The Scarred Prince (The Wolf's Pet Book One) Read Online Free

of the prettier girls in the pack had already been there and back again, but I didn’t dare to ask them. How could I? We weren’t friends. And yet, now, as I imagined him mounting me, penetrating me, I clenched inside and nearly burst with the ache of pleasure as I clamped my legs against my hand.
    Kinaya.
    His breath was hot. His hands were tight, I felt them on my whole body. Burning, burning, red hot. I plunged my hand between my thighs and bit my pillow to keep from crying out as I neared the top of my peak. My hands were slick with sweat and something else. My heart pattered in my ears. Then, through the beating of my body, I heard something.
    “Kinaya?”
    I gasped, sitting upright, all of my blood rushing to my face. There was a shadow just behind the door, but I could tell the scent instantly. Blaise knocked slightly, not loud enough to wake anyone else up.
    “Kinaya? Are you asleep?” he whispered.
    My cheeks were burning. I was glad it was dark. With three strides, I was at the door and unlocked it. Then, before he could even open the door, I had jumped back into bed.
    Blaise didn’t say anything else to me, only got into the bed on his side of the room. I turned to the wall, shame burning through my body. I was sure he knew what I was doing. He didn’t say anything, though, and soon he was snoring slightly.
    Frustration boiled in my blood. Frustration over the whole birthday feast, frustration that I hadn’t gotten the release I needed. Frustration that I shared everything, everything, with my twin brother who took all of the glory and attention and gave nothing.
    Of course he could sleep. He didn’t have anything to worry about.
    Tomorrow, he would be the alpha.
     

Chapter Four
    When morning came, I trundled down to the kitchen table still in my pajamas before Blaise could get up. The floorboards were cold under my feet, and I sighed as I caught a cinnamon scent wafting from the kitchen. I’d hoped to be the first one up today, but—
    “Surprise!” My mom waved a spatula in the air. “Your favorite! Cinnamon pancakes!”
    I smiled weakly at my parents. The smell of cinnamon filled the kitchen and my stomach growled. Traitor .
    “Thanks, Mom,” I said. I wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t want to get pulled into a family breakfast, but those pancakes smelled good. And Blaise wasn’t up yet… I shifted my weight at the doorway.
    “Well come on and sit down,” she said. “Happy birthday!”
    “Happy birthday, sweetheart,” my dad said, pulling me over and planting a kiss on the top of my head. I plunked into a seat. It was nice to have both of my parents to myself, if only for a little while.
    “Do you feel older?” my mom asked, turning back to the pancakes.
    “I feel a whole day older than yesterday,” I said. “It’s incredible .”
    “Don’t you sass me,” my mom said, grinning.
    “Go ahead and sass her all you want,” Dad said. “It’s your birthday.”
    “Damien!”
    I laughed at the expression on my mom’s face. It felt good to be here, and as my mom served out pancakes onto my plate, I looked at my parents and thought about what it would have been like if I had been an only child. Just me… and them. A warmth ran through my chest.
    And then I caught his scent.
    “Hey everybody,” Blaise said, coming in and plopping down in his chair.
    “Happy birthday!” Dad said. Mom came over to serve him pancakes.
    “Man, it’s like an early birthday feast!” Blaise said. “This is great. Thanks! I can’t wait for this afternoon…”
    I frowned as Blaise continued yammering about what he was going to do with his friends before the feast. The image I had of us as a family dissipated. It was always about Blaise whenever he was around. He had a way of filling up the entire room once he came in.
    Thankfully, he had to take a break from talking in order to eat. His dark red hair fell over his face as he dug into his pancakes. His hair wasn’t frizzy at all, and he looked