Fated for Her Wolves - Tara West Page 0,18
asked, then held her breath, fearing Sitri would put her in danger.
“We lure her with bait.” He casually strolled to the bar and poured another shot of vodka. “Her stepsons spend every night at the bar. We’ll take one of them tonight.”
Moisture pooled in Balban’s panties at the thought. Though she knew it was a dangerous mission, what she wouldn’t give to have one of those virile wolf shifters as her prisoner. Maybe Sitri’s plan wasn’t so bad after all.
AFTER THE MEETING, Tatiana’s mother worked at soothing Tor. Judging by the thunderous look in his eyes, he wanted to pummel Atan Albescu. She had no doubt he could do it, too. The Thunderfoots were the largest shifters among the tribes. Atan wouldn’t stand a chance. Some part of her wished Tor would beat him, but she knew Klaus was right. If the Amaroki warred within themselves, they’d miss the bigger threat from outside. They had to focus their energy on the demon. After it was destroyed, however, she wouldn’t mind seeing Tor plant his fist in Atan’s face.
“Tatiana?” Constantine looked at her, his wool cap in his hands.
Butterflies swarmed her belly. “Yes?”
“We would like to show you our house.”
A knot of tension formed in her throat as Andrei and Dejan gazed at her with hopeful looks in their eyes. Dimitri had his back to them while he talked with his father. Though she couldn’t deny she was curious about their house, she didn’t want to go if Dimitri was going to sulk the entire time. She hoped Tor would give her an out. They wouldn’t want her going anywhere with a suspected demon on the loose.
To her surprise, he shrugged. “Have her back in an hour.”
She gaped at him. Was he seriously going to let her leave?
“Da,” Constantine said, his eyes lighting up like a kid with a new toy. “We will.”
As Dejan helped her into her coat, she couldn’t help giving Tor an accusatory look. Something told her this was going to be the longest hour of her life.
Chapter Five
“HELLO, MY SWEET.” SITRI cupped Katarina’s chin and wiped a smattering of blood off her pouty lip. He’d been so pleased when his pretty wolf had found a body almost identical to her last one, with pale creamy skin, blue eyes, and silky blond hair that framed her face like an angelic halo. It was a shame she’d betrayed him. He’d learned early on that his sweet rose had thorns, but that only made her more intriguing, more desirable.
She pulled away from him, her chains rattling as she pressed into the concrete wall. “I’m not your sweet.”
He tried to hide his disappointment. “I’m glad the wolverine didn’t hurt your pretty face. I’d hate to have to find you a new one.” But he would. He’d do almost anything for Katarina, except free her from imprisonment. That he could never do. He reached for her once more, wishing to feel her soft skin under his calloused knuckles.
She snapped at him. “Don’t touch me, you ugly, bloated toad.”
He instinctively pulled back his hand to strike her, then thought better of it when her eyes widened with fear. He hated that she looked at him as if he was a monster. She had worshipped him when they’d been in hell. Had that all been a ruse? Perhaps it was only this ugly human skin that made her act this way. He planned on ditching it soon. He would miss having a male appendage, but having power was more important. In the meantime, he’d use his appendage to find pleasure with Katarina.
“Don’t be like that,” he pleaded, resenting the whine in his voice and her for forcing him to stoop to begging for her favors.
Her eyes welled with tears. “How do you expect me to be when you torture and rape me?”
He fought the urge to wipe a tear from her cheek. “The experiments were necessary, since you’ve been less than honest with me, but I don’t need to torture you anymore, now that I know how to get inside a shifter’s skin.”
He was so pleased when he’d finally discovered a shifter’s vulnerability. It was in the split second that Katarina had shifted from human to wolf that Balban was able to slip inside her body. Unable to shift into a wolf, Balban had then turned back into a human, but Sitri had already abandoned the idea of becoming a shifter. He had a much better plan. He would become a witch, one with