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Wolf Kissed
Supernautrally Yours Book Two
S Lucas
Wolf Kissed
(Supernaturally Yours Book Two)
S Lucas
Copyright © 2024
S Lucas All rights reserved
This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only.
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead are entirely coincidental.
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To my grandad, the man who even though he didn't know I wrote smutty books supported me nonetheless.
Miss you every day you are gone, Poppy.
Contents
1. Content Notice
2. Prologue
3. Chapter 1
4. Chapter 2
5. Chapter 3
6. Chapter 4
7. Chapter 5
8. Chapter 6
9. Chapter 7
10. Chapter 8
11. Chapter 9
12. Chapter 10
13. Chapter 11
14. Chapter 12
15. Chapter 13
16. Chapter 14
17. Chapter 15
18. Chapter 16
19. Chapter 17
20. Chapter 18
21. Chapter 19
22. Chapter 20
23. Chapter 21
24. Chapter 22
25. Chapter 23
26. Chapter 24
27. Chapter 25
28. Chapter 26
29. Chapter 27
30. Chapter 28
31. Chapter 29
32. Chapter 30
33. Chapter 31
34. Chapter 32
35. Chapter 33
36. Chapter 34
37. Chapter 35
38. Chapter 36
39. Chapter 37
40. Chapter 38
41. Chapter 39
42. Chapter 40
43. Chapter 41
44. Chapter 42
45. Chapter 43
46. Chapter 44
47. Epilogue
Acknowledgements
About the author
Also by
Content Notice
While Vampire Kissed was potentially on the more brutal side, this story still has some scenes that may make readers uncomfortable.
This is a paranormal why choose romance and has dark themes throughout, some of which may be triggering to readers including:
Abuse (past mentions)
Blood and gore
Cannibalism (bad guy)
Death
Graphic descriptions of violence
Murder
Non consent (FMC and minor characters)
Sexual assault including rape (past memories, and one scene for FMC and on page minor characters)
There are scenes of M/M action between the men in the harem, with existing relationships before the FMC arrives.
Please be aware that this book includes the POV of the bad guy. His chapters can and do contain a majority, if not all of the bullet points above. To give you some prewarning his chapters are: 12, 21 and 30.
Prologue
Lila
The world has changed so much since my parents were children. At one time humans ruled the world. Not anymore. The supernaturals took over, and the vampires, wolves, and demons claimed the United States. They split into territories for each faction. West for the vampires, central for the wolves, and east for the demons.
I was born into the wolf sector of the United States. Each year, the wolves held balls, which were mandatory for every woman of age that wasn’t already married or mated, whether they were human or she-wolves. Only the males succumbed to a curse, making them even more driven to find their mates.
Every year without fail as soon as a female turns eighteen, an invitation inlaid with gold would land on our doorstep. The idea is for the male wolves to find their true mates and whisk them off to live happily ever after.
My mom went to a few before she met my father, but there were no wolves in attendance that she ever matched with. She’d seen her friends being chosen and taken away to be mated to their new packs. I never fully believed in true mates, though. For all I knew, the women were dragged away against their wills by brutish wolves whether they wanted to or not.
My mom was different, though. She believed everyone had another half to their soul, whether human or wolf. It just so happened that her soul mate was not a wolf. That didn’t stop my mom from taking great pride in dressing me up each year from the age of eighteen to see if I would be privileged enough to be picked and find my one true love.
Bleugh.
The balls were the greatest event of the year in my sector. They spared no expense. Full of drinking, dancing, and male wolves sniffing around the women in attendance. The men approached each woman who caught their eye, hoping they would find their mate.
I hated them—men of all ages wanting to touch me, plying me with alcohol, and some even propositioning me even though they knew we didn’t have a connection. I’d do my best to spend as little time as possible in the main halls before disappearing to hide until they were over.
The previous year was different, though. Both my parents had died in a freak accident. A car jumped the sidewalk as they were heading back to their vehicle. While my father died on impact, my mother clung to life. I spent weeks at her bedside, waiting for her to wake up after brain surgery. She never did. When I got back to the house we’d lived in my entire life, that golden invitation had been sitting on the mat.
Tearing the invitation to shreds, I threw the ripped-up paper in the trash. I thought nothing of it as I arranged my parents’ funerals. I’d had enough. I didn’t want to be forced to go to another ball, to have to mate with someone I didn’t care about, even if they say the mating is voluntary.
When a job offer in Portland, the vampire sector, came up, I sold my parents’ house and headed West. I wanted to leave the wolf sector and have a fresh start. Things didn’t go to plan though.
