From the way Alpha's glaring at , I'm pretty sure he wants dead. Well, living isn't all that great right now.
The Lycan King looks at again. "Answer the question, human."
But my panicked brain can't quite recall what it was. Averting my gaze from his intense gray eyes, my eyes dart around the room, flinching away from Alpha's glower.
Instead, I look at the Lycans sitting at the table. One of them has fiery red hair and freckles all over his cheeks, and he leans his elbows on the table, smiling faintly when our eyes et. Out of everyone waiting for to speak, he's the only one who seems remotely approachable.
It gives a tiny boost of courage, enough to take a deep breath and rember the question posed to . "My biological parents were killed six years ago. Alpha…" My words falter as gray eyes flash, and an instinctive part of my brain insists he doesn't like using my adoptive father's title, even if it doesn't make much sense. What else are you supposed to call your pack alpha? "Um, Alpha Keller ca three days later, saying he was a family friend, and adopted as his daughter. I've lived as his daughter for six years."
Alpha slams his fist on the table again. "Lying cunt!"
The explosive sound has jumping back a step, and I focus on the Lycan King and his strange tattoos. It's easier than looking at his eyes, stormy yet cold. His winter storm temperant is easier to weather than Alpha's fury, though.
"Go on," the royal in front of says, his Adam's apple moving as he talks. One of his tattoos stretches and moves lazily along, as if it's noticed watching. Impossible, of course, but at least it gives my brain sothing to latch onto that isn't… terrifying.
Then again, the man's my kidnapper. He could be the worse option.
"For six years, I was known as the alpha's adopted human daughter—"
A sigh. "You already said this."
"Um." Licking my dry lips, I dare to glance up.
The Lycan King seems to have lost interest in my words, glancing instead to the red-haired Lycan at the table. But this is my chance to set the record straight, and I need to take it. "In that ti, I developed a friendship with soone in the pack, and it turned into a relationship. I suppose it could be considered inappropriate, as I am only human. But that isn't why I ran, sir." Wait, how do you address wolf royalty? "Uh, Your Majesty."
Soft snickers ripple through the crowd behind ; I must have chosen wrong. My cheeks burn, but the sound dies instantly as the Lycan King's hand rises, quelling the laughter.
"Um." Another lick of my dry lips; my mouth is parched, my throat sore now from talking without a drop of water. "I was drugged, I think, and thrown into the forest during the Mate Hunt. I don't rember how I got there, and woke up alone."
Wood splinters. The table cracks in two as Alpha's fist connects with its surface. Chunks of polished oak scatter across the marble floor. "Enough with your lies!"
A roar rips through the room, making my bones vibrate. "Sit, Brax!" The Lycan King's voice drops to a deadly whisper. "Or I'll take this as a challenge to my authority."
Alpha's chest heaves. Veins pop on his neck as he glares at the king. One heartbeat. Two. Three. But he submits, shoulders slumping as he drops back into his chair.
The red-haired Lycan's lips twitch. He kicks the table away and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms as he watches, like it's dinner theater.
"Continue your damn story." The king's words crack like a whip, this ti at .
"I—" My throat closes up. "I found out that my mother was once Alpha's mate." Whispers. A lot of whispers, and gasps too; I guess not everyone knew. "He thought I was his daughter, but I'm not. Just human. When I didn't shift, he—" My voice cracks, despite trying to keep it steady. "He, um, threw out and sent to work at the oga lodge."
A peek at the Lycan King's face tells nothing. Does he believe , or not?
The words are sour and stuffy in my mouth, hard to push out, but sohow I manage to admit, "I left because there's no place for here anymore. The pack sees as less than nothing, so I ran. I want to go back to live as a human, with humans."
My eyes burn, but I refuse to cry, blinking as fast as I can to keep them at bay.
"A strange story," the Lycan King says. There's absolutely nothing in his voice to tell if he believes my words.
"A false story," Alpha says, but I don't look at him. I can't. His gaze is burning into the side of my face, but I refuse to acknowledge it.
"Who is it?" the Lycan King asks, and I blink, my eyes rising to et his again. There's a muscle twitching in his cheek, his eyes narrowed and dark.
Going through my own words in my head, I can't figure out what's unclear. "Excuse ?"
His hand snaps out, fingers locking around my throat, and my heart slams against my ribs. Not again. The room spins. Why is it always the throat? Is strangulation sothing that speaks to their more primal side?
Stupid question when I'm about to die, but…
"Please." The word cos out as a wheeze, though I can still breathe. "Everything I said is true."
"Who. Is. It?" Each word drops like ice, his fingers tightening with each syllable.
My hands fly to his wrist, but I might as well try to bend steel. The tattoos on his arm writhe and twist, serpentine patterns that make my vision blur. A whimper escapes my lips, and I suck down air.
Easily.
Very easily.
In fact, he's not strangling at all, though his fingers might leave marks on the sides of my neck.
My heart rate slows a smidgen. "Your Majesty, I swear I'm—"
"The relationship." His breath fans across my face; it slls like peppermint. "Who is it?"
Oh. My mouth goes even drier—not that I thought it was possible.
"Answer ." The king's voice drops lower, a growl that vibrates through his fingers and into my bones. The pressure increases, but only at the tips of his fingers. My lungs are still free to fill themselves with oxygen.
"Xander," I whisper. "Alexander Sterling." Pointing in his direction, I can see in my peripheral vision Nora is still beside him, but the details are unclear. My field of view is dominated by the Lycan King's face.
I wonder how Xander looks. Apologetic? Or is he going to deny it all? Will he spew lies like Alpha, or admit what I say is true? Probably the forr.
A snarl rips through the room. The king's eyes flash, his pupils expanding until there's nothing left but darkness rimd in quicksilver.
Quickly, I add, "But it's over now. He—um, he found his mate at the Hunt."
Sothing flickers across the king's face. His fingers twitch against my throat, and for a heartbeat, I think he might snap my neck right here. But then he releases , leaving to stumble back, chest heaving with each gulping breath.
I could breathe, but it was still hard through the panic.
"Co forward," the king commands, turning to Xander. "Let see who dares touch what's mine."
My stomach drops.
Wait. What?
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