view. Then I pushed Harper up against the wall, flattening my body to hers and dipping my head toward her mouth. If Rosalie was fucking the Lion, then why shouldn’t I fuck Harper?
She tilted her chin up, her lips wet and hungry for mine. I could totally do it. I could just kiss her and fuck her and she’d thank me for it too because I was one hell of a damn lay. I definitely wasn’t just butt hurt and trying to prove a point.
I got within an inch of her panting mouth before I yanked my head back so hard I almost gave myself whiplash.
I smacked my hand against the wall above Harper’s head and hissed, “Pretend I’m fucking you.”
She started moaning, her body grinding against mine in hopes of me giving into her and I moved away as she slammed herself against the wall, committing hard as she moaned and slapped the bricks again and again. I sighed. She was a damn good Beta, bless her heart. But my dick was so soft right now I could have used it as a blanket.
I dropped onto my bed, hooking a newspaper off my nightstand as Harper continued to scream and make sound effects that were so damn realistic, it was like she’d practised them a thousand times. Kudos girl.
I flipped through the articles in the Daily Solaria, ignoring the boring politics shit. I’d only ever taken a real interest in it a few years back when the Vega princesses had been vying to take the throne from the Celestial Heirs. Total fucking shit show, but the press had lapped it up and the stories that had come out had been more riveting than prime time television. No one could have predicted the way that would turn out. Glad I was in here when everyone started dying. I swear Darkmore had been a safe haven for a while compared to the war beyond these walls. It would be a whole new world out there when I finally got free. Which wouldn’t be for fifteen more fucking years. There could be more wars, more upheavals, more political deaths by the time I was free. Who knew who’d be sitting on the throne by then?
The bell rang to announce the guards arriving and I frowned a second before I realised why they were here. I dove off of my bed and snapped my fingers at Harper to stop the sex noises coming from her mouth before shoving the sheet aside and striding outside.
“Number Three-Oh-Seven,” Officer Nixon called out. “Ninety-Four, Two-Fifty-Two, Three-Eighty-Nine, One, Two-Thirty-Eight,” he continued reading off the inmates’ numbers as I grinned hungrily. Fuck. Yes. Maybe fate wasn’t against me after all. Maybe the world was just a dick and those pretty little stars up there really were rooting for me, sighing my name and fingering themselves over their favourite Alpha Wolf.
I ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time as my pack howled excitedly for me and I returned the sound as I went.
There were more guards grouping behind Nixon, a few of them exchanging glances over me winning a spot in the Fate Room lottery. That’s right fucktarts, I’m going to get a glimpse into the future and use it to my damn advantage. And there’s nothing your shiny little badges can do about it.
The guards led all ten of us across the bridge and I bounded along at their heels, anxious to get into the Fate Room and read my Horoscope, roll the dice, read the cards, get some fucking good news for once.
I growled as we arrived outside the huge metallic doors of the Fate Room, the rest of the cell block groups already there waiting to go in. I started pushing through the crowd just as Officer Cain opened the doors up ahead and I was dragged along with the tidal wave heading inside. I snarled and snapped at any fucker who got in my way and by the time I swept into the dark space, I was almost at the front.
I made it to the silver stairs that wound up to the huge Horometer slowly circling on the ceiling, the planets rotating around the large orb representing the sun at the heart of it. I shoved my way past everyone and no one challenged me until I made it to the very last person at the front of the line. Sin fucking Wilder.
“You got out of the hole then,” I said irritably.
“Yup. Just