After landing in Portland and finalizing everything with my new job, I went out to celebrate. I never made it to my first day, though. Going out had led to drinking, which led to dancing, which led to me being kidnapped after leaving the club.
I ended up in a cage, naked, and surrounded by several women in the same situation as me. Wolf shifters had snatched us. They’d been driven from their own sector after some sort of curse had taken them and they’d left their packs.
Instead, they chose to become rogue while they searched for their mates. But they didn’t care about finding their true mates. They collected women to use and abuse for their own pleasure, occasionally blood bonding with women against their will.
One wolf, in particular, took an interest in me, and he made my life a living hell. He took me whenever he wanted, whether or not I was conscious. As far as he was concerned, I was his and he planned to blood bond with me on the blood moon.
Chapter 1
Lila
Jolting awake, my heart races in my chest. I feel it pounding so hard I’m surprised it hasn’t come straight through my rib cage. All I ever see when I close my eyes are fangs and fur, blood splattering over my skin as the murderous, depraved pack of wolves kills another woman. Rubbing my eyes, I brush the sleep away and look around until I’m satisfied that I’m safe. It’s still light out.
Stretching out as much as I can in the cramped car, I let out a yawn. My body is barely even functioning anymore from the lack of sleep. I only let myself rest during the day now, and even then my sleep is fitful. It’s the best bet I have of chasing the nightmare away, but they still come. Savage men abusing my body, and those of the other women locked in cages in a darkened cave like animals.
That was until she came. Demi. I was almost out of hope before her, too exhausted and broken to take anymore. Alaric was going to claim me as his own, to blood bond with me, and until then I felt like there was nothing I could do about it.
I’d prayed for it to end, for Alaric to get too rough and kill me as he took from me. My body was battered and broken, and my mind was splintering. When Demi arrived, she knew her men would come for her no matter what it took and that they’d save the rest of us.
And they came. They whisked us away from that nightmare and took us to a women’s sanctuary run by the magic born, where our wounds were healed, and our minds slowly started to be glued back together again. But it wasn’t enough for me.
I had to get away; I needed to protect everyone from what I thought was following me. The magic born kept telling me there was no way any of the wolves had survived the vampires’ attack, and even if they did, we were safe within the shields surrounding the sanctuary. I wasn’t so sure. For
The nightmares of Alaric assaulting me plagued me every time I closed my eyes, and I was exhausted. So I ran, and one of the magic born helped me. She believed me when I told her I didn’t think he was dead and that he’d come for me. She gave me a car, albeit a little run down, enough supplies and money to get me at least a few states away.
Checking myself in the rearview mirror, there are dark circles below my eyes from the lack of sleep, and the red veins all but take over the white. The blue is dull and lifeless, and my pale skin looks sickly and wrong. It’s been like this since they rescued us. The other women went to the therapy sessions; they were sleeping and eating well and looked better and better each day. But that didn’t happen to me. Instead, I look exactly as I did when I was rescued.
I stifle another yawn that threatens to be unleashed, but it’s no use. Leaning over to the passenger seat, I rummage around for another energy drink and come up empty. There are countless empty cans flung into the footwell, as well as various food wrappers.
I’ve spent my days driving throughout the night, not daring to stop even as my eyes grew heavy. Brief stops during the day give me enough sleep to be able to get back on the road. I’m running on fumes, though.
I need to stop for more supplies.
Starting the engine, the car sputters to life and I guide it back onto the asphalt. Glancing at the fuel gauge, I wince. Even if I could go without food and drink, I’m definitely going to have to stop in the next town whether I want to or not.
Peering out of the windscreen, I notice the tree line edging further away from the roadside, opening up into large, empty fields. In summer, I imagine the fields will be filled with all sorts of produce, but right now they are covered in a few inches of snow. The sun glares off the whiteness, blinding me momentarily. Hopefully, I’ll be pulling into a town soon. Then I can get gas, snacks, and give my legs a small stretch.
Since leaving the sanctuary, the panic surrounding me has lessened, as though the further away I get from my nightmares, the less grip it has on my soul. I’ll take it while it lasts. I turn my gaze back to the road in front of me; it looks like it could go for miles in a straight line, but as more and more buildings appear, I know I have to be close to the town.
Tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, I hum along to a tune only I can hear, keeping my eyes peeled for somewhere I can pull over to refill the tank. The small town I’m pulling into is quaint.
Most of the buildings are made of wood, and I drop my speed as I cross the city limits, taking in everything around me. There are people wrapped up in thick coats to stave off the cold, and I shiver at the thought of only having a sweater thrown in the back seat.
