.Chapter 8-1
Kane
I was having a hell of a time controlling my lycan, fuck, controlling myself from not jumping on her and taking her right then and there on the cave floor. That would be a real mess, considering I’d kill
her the second I touched her skin.
I cursed the witch in my mind, wondering if my reaction had more to do with having a beautiful
woman in front of me after eighteen years of celibacy than anything else. Maybe this was just
what happened when you went too long without touching another person. Your body forgot how
to function normally around the opposite sex.
Yeah, that had to be it. Nothing more.
I forced myself to focus on her mouth and the words coming out of it instead of the way her lips
moved or how she kept biting the bottom one when she was nervous.
The story she told me was interesting as hell, though. My kingdom had found her mountain years ago and started trying to take it from them. Her people had wanted peace, so the mountain packs
and Kellan had arranged some kind of agreement to let them live on opposite sides of the
mountain without attacking each other.
My son had been negotiating. That was more diplomatic skill than I’d given him credit for. But then
why the hell had he thrown it all away?
My lycan snarled in my chest at how she’d traveled here two weeks ago and barely seen my son
twice before the wedding. What kind of man didn’t even bother to spend time with his future
bride? Even if it was a political marriage, basic courtesy demanded better treatment than that.
Then she got to the part about finding him cheating the night before the wedding, and my wolf
tried to rip free from my skin. The urge to hunt down my own son and tear his throat out was so strong I had to dig my claws into my palms to keep control.
“He was with another woman the night before his wedding,” My lycan spoke to me, “He doesn’t deserve mercy.”
“He’s our pup,” I grunted, though I understood my lycan’s anger. Hell, I was angry myself as well, but I couldn’t kill my blood just for being a cheater…I think.
“And a damn asshole.”
I almost snorted at that. Disrespectful was also accurate. Shortsighted. What the hell had I raised? Well, I hadn’t raised him, my council did. Shit.
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She kept talking, describing how she’d walked down the aisle only for Kellan to reject and humiliate her in front of the entire court. My hands clenched into fists as she recounted his words, calling her
worthless and beneath him.
That part surprised me the most. So I’d been right when I saw her running through the woods, my
son had rejected her. But why? Peace had been at their fingertips, and he’d thrown it away to
publicly humiliate a woman who’d sacrificed herself for her people.
“Keep talking,” I grunted, not trusting myself to say more without my voice betraying the rage
building in my chest.
She looked uncomfortable as she continued, telling me how Kellan had ordered his guards to seize
her as leverage against the mountain, how her aunts had stayed behind to give her enough time to
run.
The more she talked, the clearer it became that my son wasn’t just an ass. He was actively sabotaging any chance of peace. What did he gain from continued conflict?
“Who told you to run?” I said when she paused.
“He’s part of the council. His name is Malec.”
My entire body went rigid at that name. Mal had told her to come find me? After years of respecting my exile, he was suddenly sending people into the woods?
1 stood up abruptly, my instincts sharpening to a fine point. “What did he say exactly, little wolf?”
She blinked at my sudden intensity but didn’t back down. I had to admire that about her, most
people cowered when I went full alpha on them.
“He said I needed to run to the woods and find ‘him, that they were all puppets. He told me to tell
you everything I’ve seen, and…” she paused, meeting my eyes directly, “that you need to go back, or everyone will be doomed.”
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