by C. R. Jane
Wild Girl
Kingdom of Wolves
C.R. Jane
Mila Young
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Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Wild Love
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Kingdom of Wolves series
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These stories are set in the Kingdom of Wolves shared world, but our Wild series will follow Rune’s continuing story with her alphas.
Wild Girl
REAL WOLVES BITE...
My fated mate who rejected me has returned.
I should have known Alistair would find me.
But the dark secrets of my new home have been distracting me from the danger I’ll always be in as long as he is alive.
A serial killer. My lovers’ psycho ex. Not to mention my strange new powers;
It’s been a lot for a girl to handle.
Two Alphas have also claimed me as their own. Now that I’ve been taken, they’ll stop at nothing to get me back. But we should have remembered that there were scarier things in the shadows than my ex.
I need to be more wolf than woman now, because to survive, I’m going to have to embrace the wild in me.
Prologue
Wilder
"Seen Rune anywhere?" I asked one of the girls wearing the same emerald green dress Rune had been wearing during the ceremony. Her eyes widened as she stared at me and I shifted impatiently, resisting the urge to snap at her to hurry the fuck up.
"Umm, no. Not for a while," she stuttered, looking around the room frantically like she could somehow find what I had spent the last twenty minutes looking for.
"Thanks," I said shortly.
"I could help you look?" she called out desperately.
"No thanks," I threw over my shoulder, not particularly worried about the fact that I'd left her a sputtering mess.
Across the room I saw Daxon prowling around, obviously looking for Rune as well. Golden boy was looking a little rough around the edges as he searched.
Where the fuck was she if she wasn't with him? I'd been imagining them off in some room in this place and I hadn't been looking forward to walking in on them.
Fear flickered in my chest. Rune had a knack for getting herself in situations since rolling into town.
What if...?
"Where the fuck is she?" growled Daxon, appearing out of nowhere next to me. "I can't... I can't even smell her."
There was a manic edge to his words and I side eyed him as we walked, hoping that he could keep it together. She was probably in the bathroom and we'd all be laughing about mine and Daxon over-the-top reaction after this.
Except something in my gut told me that wasn't the case.
"Daxon," a girl said breathlessly as we headed to the door.
Daxon ignored her like she'd never existed. I would have chuckled but we were out in the hallway and Rune was still nowhere to be found. And Daxon was right. I couldn't even smell her. And there was no missing that scent of hers. It was the most delicious fucking thing I'd ever experienced.
We pushed past the hallway teeming with people. The crowds parted as Daxon and I walked shoulder to shoulder down the hallway, a rare sight. After searching all the rooms on the main floor, we made our way out to the garden, practically sprinting at that point.
Daxon's hands had shifted and I just hoped that everyone got the message to stay out of the way because Daxon would probably cut them down.
"Rune?" Daxon yelled as we got out to where the outdoor ceremony had been held.
We both sniffed the air at the same time. "She's gone," I whispered as the acrid scent of unknown shifters assaulted my nostrils. A group had been here, standing right there.
"He got her," Daxon said, not needing to explain further.
For weeks we'd been killing the men Rune's ex had sent to our town once he'd discovered her whereabouts. I'd thought the asshole would get the message.
Obviously I'd underestimated him.
Daxon abruptly shifted and tore off, following the path of the unfamiliar scent. Not for the first time, I cursed the fact that I could only shift on a full moon. It would be much easier to track the strangers.
I ran after him, appreciating that at least I had a portion of my supernatural speed in my human form. I trailed after him, catching a faint hint of Rune’s scent as I went along. When I got to the road, the scent abruptly cut off. I assumed she'd been put into a vehicle and it had taken off.
Daxon was there, an excruciating whine mixed with a growl reverberating from his throat. He shifted back and clutched at his chest as he let out a roar into the heavens that scattered the birds in the
trees as they flew away in fright.
Rune was gone.
