Page 3 of Feral Edge

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Elijah

"So, is there an actual plan somewhere in this dungeon with us? Or is this it? Feed me snacks until I join your pack?"

"You haven't eaten anything yet," Cian says, holding out half of a sandwich. He's already taken a bite out of the other half. I reach for it, but he pulls it back.

"I'm not going to make airplane noises, go on. Take a bite." My stomach lets out a growl that rivals my wolf at its meanest. I give in and take a bite. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but peanut butter and marshmallow fluff was not it. Bite after bite, I devour the offered sandwich while Cian smiles wickedly at me.

"See, isn't that better?" He asks.

Of course it's better, I haven't eaten in nearly two days. Cian hands me a bottle of water to wash it down with and offers the rest of his sandwich.

"I don't know what kind of roadkill your wolf is into, but I'll take that string cheese. Wait. I know you have a kitchen up there. Where is the actual food?"

"Prisoner. Remember?" Cian responds with a laugh.

"I am much more reasonable after good food."

"No, you're not. I bet you'd be very reasonable after a good fuck."

He takes another bite of his sandwich, pulls a phone from his pocket, types out a message, then tucks it back into his pocket.

"Let's talk while we wait for some actual food."

"Okay, yeah. What's the plan?"

"You don't get to know anything useful until I have your loyalty. I can't have you leaking information to your ex-alpha."

"I'd like you to be upstairs with me. It's too musty down here for my liking. I need to get someone down here to check for a mold orgy."

"I've been down here breathing in mold this whole time?"

"If you are willing to behave, I have a bed you can sleep in."

My eyes roll so hard I'm sure I see the back of my eye sockets. I know there is a damn spare room up there, but no, Cian offers his own bed. Do I risk another night in the mold dungeon or pretend to behave and get an actual bed to sleep in?

"I could use a shower." I admit.

"Agreed."

Cian sends another message, and within moments, the steel door to the dungeon opens, and two men step inside. One retrieves the key while the other glares daggers at me from across the room.

"Why did you bring Trevor?" Cian asks in a hushed tone. "So he can meet his competition."

5

Cian

The walk upstairs is awkward. Trevor's arms stay crossed over his chest, and if looks could kill, Elijah would be dead. Elijah, on the other hand, is eating this up, taking every chance he can to rub against my shoulder or lean into me.

Trevor continues past us down the hall when we emerge from the basement doors.

"Thank you for the escort. I can take it from here." Technically, I had it just fine, but Trevor attending made Elijah jealous, and I'm cool with that.

I lead Elijah up the stairs, past my office and to my suite. I took over and added on after my mom and dad left the pack to me. They're traveling the country now with the adopted cat, Rufus. Two wolves taking care of an ex-stray cat is almost as hilarious as the pictures they sent me of the three of them at the Grand Canyon.

"Is this where you woo me? Strip off your clothes and entice me with your giant alpha cock?" Elijah asks.