Free Wild Instincts: Part 1 (Werewolf Erotic Romance) by Claudia King

WILD INSTINCTS
     
    Claudia King
     
     
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Wild Instincts
     
     
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    It was dangerous to
push Cyan too far. And I was starting to make a habit of it.
    "Give me one good
reason why I shouldn't be free to go back!" I snapped at my alpha,
staring him down across the fire. The rest of the pack had fallen
silent. They watched us from around the camp, still and
apprehensive.
    "I'll give you more
than one reason Lyssa," Cyan growled. "You can't control yourself.
You attract attention. You won't even tell your family what you
are. If I let you come and go as you please you're going to hurt
someone. Or yourself, not that you'd care about that."
    "I'm not your pet! None
of us are."
    "But you are part of my pack," he narrowed his eyes at me. "And what I say
goes."
    I bit my lip, stifling
the stream of insults I wanted to throw at him. I could see the
threatening feral glint in his eyes. The curling of his lip that
told me he was just barely holding himself back. If I wanted to get
away without a severe punishment, I would shut up right now.
    "Maybe I'll find
another pack." I muttered. Cyan's eyes flashed. I'd gone too far.
If I'd been one of the males he'd have leapt across the fire and
had me pinned to the ground in a heartbeat. I was a special case
though. I was Lyssa. With a growing sense of unease, I realised
exactly how he was going to punish me. My alpha didn't lunge or
bare his teeth or shift in front of me and tear me to pieces; he
walked around the fire with a smug smile on his face, knowing he'd
already won.
    "And what do you think
another pack would do with a wild bitch like you? Assuming they
ever wanted you in the first place." He said. I grit my teeth,
already feeling my resolve slipping away as he came nearer. The
wolf inside me was waking up at the mere thought of what he was
going to do to me. Her instincts were what ruled my mind. The fiery
heat of anger still burned in my chest, but it was giving way to
another unbidden desire now.
    "Don't."
    "Get in my tent Lyssa."
Cyan barked. The wolf in me didn't have any choice but to obey, and
I went without another word. The eyes of the pack followed me. I
couldn't meet the gaze of a single one of them. They all knew why
I'd given up so easily. Every wolf had an instinct; some of them
were strong, some of them weak, some helpful, some hindering.
Whatever your instinct turned out to be, it was a primal,
inextricable part of you for the rest of your life. It was
something wild and untamed from the dawn of our history, woken up
again by the wolf inside us. One werewolf might have a powerful
instinct for survival, another to hunt. I'd heard of den mothers
who'd fight to the death to protect offspring that weren't even
theirs. All of us had one instinct that was stronger than any
other. Cyan was our alpha because his was to dominate. He couldn't
accept authority from anyone but himself, and it had led, so I'd
heard, to him forming our pack in the first place. He wasn't in
charge because he was a good leader, he was in charge because he
wouldn't take no for an answer. A wolf as aggressive as him could
easily have been killed in any number of fights soon after he
changed, but Cyan had been big and strong enough to survive. He'd
survived long enough to get a pack of his own under his boot, and I
hated him for it. I