She was the daughter of a whore. She’d seen it all. Growing up in Nancy’s trailer, Violet had walked in on more than her fair share of inappropriate moments. Men flashing their parts wasn’t shocking to her. It was almost routine.
If they wanted to give her a strip show, then fine. She’d watch. Who knows, she might even enjoy it.
And so it began….
Lifting her chin high with an arrogant defiance, Violet’s gaze moved to Roman next.
Unlike Asher and Griffin, Roman was leaner, his body built more for speed and agility. Yet he was no less imposing, his frame exuding power in its own way.
Roman, ever the showoff, struck a pose that made it seem like he was on a runway rather than standing naked in a circle of wolves. Unlike the others, he seemed to be having the most fun out of this.
He caught her eye and winked, clearly enjoying her reaction. Violet rolled her eyes in response, muttering a curse under her breath before moving on to Alaric.
Alaric shared a similar lithe build to Roman, but his complexion was paler. Just like the others, he was eer…. perfect. If you know what she meant. Voliet could finally understand where all of the Cardinal Alphas confidence came from.
But then, Alaric’s electric blue eyes bore into her with unsettling intensity, as if he were trying to peer into her very soul. The weight of his stare made her stomach churn, and she looked away quickly, refusing to meet his piercing gaze any longer.
But then, everywhere Vi turned, she was met with bared flesh, confident stares, and an air of dominance so thick it threatened to choke her. But Violet squared her shoulders and forced herself to stand tall.
If they thought they could rattle her, they were in for a rude awakening.
“Is this it?” Violet said with a loud voice. “Are you done filling my gaze with your little dicks?!”
The words left Violet’s mouth before she could stop them, and for a heartbeat, the world seemed to pause. Her boldness had caught everyone off guard, especially the Alphas. Their expressions ranged from stunned silence to annoyance. While some of them, like Roman, found it humorous.
But then, unexpectedly, laughter broke out, not from the Alphas, but from one the humans standing behind them.
“Guys,” said the elite student who laughed, a blonde with a smirk plastered across her face. Her voice carried the haughty tone of someone who lived for moments like this. “She called them little dicks! It seems Violet has been surrounded by puny dicks her whole life, and now she can’t recognize the real deal!”
The result was instantaneous.
The mocking laughter reverberated through the lawn, growing louder with the passing second. Violet felt the heat rising to her face, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson.
This wasn’t how she had imagined things playing out.
She had aimed to insult the Alphas, to cut them down to size- pun intended-but instead, she had somehow dragged herself into a public debate about the size of male anatomy. And not just any debate, but one a about werewolf anatomy.
Great.
Why in the moon’s name would she be arguing about dicks in the first place?
A brown-haired werewolf stepped forward, arrogance in every line of his posture. He gave a crude thrust of his hips and sneered, “Perhaps someone should give her a taste of the real deal! Maybe then, she’d know the difference.”
The moment he made a move toward Violet, she retreated, realizing the the situation was escalating dangerously.
However, Violet shouldn’t have bothered, because a low, dangerous growl from, shockingly, both Asher and Griffin.
The brown-haired werewolf’s smug expression drained of color, his cockiness dissolving in an instant. He froze, then stepped back sheepishly, visibly trembling with fear.
However, everyone was now staring not just at Asher, but mostly at Griffin in surprise. After all, Asher was known to be defensive of the purple-haired girl, not Griffin.
Even Griffin seemed taken aback by his own instinctive response. His brows furrowed slightly, as though questioning himself. But his hesitation was brief, and his expression shifted into something cool and composed.
“Let’s get this over with.” He said.
And then, right before Violet’s eyes, Griffin began to shift, bones cracking and muscles ripping as he started transforming into his wolf form.
However, Griffin’s transformation seemed to be the cue, as every single werewolf in the arena began to shift, the sound of several bones cracking and grunts almost grotesque. Violet nearly became light-headed seeing so many shifts happening at once, especially since this was her first face-to-face encounter.
As expected, Griffin was the first wolf to finish shifting, and Violet forgot how to breathe as she saw the huge, red-coated, ferocious-looking wolf. Its eyes were warm amber, and from the intelligence in them, Violet could tell this was both monster and beast.
But a second beast caught her attention. It was huge, but not like Griffin’s gigantic beast; however, it was that midnight black coat that truly drew her focus. It seemed that even in wolf form, Asher’s eyes remained the same, and it was honestly unsettling seeing a wolf with vertically slitted eyes. It still left her in awe, nonetheless.
As if not wanting only the black wolf to hold her attention, a green-coated wolf barreled into Asher, shoving him aside. Without a doubt, Violet knew that was Roman Draven. How a green-colored wolf was possible, Violet had no idea, nor was she complaining. He was like a breath of fresh air, unique and fun.
And then the most beautiful snow-white wolf Violet had ever seen stepped into view.
Alaric Storm.
His coat gleamed under the sunlight like freshly fallen snow. He
was a vision of elegance and ferocity combined.
Whether in human or wolf form, Alaric had a knack for stealing her breath away. But at the same time, human or animal, those blue eyes seemed to want to murder her.
And he had a go at it.
Before Violet could fully comprehend his intention, Alaric Storm tackled her to the ground. The impact knocked the air from her lungs as she hit the grass, leaving her gasping.
Her vision blurred momentarily, and in that instant, Violet swore she saw her life flash before her eyes. She was face-to-face with the beast’s razor-sharp teeth, their proximity too close for comfort. Her instincts screamed at her to move, but fear paralyzed her. Instead, she shut her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the inevitable pain of her demise.
But instead of the searing pain she anticipated, she felt something cold, wet, and sticky dragging across her face. Her eyes flew open in shock, only to be met with the sight of Alaric’s massive tongue eagerly licking her face, leaving a slick trail of saliva in its wake.
“What the-?” Violet tried to process what was happening, but before she could get a word out, the situation took a worse turn.
The wolves, circling her like a pack of predators, began closing in, tongues out and eyes gleaming with mischief. Violet’s heart dropped as realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.
This is it. Her stomach churned as the first wolf’s rough tongue joined Alaric’s, swiping across her cheek.
The warm, abrasive sensation made her recoil, but there was no escape. One by one, the wolves joined in, their wet noses pressing into her skin as their tongues dragged over her face, her arms, and even her legs. Violet’s world spun as their playful yet overwhelming assault consumed her senses.
Laughter erupted around her, a symphony of amusement from the human onlookers who found her predicament far too entertaining.
Panic welled up inside her, and Violet tried to push the wolves away, but her hands faltered at the sight of their sharp teeth flashing in the sunlight. The thought of accidentally provoking them kept her frozen in place, her breathing shallow and erratic.
Their playful nips felt dangerously close to aggression, and Violet’s heart raced as adrenaline surged through her veins. Despite their antics, they never actually hurt her. If anything, the sensations were more disorienting than painful. But the combination of their rough tongues, wet noses, and the oppressive heat of their proximity left her on the verge of losing it.
“Get off me!” she finally managed to croak, her voice strained with fear and frustration. But her plea was drowned out by the cacophony of laughter from her classmates and the howls of the wolves, who were clearly reveling in her discomfort.
The licking continued, relentless and humiliating, their playful bites sending a jolt of unease through her every time. Violet felt like a trapped rabbit, utterly vulnerable and at their mercy.
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