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“My lot is me and two little girls, so you can tell your princess to shove her vendetta up her royal ass.”
Marybell’s face is the color of a ripe red apple. “Take it back.”
“I won’t.”
Marybell jumps, but I intercept, picking her up and walking her to the stool, where I sit her down on my lap. She’s trying to get up and get to the healer, but I hold her in place with a hand over her middle. The females shout obscenities at one another and speak Kilseleian so fast, I have a hard time translating.
Since I’m amused by the fighting females, and glad my breeder is well enough to show me her fiery nature (I’d never have guessed), I wait for the breeder to say what she has to say to the healer and vice versa. I know what’s good for me, and when females argue, the best thing I can do is sit tight and wait it out.
While I do, Marybell wiggles on my lap, naturally arousing me. She has a temper. No, not a temper. Her loyalty and passion, which, as a lycan, I admire, make me hard. When a lycan falls in love, he makes the most loyal lover. It is only fitting the loyalty be returned in kind. I have no doubt this breeder, if given a chance, would fall in love and become the most loyal of companions.
Which means I must take better care of her.
Standing, I haul the breeder over my shoulder. On my way out, I extend my hand toward the healer. “You have a job. Take care of the breeder. Start with this hut.”
I stare down at my hand, waiting for her to shake it. When she doesn’t, I say, “Do you understand?”
“No, Alpha.”
“Which part is unclear?”
“All of it. You’re asking me to care for Marybell Hanna?”
“Mmhm.”
“Oh no, you don’t,” the breeder says.
I spank her. “Quiet.” To the healer, I say, “She needs a female companion and a healer, and you need to earn so you can feed your girls. Which part is unclear?”
“All clear, Alpha.” She shakes my hand, and I leave for my hut, boos following in my wake. Well, I can’t keep the breeder dirty and inside a hut with spilled fish soup on the bedding and boar bloodstains in the middle of the room now, can I?
7
MARYBELL
The brute carries me past his clan mates as if I’m a sack of potatoes. I stop protesting and join them in booing him all the way down the street.
The traitor to the Kilseleian crown, the wife of one of the king’s mages who attacked milady during the horde invasion of the palace, follows us.
The Alpha stops, and I hear the door opening just before his booted feet stomp inside a warm place. Since I’m upside down, I see the traitor lady’s worn boots stepping over the light wooden floors. She closes the door, and the lycan puts me down.
Upset, I look around, and stop frowning immediately.
It’s a log cabin. Bug lights trapped in yellow glass globes molded into the high ceiling cast a soft glow on walls made from stacked natural wood logs. They’re all light wood and different from each other, and it’s the differences that make them beautiful.
What a lovely home. I hate that I like it.
The fireplace on the opposite wall heats the open living space. To the left is a small kitchenette, and a door that’s hopefully a private chamber. A loft that I presume houses a bed looms over the kitchenette. There’s another space on the right of the living room, further down from here and around the corner, but I don’t venture there.
“This is a beautiful home,” the traitor says as she walks farther inside.
“You think so?” the alpha asks her, though his eyes are locked with mine.
I pretend I swallowed a lime and make a sour face, at which he chuckles.
“You like it,” he says.
“Do not.”
