Free Claimed by the Alphas: Part Two by Viola Rivard Page A

complete inability to resist temptation.
    Still, of all the bad decisions she had made, Caim was definitely in the category of Would-Do-Again. The guy was so sexy that she couldn’t look at him without her hormones going haywire. And the way he had gone from claiming not to be attracted to her to being hard and aching for her had been the single biggest turn on of her existence.
    On the third attempt, she was able to stand. She snatched her dress from the floor. It was the same black cocktail dress she’d left Tye County in. After two days of travelling by foot through mountain wilderness and one night with a careless wolf, it was pretty much a lost cause. Still, she wasn’t about to go letting it all hang loose around her new pack, so she’d have to make do for now. With any luck, the rest of her things would arrive soon.
    In return for her joining the pack, several wolves had gone to Tye County in order to establish a perimeter. They would mark the edges of the county, leaving it as a warning that Tye was under the protection of the Lazarus pack. Before they left, Asch had ordered them to bring back her luggage. She could only hope that they listened to their alpha.
    She made her way out of Caim’s chamber and into the stygian passageway, not really sure which way she should go. The network of caves that made up the den was still a mystery to her and it was the first time she’d navigated them alone. Putting her hands on the limestone wall, she followed a light breeze that guided her down a wide tunnel.
    After a few minutes of fumbling around, she could see a faint, flickering light in the distance. It was likely the central cavern, where all of the wolves seemed to congregate with one another. At the thought of entering the cavern, Mila paused and let out a heavy sigh. It occurred to her that she was about to do the walk of shame in front of the pack.
    It couldn’t have been more than a few hours ago that Caim had dragged her back to his chamber. It had been her intention to simply have a discussion with him. There were a lot of important things they had to talk about, namely the fact that the next time she ovulated, whenever that was , Caim and his friend Asch were going to rip each other’s throats off for the right to impregnate her.
    Mila gagged a little at the thought, wondering again what the hell she had been thinking.
    She had been with the Lazarus pack for less than a day and she’d already slept naked with one alpha, had sex with the other, and hatched a plot to drag them both into some crazy three-way. Oh , if mom could see her now.
    Shoulders slumped, she continued down the tunnel until she heard the wolves. They sounded different than earlier. Last night their noises had been a discordant jumble of yelps, growls, and cries. Tonight they were high pitched barks.
    When she grew closer to the outlet of the tunnel, Mila heard a harsh snarl that made the fine hairs on the back of her neck rise. Briefly, she contemplated turning around and just spending the night in Caim’s room. Curiosity got the better of her though, and she peeked her head around the corner of the cavern wall.
    The wolves had gathered in the center of the domed room. There were at least two dozen, and from the looks of it, they all hailed from different packs. They were golden brown, charcoal and ash, mottled black and yellow, and fawn. The average-sized omegas were threaded between hulking betas, looking stunted by comparison. Brae’s tall, snowy form stood out among the crowd, though she was in the far corner of the room. None of the wolves noticed Mila’s intrusion. They were all focused on the fight.
    In the center of the ring, Caim squared off against a coppery wolf that could have only been Asch. In his wolf form, Caim was a sight to behold. He stood taller than a man with powerfully muscled limbs that were encased in a lustrous, midnight coat. His face was contorted in a snarl, mouth pulled back to reveal two rows of razor-sharp