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My head lifted, and I sniffed. Sadie’s scent was beginning to fade. That only made it worse.
“Open your mouth. Wider.”
I shoved my cock inside, grasping the blonde hair in front of me as my hips surged forward. I had to shut my eyes, pretending it was Sadie on her knees. Dark hair. A sweet smile. Eyes that shimmered with lust and need.
My hips swayed, driving deep, even when I heard the girl choking. She sputtered around my girth, but I didn’t relent. I couldn’t. The vargulf grew excited. He rammed down the willing throat and enjoyed the saliva that dripped from the quivering mouth. He saw only a means to satisfy himself.
For the first time, I felt disgust. The conflict waged a war inside me. I wanted to stop him. A sneer dominated my lips, and my fangs elongated, a partial shift allowing my claws to break through my fingernails. The pain of it sharpened my focus.
And that was the moment I realized I was no longer fully controlled by the vargulf. He didn’t dictate my every thought and action. His thoughts and mine. . . separated. Two beings. One body. A shared soul.
It never occurred to me until now that becoming the vargulf had ripped away my human/wolf side. I’d assumed it was consumed with the merger. But now I understood it was a deception created by the vargulf. A means to keep me submissive to his demands, to follow out his carnal appetites, and to kill without mercy.
Wolves were not bloodthirsty, mindless killers. That was the vargulf—his requirement for the privilege of combining our essence and becoming one with the monster.
Until now, I hadn’t realized how much I’d given up. He almost destroyed my wolf and the man I had once been. The thoughts raced through my mind as I felt the vargulf’s excitement. He liked that the girl reached out and gripped his legs. She tilted her head back, allowing deeper penetration.
Shocked, I realized he didn’t know what I felt.
We had somehow. . . unlinked.
My body went through the motions, shuddering as I spilled my seed, growling when the girl swallowed it down. I felt nothing. The enjoyment belonged entirely to the vargulf.
It was strange. He didn’t seem to notice the alteration.
I could feel everything he wanted, desired, and needed. It no longer dominated my every thought or overtook my will but dug in with sharp, painful barbs. I winced, but no change in facial expressions betrayed the pathway of my thoughts or the confusion that slowly gave way to rage.
He tricked me, used me, and bent my will like every other being he deceived since our merger. Everything was always about fulfilling his needs and objectives.
Even the war with the Devil’s Murder MC.
And that was when the conflict became too much. The fury over my son Fang’s death gave way to sorrow and the truth that he was also to blame for the accident that night. He was so stubborn, so defiant. Fang had to learn everything the hard way. He bucked against my will as Alpha.
But. . . did he? Was that only the perception of the vargulf?
Nooooooooo.
My son. Dead. Why did he rush off that night? What happened? I had no memory of those final moments before he sped off on his motorcycle. I struggled with blame and agony over his loss.
My head began to pound with a sudden ache, like a dozen hammers were battering against my skull at once. My vision blurred. The vargulf stilled as she sensed something was off.
“Get out,” he roared to the girl who scrambled to listen.
The door slammed shut as she left us alone.
Fatigue pressed in, and I stumbled to my bed. I flopped onto the mattress as my vision darkened. Before I lost consciousness, I made a vow to discover the truth, and if the vargulf killed my son, I would destroy him.
THE VARGULF REGAINED control.
When I awakened, his mind almost completely shut out my thoughts. I felt his triumph when he knew I figured it out.
So, he wanted to battle wills. Fine.
The vargulf forgot one crucial detail. He was a beast, but I was the Alpha. I had access to power he would never be able to use without my consent, and I didn’t fucking give it. Not anymore. Now, I was fighting two wars. One with the vargulf. The second with those fucking crows.
Game on, motherfuckers.
The vargulf still couldn’t hear what I thought. Sure, he bulldozed back into control, but now that I wasn’t unconscious, he couldn’t maintain it. The Alpha wolf part of me wouldn’t allow it.
