Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Tell me why you’re fighting here.”
I had heard The Masked Wolf speak when he was being interviewed after winning a fight. He had a dulcet and languid way of speaking. He spoke like how I imagined a prince would speak. But the way he spoke now was different. His words were clipped, his tone harsh. He spoke like an alpha used to command.
I was an alpha myself, but there was something about his voice that made me want to submit. It was as if...as if he was my alpha. The only alpha who could command me.
And so I spoke the truth. “I am looking for a Cavaliere.”
Chapter Two
A Cavaliere, in English, loosely translated to ‘champion’. By the look in The Masked Wolf’s eyes, I knew he recognized the word. Shifter packs rarely needed one because a Cavaliere only served a female pack leader. As far as I knew, I was the only female officially in line to inherit pack leadership.
The Masked Wolf was looking at me closely. For once, he wasn’t looking at my breasts. Reminded again of my situation, I tried to wriggle free. “Aren’t you going to let me go?”
He said briefly, “Never.”
I blinked at his answer. When he didn’t look like he was going to take it back, I yelped, “Are you serious?”
He answered simply, “Yes.” Before I could ponder that, he continued on with a question, “Why do you need a Cavaliere?”
“The normal reasons.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Then you are about to be a pack leader?”
I said stiffly, “Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I can’t lead a pack.”
“I’m sure it doesn’t, but you will have a damn hard time doing so, little kitty.”
“Stop calling me that.”
“Is it too un-alpha-like?” he asked with a smirk. “Perhaps you prefer hellcat?”
“I don’t want you to call me anything,” I said exasperatedly. “All I want is—-”
“Another kiss?”
“Stop putting words in my mouth.”
“Gladly, princess. I have something much better to put inside your mouth.” And then he promptly put his tongue inside my mouth with another heated kiss.
His kiss felt even more addictive, but this time I tried to resist. Now that I had broached the topic, I realized that I had indeed hit upon the perfect solution to my problems. The Masked Wolf would make an ideal Cavaliere. And the fact that I, err, enjoyed his kisses was a bonus. Maybe someday, he could be my consort, too.
The thought had me blushing, but it also had my toes curling. I managed to pull away, breaking off the kiss by twisting my head.
“What?” His voice was rough, and he was breathing hard.
“W-would you be my Cavaliere?” I asked breathlessly.
“That depends. Does it mean I get to fuck you?”
The question stunned me. “What?”
He repeated the question patiently. “Does being your Cavaliere mean I get to fuck you?”
I did hear him right! “How can you ask me that?” I couldn’t decide whether I was flattered or disappointed by his question. A moment later, I decided that disappointment won over flattery by the slightest margin. “Do you really mean it?”
His voice had a note of genuine surprise when he asked in return, “Are you truly dismayed by my condition?”
I would have thrown my hands up if they weren’t already over my head. Yes, he still had me in that position. Yes, it was still quite a turn on. But I couldn’t – shouldn’t – think about that right now. “I can’t believe you would only accept being my Cavaliere j-just for that. I truly need your help, and as a superhero you’re—-” Oh crap. What did I just say?
The Masked Wolf blinked at me. Twice. Thrice.
And then he drawled, “Is it just me, or did you actually call me a superhero?”
Craaaap.
Before I could even think of a way out of that one, we both heard it. The sound of footsteps. A lot of footsteps.
Double crap.
I looked at him in panic. I couldn’t let anyone know I was here – and certainly not in this condition. The Masked Wolf must have understood my concern. In a burst of inhuman speed, he had whisked both of us behind a metal beam and even had the presence of mind to swipe my clothes and hide them under one of the tables.
I sighed in relief, unaware of how this caused my breasts to shake with each deep breath I took.
I looked up, intending to thank him for saving us from having both our covers busted. But no words came out from my mouth when I saw where he was staring at. I quickly covered my breasts, face flaming.
His face became solemn. He pressed a finger to his lips. Don’t make a sound.
Oh, good. He finally remembered we were in trouble and this was no time to think of...breasts. I nodded in understanding. Yes, sir. We definitely didn’t want the other shifters to know we were here.