I sank to my knees trying to get ahold of myself. Think, think, I urged myself. But everything felt muddled. Somehow I'd thought Daxon and I had it under control. That there was no way Rune's asshole ex would come after her, not after all the men we'd killed. But it had to have been him that took her. Who else would it have been?
Daxon let out another inhuman roar, and I snapped back to attention. I eyed him warily. He was shaking as he stood there, his eyes and his hands still shifted so that he resembled a monster.
His gaze flicked all around him, a wildness in his eyes that I’d only seen in feral wolves before. No sooner had I thought that then Daxon fully shifted and leapt out at me, a savage growl ripping from his throat as I narrowly avoided being shredded apart by his claws.
"Daxon," I said, my alpha voice leaking out of me with absolutely no effect on him whatsoever. Daxon lunged at me again, his jaw open as he aimed for my jugular.
The fucker was actually trying to kill me.
Just then a drunk stumbled out of the trees. He was wearing a rumpled suit and holding a half empty bottle of rum. I recognized him as Charlie Duncan instantly, a useless drunk from my pack who'd seen better days. He called out to me when he saw me, tripping over a root as he did so and falling to the ground.
Unfortunately for Charlie, Daxon's attention immediately shifted towards him when Charlie called out to us. Daxon twisted in the air and darted at Charlie who was struggling to get off the ground.
"Fuck," I swore loudly as I launched myself towards Charlie. I was too late though. My enhanced speed in human form was nothing compared to Daxon's speed in his wolf form. By the time I reached the pair of them, Daxon had already clawed Charlie's chest open. Blood was gurgling out of Charlie's mouth as he lay sprawled out on the ground, feebly trying to get away.
I grabbed two handfuls of Daxon's fur and pulled as hard as I could, cringing when I heard the sound of Charlie's skin ripping as I tore Daxon off of him.
I wrestled Daxon as far away from Charlie as I could, flinching as Daxon's jaw snapped down on my shoulder and a shockwave of pain tore through me. I grunted, trying to hold on as tightly as I could to Daxon. Charlie was a useless waste of space but he didn't deserve to die. Over the snarls of Daxon as he tore at me, I could faintly hear Charlie letting out pathetic little screams as he lay there.
The sounds of yells and people rushing through the woods hit my ears, and a few seconds later, some of my betas and Daxon's betas burst out of the tree line, their panicked yelps filling the air as they rushed to get Daxon off of me. My teeth gritted at the pain coursing through my body, courtesy of Daxon's razor sharp teeth and claws. I somehow pushed Daxon off as the six men surrounded Daxon and wrangled him to the ground.
Daxon was lost as he slashed and snapped at them. You had to admire the six betas. Daxon was tearing them up but none of them let go. I grabbed Daxon's jaws, clamping them together as he continued to struggle.
"Anyone have some sedative?" I cursed as one of the betas temporarily lost one of Daxon's paws and I narrowly missed having my nose clawed off.
"Are you sure?" asked Marcus, half-heartedly.
I snarled at him, and Marcus pulled a syringe from a pocket in his jeans. All the betas were supposed to keep a sedative close by just in case one of the pack lost control. I'm sure they hadn't figured they would be using it on Daxon though when we'd first instituted the rule.
He carefully uncapped the syringe, revealing a nasty looking needle. Marcus hesitated for a brief moment until Daxon’s tail whipped him in the face. It must have been the encouragement he needed because he slammed the needle into Daxon's flank and injected the sedative quickly until the syringe was empty.
Daxon's thrashing continued without a hitch.
"Do another one," I commanded, panicking a bit as one of the betas got his stomach sliced open when Daxon kicked backwards.
"I didn't grab mine," Eric said, panicking. Looking around I saw that none of the other betas had theirs either.
We were fucked. An alpha wolf needed at least three of the regular vials to even start slowing down. Daxon and I never carried a sedative because we were able to overpower everyone in the pack so we'd never needed it.
Marcus's grip must have loosened when he saw what happened to Tommy's stomach because Daxon was suddenly able to wrench himself free and then he was gone, darting away into the treeline...right towards the reception.
