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But I’ve never felt fulfilled by “facilitating the Alpha’s vision” the way a Beta wolf is supposed to feel. I’ve never found obeying orders comforting or natural, and the absolute submission of the Omega class certainly never appealed. I don’t like working in groups and chafe under micromanagement from my superiors. I was born with defiance in my veins and a habit of questioning authority that my mother was afraid would get me killed before I graduated elementary school.
As I grew older, I learned to hide my secret alpha leanings, but they’ve always been there, simmering beneath the surface, making me wonder why other people are always calling the shots.
I want to call the shots. I want to lead the charge. I want to head up the next experiment, decide who I should marry, and when I should marry them, and have an equal voice in my home.
Even my secret fantasies about being dominated by a powerful wolf aren’t Beta-flavored. I don’t crave the comfort of submitting to an Alpha. I crave the combat, the electricity, the fire of two strong personalities colliding in the bedroom. And yes, in my dreams, my man ends up on top—so to speak—but only because I allow it, only because he’s earned my respect and submission.
Something instinctive inside me insists Maxim would get it.
Get me.
And that he’d give me everything I’ve been dreaming about and more.
If I weren’t his prisoner, and if starting something with him wouldn’t guarantee he learns I’m a liar, liar, with my hymen on fire, of course.
I’m still a virgin and once he finds out…
Well, that’s the problem with the “flirt my way into his good graces” plan I cooked up this morning. Flirting with Maxim could quickly become something more than flirting. And if it becomes too much more, the entire thing will blow up in my face.
But Diana did say that he “never” slept with wolves.
So maybe it would be okay to play with fire…just a little bit.
“Seriously, take your time, I’m used to playing second fiddle,” I hear Hermione say, and I turn, my cheeks flushing hot.
“I’m sorry. I was just worried he’ll be mad that I’m out of my rooms.”
Hermione’s lips curve. “Right, and I’m worried that my coffee is going to turn into an ice cream cone.”
I nod seriously, giving her cup a hard look. “Interesting. Is that something that happens around here? I mean, I’ve heard the human world is different.”
She laughs beneath her breath. “It’s fine. He’s magnetic. I get it. I’d probably have a thing for him too, if I didn’t have…other preferences.”
I pull in a breath but stop the question on the tip of my tongue before it can escape into the air. I think I know what she means, but I don’t want to jump to the wrong conclusion, especially when I’m not sure if being gay is okay in this pack.
It most certainly isn’t in mine. It’s grounds for torture. A rumor that a wolf has been experimenting with someone of the same sex is enough to earn them a two month stay at Victor’s “corrections” facility.
Of course, he doesn’t “correct” anything—there’s nothing wrong with the wolves in the first place. All he does is torture them until they’re too scared to act on their feelings or so much as look at the person they used to love.
It’s heartbreaking.
For all his bluster and cruelty when it comes to outsiders, I can’t imagine Maxim having a policy like that one, but years of walking on eggshells has taught me to be cautious.
“Yes, I prefer women,” Hermione says, her eyes dancing with amusement. “It’s okay to ask. People aren’t shy about their sexuality here.”
“But you said Maxim and his dad encouraged pack members to abstain from sex before marriage.”
Her smile widens. “Sex with other wolves. Just because we don’t like to shit where we eat. We all have to live in this tower together. For safety. It’s best for everyone if you hold off on having sex, or children, outside your mate bond. Just makes things less complicated, you know?”
I blink. “No, I…didn’t know. So, you’re free to have sex with…humans?”
“Humans, yes.” She bobs her head back and forth. “Though, they’re usually last on the list. They’re so fragile. You have to be careful with a human in the bedroom. Make sure to keep your teeth and claws under wraps at all times. But fairies, vampires, di-jinn, even a witch if she’s powerful enough—they can all give as good as they get.”
I can feel my eyes going saucer wide. “You sleep with vampires. But don’t they want to kill you over here? Because they definitely want to kill us over there. They hunt wolf blood like it’s the holy grail.”
“So I’ve heard.” Hermione shrugs, her lips pursing for a beat before she says, “The vampires human side are more…refined. They want wolf blood, yeah, but they’re willing to earn it. Never underestimate the erotic devotion of a vampire who’s promised to make you come three times before they get a drink.” She laughs, motioning toward my face with her cup. “You’re scandalized. I’m sorry. Too much too soon?”
I shake my head. “Um, no. I’m just…” I take a sip of my coffee, struggling to name the feeling swirling inside. “I think I’m…intrigued.”
