Filthy Wolves

Chapter 07

AMANDA

I didn't know where they'd taken me, but the moment we stepped through the doors, the entire room fell silent. Dozens of eyes were fixed on us, drinking in our presence with blatant curiosity.

"What's happening?" I whispered, trying to shrink away from the unwanted attention. Colt scoffed beside me, his arm snaking around my waist in a possessive grip.

"Relax, princess," he sneered, pulling me flush against him. "It's just a party. Or are you too high and mighty for that now?"

I opened my mouth to protest, but Luther silenced us both with a sharp look. "Enough, both of you."

Blaze nudged me forward with a wicked grin, his fingers trailing along the bare skin of my back, exposed by the revealing red dress they'd forced me into. "Don't be shy, darling," he purred, his touch sending a shudder down my spine. "They're just admiring the view."

I could feel my cheeks burning with humiliation as the whispers started rippling through the crowd.

"Who's the new girl?"

"She's with Luther's pack."

"Damn, she's hot."

Luther's grip tightened around my waist, pulling me against him. I gasped as his lips grazed my ear. "Relax," he murmured, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. "You're mine tonight."

Suddenly, a commotion rippled through the crowd as four equally handsome men appeared on the other side of the room. My mouth fell open as I recognized the resemblance between Luther and what looks like the leader of the other group. The tension was palpable as the two packs eyed each other warily, the air thick with animosity.

I could sense the restrained chaos simmering beneath the surface, like two powder kegs waiting to ignite. The Luther version 2.0 piercing gaze found mine, raking over me with undisguised appreciation before settling on Luther with a challenging smirk.

"Well, well, if it isn't the resident king and his new plaything," he taunted, his eyes never leaving mine.

Luther stiffened beside me, his grip becoming bruising as he pulled me possessively against him. "Keep your eyes off what's mine, Conan," he snarled.

Conan's gaze shifted to the gorgeous woman beside her, and a wicked grin spread across his lips. He grabbed her forcefully and pulled her into a searing kiss, his tongue invading her mouth as she melted against him. Luther's jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with fury as he watched the display.

"What's yours, Luther?" Conan mocked, breaking the kiss and leaving the woman flushed and breathless. "This little thing?" He gestured toward me with disdain.

Luther stiffened beside me, his grip on me becoming bruising as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Watch your mouth, Conan," he snarled, his eyes flashing with anger.

The woman flinched, her eyes downcast as Conan's arm snaked around her waist, his fingers digging into her hip possessively.

Luther's attention turned to the woman beside Conan, his gaze raking over her revealing outfit with disdain. "Is that what you've been reduced to, Scarlet? Dressing like a common slut, changing boats whenever it suits you?"

Scarlet flinched as if struck, her eyes widening in shock and hurt. Conan stepped forward, his fists clenched, but Scarlet placed a hand on his arm, shaking her head slightly.

"You're one to talk, Luther," she spat, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. "At least I'm not parading around with a new plaything who looks nothing but a cheap whore."

Ouch.

The tension was palpable as Luther and Conan traded barbs, their words laced with venom. I felt caught in the crossfire, a pawn in their twisted game of power and betrayal.

Conan eyed Luther warily, his gaze flickering to me with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. The air crackled with hostility, and I felt like a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode.

Luther's jaw clenched, his fingers digging into my flesh as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Don't test me, brother," he warned, his voice low and dangerous.

"Tell me, brother, how does it feel to know that your reign as Prince of Crescent High is coming to an end?"

Luther's jaw clenched, his grip on me becoming bruising as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Watch your mouth, Conan," he snarled, his eyes flashing with anger. "The throne is still mine."

Conan threw back his head and laughed, a deep, mocking sound that sent a chill down my spine. "Keep telling yourself that, Luther. Everyone knows your time is up. The pack has grown tired of your arrogance, your cruelty."

"Is that what you've been telling them?" Luther spat, his voice dripping with venom. "Filling their heads with lies and false promises?"

Conan's gaze flickered to Scarlet, who stood beside him with her eyes downcast. "I don't need to tell them anything. They can see the truth for themselves. You've become a tyrant, drunk on your own power."

"And you're any better?" Luther scoffed. "At least I don't parade around with a common w***e on my arm."

I felt caught in the crossfire, a pawn in their twisted game of power and betrayal.

Conan eyed Luther warily, his gaze flickering to me with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. "Mark my words, brother," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "This year, the crown will be mine. And when it is, I'll make sure to remind you of your place."

Luther's jaw clenched, his fingers digging into my flesh as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Don't test me, Conan," he warned, his voice barely above a growl.

Before I could protest, he swept me onto the dance floor, the pulsing beat of the music vibrating through my body. His hands roamed freely, possessively, as we moved in sync. I felt like a piece of property, a trophy to be admired and coveted.

"Is this all about power and dominance?"

Luther's intense gaze locked with mine, his eyes smoldering with a burning intensity. Without a word, he pulled me flush against his chiseled frame, his fingers tangling in my hair as he claimed my lips in a searing, passionate kiss.

His tongue delved into my mouth, igniting a firestorm of desire that coursed through my veins. I melted against him, powerless to resist the overwhelming onslaught of sensations. His taste, his scent, his very presence enveloped me, drowning out the world around us.

My fingers clutched at his shoulders, seeking purchase as his expert kisses left me breathless and aching for more. Luther's arms tightened around me, holding me captive in his embrace, his touch igniting flames along my skin.

When he finally broke the kiss, I was left panting, my lips swollen and tingling with the lingering heat of his ardent caress. His eyes burned into mine, daring me to defy him, to challenge the undeniable connection that had just ignited between us.

"This is what it's all about, little wolf," he growled, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down my spine. "You're the lady of Crescent High now, and there’s no escaping it.”

I stared back at him, defiance warring with the desire coursing through my veins. His words shattered the momentary spell,

reminding me of the harsh reality I found myself in.

"I don't belong to anyone," I managed to choke out, hating the way my voice trembled.

Luther's lips curved into a predatory smile, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. "We'll see about that."