Free Return to Kadenburg by T. E. Ridener Page B

softly. She gasped
as his mouth descended, kissing between her breasts. “She looks like her
aunt. Of course she’s pretty.”
    “She’s almost as pretty as you,” Breslin
grunted, pushing her thighs apart.
    She bit her lower lip in anticipation,
purring like a kitten as his hand slid between her legs.
    “If this works,” he whispered against her
stomach. “I’m going to make you my queen.”
    Natalie’s heavily lidded eyes finally
closed as his tongue dipped into her belly button. She wiggled her hips,
panting like a dog in heat. “I want to be your queen,” she whimpered.
    “Then you better hope this works,” Breslin
responded as he straightened back up and stared at her. “The last time a woman
disappointed me, I killed her.”
    Natalie cowered beneath the weight of his
gaze. It was terrifying how quickly Breslin could turn pleasure into fear. He
had complete control over her emotions and they both knew it.
    “Let go of me!”
    Natalie jerked her shirt back down into
place, turning her head to see the unfortunate ursithrope the werewolves were
dragging inside. He was beaten and bloody. A huge gash on the left side of his
face was attempting to heal, but she knew the werewolves wouldn’t allow that to
happen.
    “What is that?” Breslin asked as the young
ursithrope was thrown to the floor at his feet.
    “He followed us here,” Georgie, a young
werewolf, said. “What do you want us to do with him, Boss?”
    Natalie stayed put on the counter, watching
the massive alpha as he crouched down and grabbed the ursithrope by the hair of
his head. The ursithrope, who was considerably young, cried out in protest as
he struggled onto his hands and knees.
    “Now, now,” Breslin cocked his head to the
side. “What’s your name, little bear?”
    The seconds ticked by, and Natalie wondered
if the boy was going to speak or not.
    You better say something, she
thought. He’ll kill you if you don’t. Speak, boy!
    “Greg,” he finally
managed to say as he clutched his side. “Greg Kress.”
    Oh no, Natalie
frowned. She’d grown up with Greg’s parents. She’d been in his mother’s
bridal party for goodness’ sake. Guilt pooled in her stomach as she dropped her
gaze to the floor. He is just a boy…..
    “Greg Kress,” Breslin repeated,
clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. He released the grip he had
on the boy’s hair, straightening up to face the small group of werewolves that
had gathered around them.
    “Look closely,” he instructed as he
motioned towards Greg. “A young, brave ursithrope who followed after wolves to
save his friends; how admirable,” he smirked.
    Breslin’s eyes darkened as he lifted his
hand into the air, his claws immediately extending past his fingertips as he
frowned.
    “Young, brave ursithropes grow up to become
strong, fierce warriors that like to kill werewolves.”
    Various growls sounded from around the
room. Natalie felt nauseous as she slid down from the counter and made her way
towards the stairwell. She didn’t get very far before Greg’s screams stabbed
her soul. She picked up the pace, hurrying down to the basement. She needed
to escape those agonized noises. She couldn’t bear it.
    “Oh, forgive me,” she whispered, blinking
back the tears that wanted to fall. Did she really feel so bad? Even if she
did not, she knew her inner bear did. The beast was furious with her, as it
often seemed to be.
    You have left a cub to die! Her bear
roared. You have betrayed Urseth again!
    “Do not talk to me about
Urseth,” Natalie stated bitterly, wiping at her eyes. “He is the one who
thought he could rule my life. No one rules my life.”
    Yet you have no qualms with that monster
telling you what to do. Look what you are about to do for him! You are a
coward.
    Natalie chose to tune
her bear out as she rounded the corner and approached the two werewolves
guarding the door. They were some of Breslin’s best ‘bodyguards’, as she liked
to call them. They