my arms, her soft lips against mine, her throbbing pussy around my – alright fuckwit, let’s not get carried away.

I pictured her in there, just aching for a strong Wolf to come and kiss her lonely lips. Shadowbrook to the rescue.

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. My tattoo symbolised my family, my Element, my undeniable strength and perseverance. But it also hid my weaknesses too. I disguised my scars because I couldn't bear the pain of the memories that went with them. I might have been able to use that pain to my advantage, but that didn't take the sting out of them.

I saved his life. He left me to rot.

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. There are only a few recorded cases of the lovers mark and all resulted in death. It is unknown what breaks this curse, but two opposing theories have risen between scientists. 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.

"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 was always alone...but I’d sing sometimes just to keep myself company." I didn't know she could sing...

She'd fucked with me enough, I was owed a little payback. 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. Despite all I knew about her, how deeply she'd fucking cut me. I still harboured feelings for her that wouldn't go away.

"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."

"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."

The Daring Anacondas. Fuck. Yes.

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

"What did you think would happen? That she would just sit around and pine for you? Grow the fuck up, asshole, it's like the girl said. There's plenty more dick in the sea."

"She said fish," Roary muttered like this whole conversation was pissing him off.

"When I see you, I don't see a little pup, Rosa," Roary said in a low voice, returning to the argument we'd been having before that call. "I see a Fae worth respecting, fearing, following. I see one of the only good things in here and a piece of home I never dared to believe I’d have again. I don't think you're some stupid pup. I think you're the one thing I needed more than anything in this place. Hope."

But right now, it was time to scare the shit out of some people and give Rosalie the ride of her life before I gave her, well, the ride of her life.

"Am I your kind?" she asked curiously and I frowned, shaking my head. "No, sugar, you're better than my kind. Better than most kinds. You're the best type of kind there is actually."

"I've told you before, there isn't one ideal version of what I want. But there are a few, Sin. And you're one of them. Just as you are, no wings, no scales, no jumbo Dragon dick, no fucking tits." She dropped a hand to squeeze one of my pecs and I grinned again, falling under her spell. "Nothing but you. As you are. Like this." She moved that same hand over my shoulder, then down to my bicep, her nails raking lightly against my flesh. "No modifications?" I frowned, trying to get my head around that. "Not one," she swore, her eyes glimmering like moonlight for a moment. "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.

She was a blueberry muffin dipped in hot sauce. My favourite Fae in Solaria. My perfect desire. And she liked me for who I was.

"I love you, Rosa. I love you in all the ways I thought I shouldn't and I'm sick of being afraid of that. I'm sick of wanting you and not having you. Of needing you and not owning you. I meant it when I said I wanted to run away to a desert island with you. But I'd stay in Darkmore for the rest of my life if this was the only place where you were too."

I was smirking like a stronzo when I turned and crawled into the tunnel, but I didn't even care. Roary motherfucking Night just told me he loved me. There wasn't a thing in this world that could sour my mood right now.