Chapter 11

Phoenix

It's been two weeks since I moved into the packhouse, and after that first day of indulging my desire for Selene, I've been avoiding her. I realized that my obsession with spiraling out of control, and I needed to focus on my father and his bullshit.

Avoiding her has helped a little, but every night, I still find myself stroking my dick and moaning her name. It's a temporary relief until I'm finally able to be inside her for real.

The pack has been tense, searching relentlessly for Alpha King Derek. There are seven provinces in his kingdom, five of them governed by Alphas and their packs. Afren is the capitol, where the Alpha King lives, and Roguesburg is just a large piece of forest land inhabited by rogues.

Every providence has been searched thoroughly, but there is still no sign of our King. There's speculation that either he ran off to avoid his crimes being exposed, or he was abducted by humans. The latter sounds fucking ridiculous.

I step into my father's office and sit down at his desk. "You wanted to see me, Dad?"

He strokes his chin, emotion storming in his eyes. "Yes, the Council just called. I have troubling news."

My expression remains stoic, though I feel my heart beat faster. I don't trust him. What if he's about to tell me he knows about me and Uncle Luke's plan?

"What is it?" I ask evenly.

"Your uncle was found dead this morning in Roguesburg. They also found his wife, who was raped and tortured to death at the castle." He delivers the news stoically.

I wasn't close to my uncle either, but that is just so fucked up. Who could've done this? I've had my eyes on my father this entire time, and I haven't seen any signs of foul play.

His words hang heavily in the air for several minutes before I speak. "What's going to happen now?" I inquire.

"The Council will appoint another King. There are several candidates, including myself, of course. We'll just have to wait and see who they choose."

My father's face is an impassive mask, but his eyes betray his emotions. He seems...troubled. Maybe the death of his brother actually bothers him. But instead of asking, I keep our relationship professional.

"Now that the threat has been confirmed, I will increase security. Even install more cameras at LycCorp. Who knows what the murderer's motive was, but you could be his next target. And the best way to get to you is through Christina and Selene," I tell him.

He nods grimly. "Yes, I know. They must be protected at all times. I will not lose another wife," he grits out.

And I refuse to lose Selene. So I will do what I do best, and become her secret protector.

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I followed Selene around all day, making sure to conceal my aura so she wouldn't be able to sense me. After work at my father's company, she met her friends at a club. My club. Though, I'm sure she doesn't know that.

Now, I'm sitting here watching her dance provocatively. She looks fucking beautiful. She sways her hips to "Jaws" by Sleep Token, singing along to the lyrics and waving her hands in the air.

I imagine her bouncing her ass on me, riding my cock like she needs it in order to breathe. Maybe she'd even slap me across the face a few times. She seems like a sadist, and although I do enjoy providing the pain, I imagine the sting of her hand bringing me immense pleasure.

"Yo, Nix, who's that girl you're staring at?" my friend, Jamie, asks as he sips his whisky.

My jaw tenses. Damn it, I should've been more discreet with it.

"Just my stepsister," I mutter, trying to sound uninterested. "My dad asked me to keep an eye on her."

"Do you know she's your sister?" he asks, concern in his furrowed brows.

"What are you talking about? Of course I do," I snap.

He puts his hands up in defense. "Just saying, man. I have a sister and I don't look at her like that at all."

"I wasn't," I insist defensively. "I only see her as a sister, that's it."

He chuckles. "Your Alabamian sister?"

I shoot him a glare. "Shut up and drink your whiskey, man," I grumble irritably.

"Be honest. If some dude walked over to her right now, what would you do?" he asks.

"Nothing. She's free to talk to any guy she wants," I lie.

A surge of jealousy floods through my veins, amplified by my wolf. I realize maybe I don't just want to fuck my sister, maybe there's something more going on.

But what is it?

Jamie cocks an eyebrow, smirking behind me. "If that's the case, that means you won't mind that some dude is feeling on her ass right now, right?" he teases.

I whip my head around, and sure enough, Selene is dancing and some dude has his hands on her ass.

Oh, fuck no. Only I'm allowed to do that!

Selene

I'm at a bar on a Friday night, dancing with Makayla and Sam. The atmosphere in here is electric, the room filled with bodies dancing and grinding.

"Don't you think you should slow down a little? That's like your fifth drink already?" Sam asks worriedly.

Ignoring him, I down another strawberry margarita. "I just think it's fucked up that Phoenix has been ignoring me. Don't you agree, Sam? Like I didn't even do anything wrong to him," I rant, my words slurring. I don't even wait for him to respond, I just keep talking. "I was planning on having sex with him, and then the next day he started icing me out. Like seriously, what the fuck?"

"That's such a dick move," Makayla agrees, shouting over the music.

Suddenly, an attractive man approaches me. He's maybe only a few years older than me, with short, brown hair and hazel eyes.

"Wanna dance?" he asks with a sly grin.

I shrug. "Sure!" I shout, maybe too loudly. He takes my hand and leads me back to the dancefloor. With his hands on my hips, I sway back and forth. "You're so sexy, what's your name?" he purrs in my ear.

"Amy," I lie. There's no way I'm giving him my real name, I don't even plan on seeing him again.

I close my eyes, imagining I'm dancing with Phoenix. His hot breath on my neck, his hands squeezing my ass as I grind on his erection. Maybe he'd even play with me, rubbing me under my dress while no one else knows.

Heat curls in my belly, and I'm soaked within seconds of fantasizing about my stepbrother.

"Get your fucking hands off of her!"

My eyes fly open to find Phoenix standing in front of us, his face twisted with rage.

Oh, Moon Goddess!