Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 66904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
It takes me some time to recover from our mating session and return to Wrath. He is not known for being patient, but the fucking she deserved could not wait.
“Yes,” I say, returning to my usual taciturn demeanor. “She’s been bred again. Several times.”
Wrath grins broadly, all my tardiness forgiven.
I am glad to have distracted him with this truth, and I know that in all likelihood he can scent the mating on me. Lettie’s soft human pussy drenched me with her juices as she squirmed atop me. I am wearing her essence like a mark.
He thinks I am enjoying fucking her and bragging about it. That is the perfect cover because Wrath is and will always be a danger to me. If anything, he is only growing more dangerous over time. Now, more than ever, I must keep my innermost thoughts a secret from him. He represents an unimaginable threat not only to Alpha Thorn’s grip on the city, but to my own happiness. If he was to understand, for even a second, how intensely and swiftly the bond between Lettie and me has grown, he would use it for his own ends.
“Go and get her and come with me. I have much to show you, Shan. You are fast becoming one of my most reliable and trusted men. In this organization, that comes with responsibilities.”
“I will need some appropriate attire for the human. Her suit was detonated, but she cannot keep wearing scraps.”
Wrath nods. “Go back to your quarters. I will have something suitable brought to you very soon.”
I thought he would tell me such things would take time. Truthfully, I was attempting to stall. I have a very bad feeling about where Wrath wants to take me and Lettie. There is always a part of me that is convinced he has already seen through the charade of my loyalty to him and intends to kill me. Then again, he does not need to lead me outside Grave City to do that. He could do that right here, as I stand. I must not give into paranoia. My cover is solid.
Ireturn to Lettie, who is napping in my bed. She seems blissfully unconcerned by all that is happening around her. She is trusting in me to keep her safe, and for reasons I cannot entirely put my finger upon, I am starting to worry. There is something in the air. Change, perhaps. I have never liked change. Or more than that, simply the sensation that things are coming to a head. Wrath is right. He has begun to enact a kind of criminality that cannot be tolerated. The alpha will need his reserves back. I am keenly aware every time I venture to the surface just how uneasy the truce is becoming between the governors and those they attempt to govern. Wrath has always filled the city with spies, and now Thorn is doing the same. He is recruiting directly out of Wrath’s organization in some cases, finding malcontents and those who are motivated purely by greed.
A net is tightening around Wrath, slowly but surely. But I know full well the underworld’s alpha will not go down without a fight, and he is not entirely unaware of the way Thorn is attempting to play him at his own game. My concern is that this will eventually become bloody, and when it does, it may claim the lives of hundreds.
A brief rapping at the door indicates the presence of a runner. Wrath does not waste time dispatching his minions to do his bidding.
The saurian at the door hands an outfit to me.
“Wrath says this should fit your mate. He wants to see you both as soon as she’s dressed and ready to go out. Don’t keep him waiting.”
I know the last part is coming from Wrath, and not the runner, because the runner’s voice quavers when he has to say that to me. He is gone before I can reply in any way, which is probably just as well for him.
I find myself holding a fresh human-sized skin-tight suit. It is not like the one I found her in. It does not have endless pockets and tricks and such hidden in a multitude of pockets. It is bright pink with a purple chevron over the breast, made from a robust, thick, rubbery-type material, and it comes with a new pair of boots to match. It is quite striking. I find myself curious as to what it will look like when she puts it on.
I return to the bed and nudge Lettie gently, feeling warmth of an emotional kind pass through me as she opens her eyes in that slow, mammalian way she has, stretching her limbs and curling up again in an expression of pure coziness and contentment. Being a human looks to be a very comfortable experience at times. They are very warm and snuggly little things, and they enjoy blankets the same way saurians enjoy basking.