"Grab some of the tranquilizer guns and meet me at the mansion," I ordered as I ran in the direction Daxon had disappeared. "And someone grab Charlie."
I had only made it halfway back to the mansion when the screams began.
I sped up, a litany of curse words spewing from my mouth. I didn't have time for this crap. I needed to find Rune. Every second I spent dealing with this just put her farther away from me. Agony tore through me and I had to force myself forward. It felt like a piece of me was missing, something that I couldn't live without.
If I hadn't known the spectrum of my feelings before, I couldn't miss it now. I needed her. I needed her to breathe. I needed her to live. She'd somehow become my everything, and I wasn't sure I would survive if I didn't get her back.
I burst out of the forest and came to a brief halt as I saw the blood-soaked scene in front of me. Guests dressed in their finery were sprawled all over the grass, various gashes and bites all over them as they moaned and cried. I launched myself forward when I saw a flash of fur disappearing into the back entrance. Daxon was going to decimate both packs if he got the chance. I'd seen feral wolves in action before, but I'd never seen anything like this. Feral wolves usually attacked whatever they saw and then disappeared. Daxon was on the hunt, his bloodlust insatiable.
Marcus was suddenly sprinting next to me. He threw a tranq gun at me and we rushed inside, shrill screams making my blood run cold.
The ballroom was a scene from a horror movie that I didn't think I'd forget any time soon. Daxon was ripping through the room. Everyone was so shocked that they weren't even putting up a fight. Marcus and I pulled up our guns along with three of the other betas, trying to get a clear shot.
The packs may never recover after this.
My first shot went wide as Daxon suddenly darted to the left, intent on a group of quivering men who had fallen to the floor.
Marcus's shot hit Daxon in his front shoulder. Daxon fell briefly forward from the impact and that gave us the chance to fire off five more shots that all hit true. Thank fuck we'd made the betas practice so much. Daxon tried to move forward, but six shots of super charged tranquilizer was too much even for him.
He fell forward and we rushed towards him, lunging on top of him just in case.
Miyu and Rae appeared in front of us, tears tracking down Miyu's face as she stared down at her alpha. She was definitely never going to forget her mating ceremony, that was for sure.
"I don't understand," she sobbed as she looked around the room. I followed her gaze, wincing as I saw the destruction. I didn't even know where to start.
I didn't bother to explain what happened. There wasn't time.
The betas and I dragged the now passed out Daxon out of the ballroom and down the hallway. At the end of the hall, there was a door that led down to the basement. After typing in the code for the lock on the door, we stumbled down the stairs with Daxon's dead weight. His wolf was a huge motherfucker.
Few of the packs knew about the group of cells that lay in the basement. It had been used by prior alphas to torture enemies, but Daxon and I hadn't made much use of it. I suspected Daxon had his own torture cell somewhere, and some faint part of me found it somewhat ironic that Daxon had now found himself in one.
We hauled him onto a table and immediately went to work snapping chains laced with silver into place, which would weaken him enough to keep him secured even when the sedatives wore off.
I stared down at the wolf, exhaustion thrumming through me.
W
hat the fuck was I supposed to do now?
"Two of you need to be down here at all times," I snarled at the nervous men around me. Their nerves were all shot, that was easy to see. They were about to prove just how useful they really were though, so they needed to get themselves together.
"Marcus, you're in charge of dealing with what's up there," I said, gesturing up the stairs where you could hear the faint sound of people crying.
So much for these rooms being soundproof.
"Where are you going?" he asked, a slice of panic threaded through his voice.
I was already up the stairs before I answered.
"I'm going hunting," I threw over my shoulder.
And I was. Whoever had taken Rune was a dead man.
I'm coming, baby. Hold on.
1
Rune
I was thrust into consciousness by the force of someone shaking me. Strong hands grasped my arms, and the entire room shuddered from how hard the man jostled me back and forth.