Carnage Island (Reject Island)(10)

Which is why I should be able to control her.

He reaches for my face and I try to recoil back, but my wolf stays absolutely still, allowing him to undo the muzzle. He’s cautious, carefully pulling it off my head.

And my wolf lunges for his throat.

He curses, throwing me overboard with his robust strength and sending me into the water by the boat. “Fucking bitch!” he shouts.

“And you’re a fucking idiot,” the other guard snaps back.

The boat begins to sputter as they take off, the blades on the back nearly catching my tail as they go.

My wolf sinks under the waves, uncertain of how to swim.

And the water is cold.

Like ice.

I’m frantic, trying to take over, to tell her how to doggy paddle, to give her a way up. But she won’t let me free. She won’t listen to me!

We’re sinking.

Water is swirling around us as we claw at the murky depths, trying to figure out how to float or reach the surface.

My wolf is whining.

I’m screaming.

Then brawny arms are suddenly around my torso and dragging me up. “What the fuck are you doing?” a male demands, his voice making me shiver inside and out.

Well, not out.

My wolf is snarling at him, furious at his touch.

“Oh, quiet,” he snaps back, his Alpha energy shimmering across my fur in a manner far more potent than Alpha Bryson’s ever did.

This male is power personified.

And it instantly calms my wolf.

She submits with ease, allowing him to drag us to shore.

I wonder, just for a moment, if she’s faking it like she did on the boat.

But no. I can sense the lack of tension in my body now, the true will to submit to someone she believes is a stronger being.

He doesn’t immediately release me, instead rolling me to my side and staring down into my wolf eyes with a clinical look.

I stare back at him, mesmerized by his ebony irises. So dark and alluring. At least until they narrow in confusion. “You’re not an Alpha,” he tells me.

My wolf grumbles in response, clearly not approving of his tone.

Or maybe she really does understand him.

Hell if I know anymore.

“Shift,” he says.

I don’t because I don’t know how. Because my wolf won’t let me. Because apparently I’ve gone mad and allowed my animal to take over.

“She can’t,” another voice says, this one slightly accented and radiating even more power than the Alpha beside me.

How is that even possible?

Wait… I glance sharply at the newcomer, my wolf finally allowing me to take over for just a second. How do you know I can’t shift? He’s the first to sense it. The first to realize I can’t control my wolf.

But any elation I feel dies as he steps forward, his aura humming with electric superiority.

This is an Alpha.

Well, so is the guy beside me.

Both of them are Alphas.

Carnage Wolf Alphas.

Oh, moon…

I swallow, my insides turning to ice as I suddenly remember where I am.

“Shh,” the male beside me hushes, laying down as though to appear less aggressive.

It doesn’t work.

He’s too big, too Alpha, to appear any less intimidating.

“You’re all right,” he murmurs, his voice deceptively calm.

I am definitely not all right, I want to tell him. I’m the complete opposite of all right. I’m fucking terrible. I’m trapped in my wolf form, accused of a murder I didn’t commit, and currently being cornered by two Carnage Wolf Alphas.

“Well, she’s a bit wetter than I expected,” a third voice says, shooting ice through my veins. “Not that I’m complaining. A wet woman is always welcome in my presence.”

Make that three Carnage Wolf Alphas.

I clearly pissed off a moon deity in my past life.

Because my world has been officially turned upside down in the last few days. And now I’m going to die at the hands of these savage beasts.

Except the one beside me is stroking my fur with a reverence I don’t understand. And he’s… he’s humming?

Why is he humming?

My wolf is completely relaxed, laying beside him like a wet log of fur. She has no concerns about being surrounded by these Alphas. Actually, she’s… content.

What is happening?

“Why can’t she shift?” the male beside me asks.

I perk up at that. Yes, why can’t I shift?

“I have a few guesses,” the one with the slight accent replies. He’s crouching beside us now, his intense blue gaze taking in every inch of my form. When he leans in to sniff me, I stiffen. At least inside. However, my wolf merely stretches like she wants to show off her legs for him.

Then, to my absolute horror, she starts to roll onto her back and show him her belly.

What the fuck is wrong with you? I demand, livid. You were all fierce and angry and now you want to submit to these three Alpha males?

“Hmm, I see you’ve taken control,” the blue-eyed Alpha murmurs, reaching down to stroke his palm along my exposed abdomen. “Are you protecting your human, little one? Hiding her from some sort of trauma?”

I consider that for a moment. Is that what you’re doing? I ask my errant animal. Are you allowing me to heal before you give me back control?