I spot the gas station just ahead and sigh in relief as I pull onto the forecourt. Turning off the engine, I reach into the back of the car and grab my sweater. As I come back around, I spot someone out of the corner of my eye and let out a shriek as he lifts a hand to knock on the driver’s side window.
He’s an older man, with a head full of gray hair, wearing coveralls with the name of the gas station embroidered in red on his chest. The name Burt is just below it. I place my hand over my chest to calm my racing heart. Pulling up the lock on the door, I grab the key and slowly open it. Burt holds the door open for me as I exit.
“Afternoon, miss,” comes Burt’s cheery voice and he smiles widely at me. “What can I get you?” He must notice the look of confusion on my face as I just stare at him. “How much gas?”
“Oh, right. Sorry.” I shake my head, remembering how in Portland the attendant had to pump the gas for you. “Fill the tank, please.”
“Right away, miss. If you just head inside to pay, Ol’ Sammy will help you out.” He gives me his back as he reaches for the pump.
Quickly, I throw my sweater on, shut the car door, and head inside, shivering as the cold brushes against my face and freezes my hands. A little bell tinkles above the door, announcing my arrival, and heat blasts from the vents just above it.
Heading straight for the aisles, I browse the snacks and grab some before I move to the refrigerators. My back prickles and I glance around, but there is no one there apart from Ol’ Sammy behind the counter. When my arms are loaded with potato chips, candy, and a few energy drinks, I go to the counter to pay for my haul and the gas. Ol’ Sammy has his back to me as he moves a few boxes around.
“There’s a cold snap heading this way.” My head snaps up and the old man is staring at me from the other side of the counter. I nod and smile weakly.
I gather my things and head back outside, dumping the items on the passenger seat. Burt gives me a smile from across the forecourt.
“Now, you be careful, miss. The roads are getting icy.”
“Thanks.” I give him a small wave and climb back into the car. Starting the engine, I blast the heater, holding my hands in front of the vents until I get some feeling back into them.
When my fingers no longer feel like blocks of ice, I put on my seatbelt and head for the exit, slipping back onto the main road. It doesn’t take me long until I’ve left the town and I’m back surrounded by trees again. I stifle a yawn, covering my mouth with the back of my hand. Even my nap at the side of the road wasn’t enough.
I need to stop for a rest, but not just yet. I still want to get more distance between me and Portland. It’s only been a couple of days since I left. I have no idea when the next town is, but I’ll stop there. Hopefully, I can find a motel close to the main road. The sky seems to darken as the surrounding trees get larger and closer together, the sun almost blotted out by their looming presence.
It feels almost like I’m driving through the night, even though I know there’s still at least another hour of daylight left. Turning on the car’s lights, I blink a few times. My eyes are so heavy, the darkness isn’t helping how tired I am. Movement within the trees at the side of the road grabs my attention and I whip my head to the side. Whatever is there is moving fast, keeping pace with my car.
It seems to move closer to the edge of the tree line, but I still can’t make out what it is. Goosebumps erupt across my skin, and a shudder races down my spine. My breath quickens as my mind imagines the monsters of my nightmares chasing my car. When the shadow dashes out of the trees and in front of the car, I let out a shriek, yanking the steering wheel to avoid it.
There’s nothing I can do as I hit a patch of ice on the road, the lurching movement of the car sending me to the other side of the road. I slam my foot onto the brake, but nothing happens as the car slides across the ice. I know before it happens that I’m going to crash into the forest edging the road and I brace for the impact.
The sound of crunching metal hits my ears, just as my head is jerked forward and my face smacks into the steering wheel. Blackness takes me as pain ricochets through my body.
Chapter 2
Grayson
Sprinting through the woods, the branches whip across my sides, but I ignore the sharp stings as I continue my run. I’m on a mission to catch my prey. It’s my sole focus right now. I hear their thumping heart as they try to flee. But I have their scent now, and I’m not planning on losing them.
The full moon is high in the sky, and there’s not a cloud in sight. I’m at my strongest when the moon is in this phase. My senses are beyond anything a mere human could ever grasp. As I close in on my prey, I smell their fear. Their flight response urged them to get away. But they won’t.
The scenery whips by me as I bound over boulders and fallen trees. I threaded in and out of the colossal trunks as I followed closely on the heels of my meal. The thought of sinking my teeth into them and tasting their blood has me picking up speed.
As I break into the clearing, I see them only a few paces ahead of me. I have them now. Leaping onto their back, I sink my fangs into their neck. Their body crumples to the ground beneath me. Tearing into the flesh, their warm, coppery blood floods my mouth. I rip away a chunk of meat and swallow it whole.
