Taming the Wolves (Viking Omegaverse, #2)

by Lyx Robinson

While I planned with Thrain to rid ourselves of Lord Aedan, I discarded the thought that even monsters like him had mothers.

“May I ask you all to kindly not look so happy and joyful, please,” Gofraid booms at us. “Firstly, because it aggravates me. You’re all ugly enough without all this smiling. And secondly, we are navigating a diplomatic disaster. Some gravitas would be appreciated.”

Where Thrain is crushing and irresistible, Ivar is all sharp edges and stings of pleasure, and Olaf… he is solemn, leading me on, controlling the pace.

What father teaches his daughters to revile their own bodies and treat their own flesh as something to abuse, an enemy to punish?

Blood pays for life, says an old, old voice, and I know now why it makes such a potent offering. Blood is life, life itself,

So many times I have wished for the same power that men have; the right to violence, the right to anger. The right to take and take without guilt. To devour.

“Oh, God… we’re going to Hell, aren’t we?” “If we do, at least we’ll go together.”

Sibling love

She is both things. The terrifying goddess and the uncertain, frightened girl. How can a woman manage to be both? How does she manage it in her head?

I never thought men in power could do that. Recognise their faults. Change their minds and admit it like this, openly and candidly.

I’m tired of demanding things. Of desiring things. My desires feel too big, too heavy; they drag at my feet.