Taming the Wolves (Viking Omegaverse, #2)

by Lyx Robinson

He merited punishment, surely – but to be hacked to pieces?

I know I shouldn’t laugh but, that’s kinda funny

I had a man murdered. I robbed a mother of her son. All because I could not bear to do my duty as a wife.

Girl id do the same thing. And I’d even have Thrain wack him a second time with the ax just to make sure the job was done 🤣😶

my husband lies underneath the cross, his innards strewn hither and thither in buckets and pots, because I willed it so.

“Hither and thither” ??? Girl, stop making me laugh 😭

I’ve never had any particular qualms about the realities of our work. If anything I felt triumphant at first, to be the master after having worn the chains.

That’s kind of…. Despicable

Gofraid made a braid of your bones earlier.

“Braid of your bones” is a crazy bar

morning came, and there were only two options in front of us. Either she went back to her husband, or we got rid of him. We came to the agreement together.”

No like those were really the only two options. It’s just a little shocking that y’all so quickly chose the second one given most people probably wouldn’t have…. I’m on your side though

a pity that they have ruined you entirely. No Christian man will want to wed a battered widow who has lain with Vikings. It’s really quite a waste.”

Well damn

it’s such a relief to consider getting out of here and going where the people are.

Lol, okay Ariel

I can’t trust that she won’t climb onto me as soon as she’s lowered my guard enough.

Well that’s scary

the conversations between the sparse clumps of Vikings dwindle as all those bearded faces turn up to us. To my amazement, they all stand. It must be for the lady. I bow to her,

They think you’re descendent from a goddess… I’m pretty sure it’s for you babe

Concern shines in her face. “Will you be all right?” It’s a pointless question. We both know I won’t be. But I give her a smile and a firm nod.

Yikes

Perhaps this is all going to turn out fine, after all.

Dangerous thought

Her brother has lagged behind, talking now with Nýr

Im waiting on those two to get together I can’t lie…

“It’s a strange god that must birth himself a second time,” Thrain rumbles. “Perhaps he knew he would not be entirely real until he was birthed by a woman.”

Purr

Rhun strides alongside Nýr,

I need those two to kiss. Real bad

She is right there – right there, outside, running in the grass towards me, a heavy shield in her hands.

Why is she doing this? Girl you have ZERO combat training!

Nýr is close to Rhun, now; blood drips from both their weapons,

I NEED their pov!

Delight surges in me to hear how her disdain echoes my own.

Hating the same person will really bond people together

“It shouldn’t have surprised me,” Thrain rumbles, his voice quieter than before. “But it did. I was afraid for you.” That… that hurts.

No cause, damn. I would feel bad as hell even though you’re literally in the right 😭

One of Nýr’s arms lies negligently across my brother’s body. My chest clenches. There’s a lot we’re going to have to talk about.

I want Rhuns pov more and more every chapter… I’m so sad

I lick my lips and try to speak. The words squeeze out through a tight throat: “I feel like I backed you into a corner.”

Honestly, yeah you did…

His seed is still inside me; I clench to keep it in as I move around,

Is that smart?

“As friends?” That earns me a smirk. “Friends,” he echoes. “You attach any more weight to that word and it’ll break.”

🤣

“Have faith in yourself,” another Dubliner jeers at him. “We all know you can have a man erect in seconds.”

Tea

I can scent a man on him; several, in fact.

Give. Me. Rhuns. POV.

The way we hold ourselves around her now is no lie;

I know this isn’t meant in the aave way because he literally means it’s not a lie, but I can’t stop hearing it that way 😭

We eat with our hosts. Ivar is the one who tries the most for conversation, as always.

And that’s why he’s my favorite. Like that’s so cute lol. Plus I like that he’s a little mean

At one point a heavily tattooed Pict sits with us and finally deigns to speak some Gaelic with us. From the look he gives Ivar, it is a purely interested decision; his attraction to my brother has apparently overridden his own political inclinations.

I just know Ivar’s a baddie lmao

“You were sent here to kill me, weren’t you?” he purred.

Tea.

My eyes are growing hot – hot as I’ve never felt – as though my soul had risen there. He stares into them with his delicious intensity, as though seeing something there that deeply satisfies him.

Im almost positive your eyes are red rn. Definitely giving moon craze

my fear at the idea that she was abandoning us for her Brittonic-speaking friends.

She is…

“Perhaps she’s enjoying herself,” I suggest grimly. “Well, I would,” Ivar says.

🤣🤣🤣

I can’t tell from this distance if that is Uradech’s head. But it must be, surely. Because who else… who else could she have killed? How many men has she killed? From the voices, it sounded like several. How?

Oh this is TEA

let me choke her to sleep.

Crazy bar 😭

he is mine, too – mine in a way that is inevitable.

“The men are outside, though. Ours and Causantin’s, all waiting for us.

The Albans? Nah, they dead

“I wouldn’t expect any different from a pair of cock-sucking sodomites.” Rhun yells Go to Hell! just as I use up my voice shouting Go fuck your father’s corpse!

The difference in the level of you and Rhuns insults sends me

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

Purr

“He probably laid a curse on me, but, what can you do.” That makes me laugh. “You don’t sound too concerned.” “According to your people, I’m already cursed. What’s another to add to the collection?”

I love ivar down

“I didn’t know about this ability before now. I was never taught how to use it,” she says. “And neither have my kinswomen in Strathclyde.” I wince as she admits it; it undermines the direction that Olaf was trying to take, to convince the men of her fearfulness.

Yeah that was kinda upsetting

Ivar laughs bitterly. “You need not worry about that,” he says. “That alliance is long broken by now.” The air in the room tightens. No. No, what is he doing, bringing that up? Olaf and I glance at one another, then at Ivar, though it’s too late now to urge him to shut his mouth.

Why does everyone know nothing of diplomacy?

He spits out a tooth and it clatters on the maps.

Damn, not a tooth

“Gods, to sleep the day through and wake to a neat resolution of all our problems. What a dream.”

Truly

You can try and fold yourself into a good girl as much as you like, it will not earn you their love in return.

Did Eormen…? For all the shock on her face when she guessed my choice of companion, did she manage to stumble into illicit relationships with heathens, too?

TEA

I stare ahead at the fire, very far from pitying myself as she pities me – I want that with Thrain, I want to claim him. To belong to him. But how on Earth am I meant to admit it to her?

Just say it.

So much has been crammed into the mere six days since my wedding with Aedan.

It’s only been SIX DAYS?!?!?

I gesture at one of the servants. “Wine,” I command her.

Rude

I close my eyes, playing the old child’s game – if I can’t see all the people around me then they aren’t there, they aren’t real. They can’t see me.

Real

“But then we had the type of experiences that bring men together,” Ivar says, and Thrain splutters into his horn, trying to cover it by swallowing. I stare between them, wondering if I should understand something from Ivar’s teasing tone. “Battle, for the most part,” Ivar clarifies.

Oh those two DEFINITELY touched private parts.