Dominating Red by Kristin Miller

Author:Kristin Miller [Miller, Kristin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Erotica
ISBN: 9781633756724
Google: PuxLDAAAQBAJ
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Goodreads: 30247933
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2016-06-26T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

Ivy

Holy. Wolves.

They’re everywhere.

As I enter the Great Hall, I scan the furry faces around me. Short wolves, skinny wolves, brown wolves, black wolves. I feel like I’m stuck in a warped Doctor Seuss book. They’re so different, each one unique in its own way. I only saw my parents shift into wolves one time, and that was so they could prove my fate wasn’t frightening.

My life would still be normal, they’d said.

But standing in a Victorian gothic castle filled with giant werewolves is only normal if you’re acting in an HBO special with an insanely talented hair and makeup person.

As we stride between rows of giant black mats—where the wolves will sit in a few short minutes, I assume—Lukas whispers something in my ear before leaving me to take his seat on the front stage.

I think he says, “You know what to do,” but I can’t be sure through the fuzzing in my head.

A gold throne is situated front and center, with thick black swags of fabric sweeping overhead and two black leather chairs on either side. Lukas sits in the chair on the left, crossing his ankle over his knee as if he’s bored before the ceremony has even begun. As my gaze slides across the stage and lands on Reaper, my heart hiccups in my chest.

Holy hotness, there he is.

He’s sitting to the right of the throne, glowering at Lukas, a frown pulling at the corners of his gorgeous mouth. As I scope him out, from his slick, black hair to his mesmerizing onyx eyes, I’m taken aback—again—by how drop-dead-sexy he is. Somehow it feels as if he’s imprinted on me, and simply being in the same room with him has rendered me incapable of focusing on anyone else. A shadow of stubble covers his wide jaw, and his golden-tan skin nearly glows in the candlelight. He’s six foot six and over two-hundred pounds of thick cords of muscle. Not that you’d know it from the way he’s hunched over with his elbows resting on his knees.

I track Reaper’s line of sight to Lukas, who is flanking the other side of the throne.

Ah, the Omega’s two hotter-than-hell grandsons.

And I’ve screwed them both tonight.

I wonder if there’s a congeniality medal awarded after the ceremony. I’d be a sure win.

“Excuse me,” I say, weaving around a wolf as he leans over the mat and scoots toward the front edge. His fur is black and matted, and the ridge on his back spikes high as I maneuver around him. “Pardon me,” I respond to another, who growls when I step on his tail. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper, tripping over the thick paw of a silver-haired wolf.

When another pre-shifter—a fair-skinned redhead with an evergreen robe—pulls me by the elbow and guides me toward the back of the room, I’m thankful beyond words.

“You’re late.” Yanking me through a curtain partitioning the Great Hall from this antechamber, she pushes me toward the back of the line of pre-shifters. There are twenty women—give or take a few—and each looks more worried than the one standing behind her.

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