Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Which is exactly what I’m going to do,” Harris Murdoch sneered. He cupped a hand over his crotch and gave me a lascivious look. “Gonna stretch out that pussy real nice under the full moon, Lady Jamison. I’ll have you begging for it before I’m done.”
This statement seemed to finally pierce Kor’s cool.
“Don’t you dare speak to her like that.” He took a step forward, coming face-to-face with Harris Murdoch. “Don’t even think of putting your fucking filthy hands on her. If you even try I swear by the Goddess herself I will fucking end you.”
I saw Harris pale, though he tried not to show it—like all bullies, he was a coward at heart. He took a single stumbling step back before apparently remembering that the entire town was watching.
“You…you’ll be sorry,” he said, pointing a finger in Kor’s face. “Once I’m Pack Leader, I’ll—”
Kor grabbed the dirty finger pointed in his face and made a swift jerking motion. There was a brittle sound like a dry twig snapping and then Harris was howling and holding his hand to his chest.
“Did you see that? He hurt me!” He howled at the Council. “He broke my goddamned finger!”
“That was for speaking disrespectfully to Lady Jamison,” Kor said coolly. “And this is your one and only warning to stay away from her. Next time I won’t just break your finger—I’ll break your fucking neck.”
He turned and looked at the crowd.
“And that goes for all of you. You can say what you want about me, but I won’t tolerate disrespect directed at my uncle’s widow. Come on, Vivienne—we’re leaving.”
And he took me by the hand and swept me out of the town hall before I quite knew what was happening.
THIRTY-ONE
VIVIENNE
As we left the town hall and headed for the car, I was hoping we could make a quick getaway without running into anyone else. But of course, we couldn’t be so lucky.
“Alpha Korwyn? Oh, Alpha Korwyn?” A breathless voice called and a moment later, Mrs. Browder and her daughter, Cynthia-Ann were right in front of us.
Kor barely glanced at her. He just nodded and tried to keep walking, but Mrs. Browder stepped right in our path. She was a tall, imposing woman with a mountainous bosom and a huge amount of wheat blonde hair piled on top of her head. Her daughter was a slightly slimmer version of her, though her own hair was done in braids.
“Excuse me, Alpha Korwyn,” Mrs. Browder said. “But I really have to talk to you.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t have time right now,” Kor said, frowning.
“But this will only take a minute,” she insisted, moving to block him when he tried to go around her. “You see, I believe that you’re going to win the Alpha Challenge. You have the last Pack Leader’s blood in your veins, and everyone knows the wolves of the Jamison line are exceptionally strong.”
“Well…thank you.” Kor nodded and reluctantly stopped trying to get around her. “I appreciate your vote of support,” he said, nodding.
“Yes—you’ll definitely win. Which is why I want to offer you my daughter, Cynthia-Ann, right now to prove I have faith in you,” she said.
“Offer me your daughter?” Kor honestly looked confused. “For what purpose?”
“For breeding, of course! Just look at her.”
Mrs. Browder dragged her daughter forward to stand in front of Kor. The girl was shivering and looking down at her shoes and she couldn’t have been any older than I was when I was sold to Carter. Maybe even a year or two younger.
“Just look at her,” Mrs. Browder repeated. “Look at those breasts—she’ll make plenty of milk for your babies. And her hips—she’s very fertile—unlike her Ladyship there,” she added with a sniff, nodding at me. “She’s barren you know. Tried for twenty years to give your uncle an heir and never caught pregnant even once.”
Kor’s face hardened and he pulled me closer and put an arm around my shoulders.
“How dare you speak that way? How dare you insult a Moon Widow?” He demanded.
Mrs. Browder’s face went brick red, but she didn’t back down. Instead, she lifted her chin.
“So? It’s true, isn’t it? The new Leader of the Blackridge Pack needs to have heirs to carry on his line. Our Pack has been cursed for generations but I know my Cynthia-Ann could help you break that curse. I’ll even knock her bride price down to a single dollar—that’s how sure I am of her fertility.”
Kor looked even angrier.
“So you’re offering to sell your daughter to me?” He glanced at me, and I knew he was thinking of how I had been sold to Carter. “Have you even asked her if that’s what she wants?” He demanded, looking at the shivering Cynthia-Ann whose dull blue eyes were shiny with unshed tears.
“Doesn’t matter what she wants—she knows she has to serve the best interests of the Pack,” Mrs. Browder said. “She’s a virgin but I’ve trained her right. She’ll spread her thighs for you whenever you ask, and you just wait and see if she doesn’t pop up with a swelled belly in a month or two from the first time you take her.”