Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,66

ask for. The fear it invoked and the regret this predicament offered did nothing to comfort my slipping soul. Nothing could save me. No one tried to protect me.

I was a loser at my own game of survival.

"Willow."

A voice called to me then. It was one I recognized, but the feelings were a mix of annoyance and wonder. The conscious debate only left me wondering if this voice could stop my approaching end - if they could be the saving grace I needed to come out of this and prevail.

"Sweet Willow. Come back to me."

I wanted to tell him I couldn't move. That no matter how hard I tried, I seemed to be stuck in this never-ending realm of sinking. There was nothing I could do to communicate my irony, but somehow he understood.

"Just breathe, Willow."

My confusion was obvious, for I was underwater. One inhale would lead to my demise, and yet he wanted me to do exactly that.

"Trust me, Willow. Breathe."

Regardless of my mixed emotions about this man, his quiet plea held a level of safety that gave me a spark of hope - that if I fell back, he'd be there to catch me when I least expected it. My mind, body, and soul told me that no matter the difference, this man meant well for me.

I just had to trust him.

Taking one more glance at the glimmering surface far above, I allowed myself to breathe.

* * *

My eyes opened suddenly, my inhales coming out in short huffs while my eyes scanned my dark surroundings to conclude I was in a car.

I didn't think as my hand summoned a dagger, its sharp tip pressed lightly against the throat of the individual sitting next to me.

"That shouldn't be how you thank your Alpha, Willow."

My half-opened eyes locked on to pink orbs of emotionless beauty; the passing flickers of the street lights made them dance with hints of orange.

It took me a very long minute to realize I'd somehow managed to move and place myself right on his lap while my conjured blade remained against his flesh. If I pressed even slightly, it would cut through, but in comparison to Neo or even Onyx, it felt almost wrong to try and cut Dimitris's smooth skin.

He can't be a fashion sensation with a cut on his neck, now can he?

"I'm not even going to ask about what you're thinking about," he casually muttered while his eyes never left mine. "Are you going to let me go?"

"What if I like it here?" I dared to inquire with a devilish smirk.

He didn't seem bothered by my taunting, his expression beyond the word boredom.

"Sitting on my lap with a dagger to my throat isn't going to get you the reaction you get from your mates, Sweet Willow," he stated and had the nerve to smile with a sarcastic grin that made his eyes glimmer in pure mockery.

I pouted my lips while debating whether I should just finish the deed of killing him out of spite, but to my internal surprise, my wolf opened her eyes just slightly.

Those orbs of color were filled with immense mischief.

She triggered an idea that unfolded as my actions were well into motion, leaving me to grin maliciously while my lips were inches from Dimitris’s, as I switched to William. His eyes widened with shock as he took in our closeness.

My chuckle was deep and expressed my triumph while I took in the shade of crimson that began to spread along Dimitris's cheeks.

"Let's try that again," I rasped with dominance as my lips brushed his with each spoken word. "What if I like it here, Dimitris?"

He didn't say a word, but I watched his Adam's apple move up and down slowly, the movement only emphasizing the power of lust I held in my grasp as William versus Willow.

After gaining my new position, I expected this persona would fade away with my ultimate desire to prove to Papa Dearest that I deserved to be seen. Instead, in the back seat of this car, I couldn't be happier to have this opportunity.

To be able to drive Dimitris mad with my masculinity and overflowing confidence.

I could hear the way his heart beat with haste and see the threatening drops of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. What was beginning to grow more and more obvious was his hardness that only pressed against mine, and compared to being nervous with a jumble of emotions with Neo and Onyx, I was the Dom in