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“That will go away in time. You have been forcefully changed so quickly, your body doesn’t know how to feel. Everything will be enhanced, and it will take some getting used to. I’m sorry. I wish I could give you more time, but I know you can do this. You are so strong, both of you, so just breathe for me.” I press my hand to Vale’s chest and then Lucien’s, keeping track of their heartbeats.
Vale lets out a low purr and then seems shocked as I chuckle.
“Don’t worry, that’s normal too.”
Lucien’s chest rumbles with a possessive growl, and I roll my eyes. “That too.”
I just breathe with them until they are relaxed enough. “Okay, so we have no time. I need you to change. I’ll start with Vale. I have a feeling you’ll be the hardest since you have such a stick up your ass about emotions.” I pull away from Lucien, who chuckles and leans back into the bars to watch the show.
“What do I do?” he mutters.
“Change, duh.” I wink. “You need to feel to call your wolf. Feel anything and he will come. I’ll teach you control if wesurvive this, but for now, it’s enough to bring it forward fast and hard.”
“He’s too good at controlling what he feels,” Jai remarks. “He removes himself from it. Look at him.”
He’s right. In the short time since he woke up, Vale has detached himself from his panic, anger, and confusion. He’s cold and calm, which isn’t the best for a change, but there is one thing that makes him angry—me.
“Okay, I need you to feel something, so get angry,” I command Vale, my hands on my hips. He simply watches me, his eyes cold as always. “Jesus, I don’t know, think about your dad.” That has him growling, but he still doesn’t change.
Rolling my eyes, I mutter as I move closer. “We don’t have time for this.” I swing, punching him right in the face with my full strength since I don’t have to hold back anymore. His head snaps to the side before it slowly turns back towards me.
A growl fills the air, his eyes brighten, and his fangs lengthen. “Good.” I punch him again, and his snarl gets louder. Gripping his chin, I pull him closer. “Every time you want to turn, think about me hitting you. The wolf you hate, the one who turned you.”
“He doesn’t hate you. It would be easier if he did, but he never did. He wanted you, and he hated that about himself. He saved you, and he hated that he did. He hates that you made him weak,” Lucien scoffs behind me.
Vale’s nostrils flare, his whole body vibrating. “Shut up.” The words are growled, almost jumbled, but I understand them.
A sore point, I can use that.
“Did big bad Vale want to fuck the wolf who got him all twisted up?” I taunt, pouting my lips as he glares down at me. “When you threw me in that cage, were you keeping yourself safe from me? Did you want to come in there and fuck me, eventhough I fought you? Did you want to keep me for yourself even when you knew you should kill me?”
“Stop.”
“No.” I lick his lips, cutting my tongue on his fang. “Feel it. Stop holding back. Stop being in control. You wanted to fuck me so badly, even when you were a hunter, that you locked me in a cage to keep me safe from you, didn’t you, Vale? When I screamed, when you tortured me, did it make you hard?”
The growl he lets out is pure wolf. I see it shifting in his eyes.
“There he is. Let him out to play, Vale. You know you want to.”
Vale is pure control, but his wolf?
His wolf is feral and all emotion.
As it erupts from his skin, I step back. The change is slow and sluggish, but the wolf shakes it off and heads my way on unsteady paws. I smile, reach down, and stroke his head, letting him get used to it. “Now shift back,” I command, infusing it with my alpha power.
His fur stands on end, and a growl erupts from his lips as he warns me not to control him, and that has me blinking with shock. He truly is an alpha, and a strong one at that.
Fuck.
That makes this so much harder, so I grab his fur in warning. “Now!” I roar.
With a slow growl, the wolf lies down, and with popping bones, Vale emerges. It’s faster this time, but still too slow. I let him catch his breath before he lifts his head. “That sucked.”
“I know.” I reach down and kiss his lips gently. “Now do it again.”
“Masochist,” he sneers.
“Asshole,” I respond with a tilt of my lips. “Do you need me to make you mad again, or can you handle it?”
