Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
“Is this place normally so empty?”
He shook his head. “You are not to be in contact with the wolves yet. Alphas’
orders.”
I wondered why that was, but it was a question for later because I had books to read.
“Point me in the direction of something good to read,” I said, and Hank pointed to a shelf ahead of us.
I picked up the book and gave him a droll stare. “Finding the Joy in Silence?”
“Something you need to learn.” He eyed me, and I smirked, heading off to find a book at the other end of the aisle.
“And this would be perfect for you.” I dumped the book in his hand.
“Communication for Dummies. Ha ha. Go find your little romance books or whatever it is you humans read,” he snapped, but I saw the smile in his eyes.
And he wasn’t wrong; I usually read the filthiest books I could get my hands on.
The widows’ hut in between the villages was technically out of bounds, but I usually snuck out there to trade Ms. Malorta’s sexy writings for some of the wine from the barrels I stole when no one was watching, or too scared to tell me not to.
But those were not the books I was looking for today.
“I was actually hoping to find some stuff on the wolves. I’m here for a while, and as much as getting ravaged every day sounds super fun, I want to know when they have to eat and sleep compared to me in case they get carried away and forget that I have other needs.”
I smiled and he nodded once, almost looking impressed with my choice.
He pointed to the wall on the far end of the library, next to the window.
“Wolves. Our history, habits, whatever you want to know,” he said, and I walked over there, reaching for a book, when his hand clamped on mine.
“Problem, Hank?” I asked, hiding the fear in my voice and facing him with a straight stare.
“If anything you read here passes your lips outside these walls, I will kill you,” he warned.
I wanted to bite back, but I knew he was just looking after his kind.
I was human, and I could tell my father their secrets, I could go to the vampires, or worse, the shadows. I couldn’t fault him for that, so I placed my hand on his and smiled.
“I know I’m just a human and my word probably means nothing, but I care about them, Hank. I’m not going to do anything to put them in danger,” I reassured him, then turned back to the books and piled them high in my arm as Hank stepped back against the wall and guarded.
The same as usual, but the air was definitely lighter so I took that as a win.
I spent the next half hour taking in the information I could about the wolves I now lived with.
They only need to sleep every forty-eight hours.
They are always hungry but never starve. They don’t have to eat unless staying in their wolf form for longer than twenty-four hours.
They need sex at least once every lunar cycle (twenty-eight days) to keep the wolf and magic at bay.
That little fact had me eyeing Hank.
“So if wolves don’t have sex, they actually die? Never mind food or sleep, just sex?”
I asked, and Hank shrugged.
“Sex and shifting. As long as we do those two things, we’re good.”
He grinned like it should unsettle me, but it didn’t. I was intrigued and kept reading.
“It doesn’t say anything about marriage in these books. Do wolves have husbands and wives?” I asked, and he shook his head.
“That’s a human thing. Wolves do what they want until they find their mate.”
“And wolves only mate with one person?”
“One wolf,” he corrected, and I tried to ignore the pang in my chest.
I hoped the alphas didn’t find a mate. That information I could’ve done without.
“Do you have a mate?” I asked, closing my book and turning to Hank.
He nodded once, not looking at me, so I kept facing him and crossed my leg over the other.
“What’s her name?” I asked when he said nothing else. He scowled.
“None of your business.”
“Funny name,” I teased, and he let out an exasperated sigh.
“Here’s a fact: wolves still need to use the bathroom on a regular basis, which is where I am going to go and enjoy two minutes of peace and quiet. Stay here,” he warned, and I smirked, trying not to retaliate to the challenge that his words gave me.
I nodded once and indicated to the pretend halo around my head with the most innocent smile I could manage. He scoffed and left the library.
I looked out the door wondering whether I should go venturing while I could, but I was quite fond of my life and I’m pretty sure I’d lose it if I went wandering the halls full of werewolves.
I turned back to my books, picked them up, and went to switch them with others that might give me more details on werewolf magic itself, even the shadows if I could find something.
I went hunting through the shelves when there was a bang from behind me. I jumped and spun to the sound. A book had fallen from the shelf, but there was no one there.
I frowned and picked it up, putting it back before checking the empty aisle for any red eyes or shadows that might be fucking with me.
There was nothing there. I turned back around and shook off the goosebumps that made me think I was being watched. I took a steadying breath, telling myself to stop being a paranoid freak, then carried on looking.
Another book fell.
I gasped and spun so fast my heart raced as a man with all three areas tattooed across his bare chest stepped down the aisle, a hungry look in his dark eyes and a dangerous saunter as he came forward.
His fingers ran across the spines of the books, slowly, and something about the smirk he wore screamed threat.
I swallowed hard and backed up into the bookshelf behind me.
“I spy with my little eye something beginning with…” He paused, walking closer, in my face. “Human,” he growled, and I sucked in a breath.
“Hi,” I said, not sure what else to say, not sure how much danger I was in at that moment, but it felt like a lot.
“You shouldn’t be here, little girl,” he warned, and I knew he was right.
So I ran.
19. The Threat
The man let out a maniacal laugh and used his cheating wolf speed to cut me off at the end of the next aisle. I tried to run back– but then he wasn’t the only one there.
A tall woman who looked like working out was her thing blocked the other end. She was beautiful, with flawless skin, but her teeth were sharp, her claws out, her eyes red.
She had a tattoo that combined all three territories, vines wrapping around a tree and turning into a wave over it on her chest that was only covered by a crop.
Her hair was dark and piled on her head, her eyes surrounded in smoky makeup that looked like the same charcoal I drew with back in the village.
She was stunning but looked every bit as lethal as the guy who had a scar in his eyebrow and a lightning bolt in his buzz cut.
I backed up into the side of the shelf as they cornered me, my heart racing so fast I thought it was going to break right through my ribcage and leave me behind.
“Don’t come any closer. I’m here for the alphas,” I snapped, gripping a book in my fingers behind me.
The girl narrowed her eyes at that as the guy let out a booming laugh.
“Oh, they got a new toy, did they? Their usual choices are a little more durable, but I’ve always wondered what a human would feel like around my cock,” the man taunted, and I threw the book at him as hard as I could.
He dodged it, and my fear tightened in my chest.
“Well, you can keep wondering because I won’t be doing anything with you or your cock.” I stepped away, but it was closer to the girl, and I realized my mistake when I bumped into her chest.
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