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A Wolf Sacrificed : An MM Shifter Mpreg Romance (Descendants of Darkness Book 2), page 1
A WOLF SACRIFICED
DESCENDANTS OF DARKNESS SERIES, BOOK 2
MINERVA KNIGHT
Copyright © 2022 Minerva Knight
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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
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Contents
Title Page
Copyright
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
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Books In This Series
CHAPTER ONE
Ryker
Weeks later
No matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn’t feel clean. My blood was almost hot on my skin, and I could still feel the blade’s vibration tearing through the fabric and slicing into my mate’s flesh.
Did I hit the heart?
There was so much pain and disbelief when he looked me in the eyes. I knew Killian probably despised me for what I’d done, and if Knut held true to his promise to secure my early release, then I may never see Killian again to explain everything I’ve done and how it was to save him and my family.
I don’t know what I would do with myself if Killian died because of me; then I truly would be guilty of murdering my alpha.
The water was damn near intolerably hot, and my skin was almost blistering red. Steam rose from the faucet, drifted up to the ceiling, and curled over the lip of the tub.
But I didn’t wanna leave. I didn’t wanna go back out there into this new world.
The banging at the door was just amplifying my headache. I knew who it was before he opened his big mouth.
“The bath just isn’t for you, dipshit!” The omega shouting at me on the other side of the door was Marco, Dane’s lover and the one who ruled here, aside from the Madam who managed this club and Dane himself.
He didn’t have to serve anyone anymore. His only job was to attend to Dane’s every need. A position that everyone fought for but could only have one clear winner.
Personally, I didn’t know how Marco won. He wasn’t the most beautiful of the omegas here. Others were more sensual and breathtaking, with an air of authority around them. They took what they wanted, and they didn’t wait for it. Marco looked like a tantrum-throwing child in comparison. He had delicate features and eyes, but his personality was just as fragile and dangerous. He was plain in appearance, neither ugly nor beautiful. His nose was slightly too big, just like his ego. Everything had to be perfect, or he would show his anger. He was the only one who was openly hostile toward me.
He was sorely mistaken if he thought I was here to take his place. All I wanted was to get the hell outta here.
I finally came out of the shower wrapped in a towel. I wanted to stay in there a moment longer and pretend to be in my world of make-believe rather than face the reality of where I was, but I knew he wasn’t gonna stop banging on that door until I came out.
He placed his hands on his hips, looking me over and scrunching his nose as if I smelled bad. “You really think you’re hot shit, don’t you? You can just use the bathroom like this and expect not to face any consequences. Unlike you, the rest of us have to work.”
“Except for you,” I replied. Why the hell did I open my mouth? I just felt bitchy.
“I do my job, looking after Dane, my alpha.” He stressed ‘my alpha,’ making me roll my eyes before I could catch myself. “I don’t know why so much fuss was made over you. You’re not much to look at.”
“Yeah, they were gonna start an entire war over you.” An angelic man with platinum blond curly hair said. I forgot his name. He was just an orbiter, not even worth remembering aside from his ancient beauty.
I saw Pen walk by, keeping his head low. He didn’t say anything to me or anyone else in the weeks I’ve been here. I wanted so badly to talk to him. I tried a few times, but he wouldn’t speak to me much. Maybe he just didn’t have anything to say.
Marco didn’t like me taking my attention off of him. Before I knew it, he pushed me against the wall, causing the back of my head to bang against it, which exacerbated my headache.
“I want you to beg me and call me master. If you do, I’ll let you go to your room. If not, then you’ll have to go there naked.”
Others laughed while some stood quietly watching. The typical bullying situation. Even if there was someone here who disagreed, they wouldn’t dare speak up and rock the boat.
“Go fuck yourself. You’re just a whore like everyone else.” I shot back.
That earned me a slap across the face.
“Kick his ass.” The angel shouted. I take back what I said about his beauty.
“Why the hell are you all lazing about when you should get ready for work?” The Madam entered the hall. She was a tall woman who wore a wig that resembled a geisha. Her kimono was red and black with a cherry blossom pattern, very sensual, and amplified her bosom. She was in charge of the business, or at least some aspect. She corralled the workers and even dealt with the clients like a customer service rep, while Dane spent most of his time closed up in his room or office. “Save the spunky attitudes for pleasing your guest.” She grabbed me by the arm like scolding an unruly child and pulled me along to the back rooms, which served as the home for everyone who lived there. “Try to get along with everyone here because you will be here for a long time. With all the trouble you brought to our doorstep, you ought to be lucky I don’t have you scrubbing the floors of this establishment.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“Dane is still healing from his wounds. You are going to attend to him.”
“Why me? What about Marco?”
“Because you can’t be sold yet. We haven’t appraised your worth, and I can’t stand another night of you just sitting in your room feeling sorry for yourself.” She plopped me down on the stool in front of a vanity mirror. A hundred costumes and sex toys littered the back area and rows of vanities where all the workers could doll themselves up for the evening. She stood in front of me and surveyed my face.
“I don’t know if I can do that,” I said, feeling sick at the thought of what she was expecting me to do with Dane.
“Don’t think that mark of yours means anything. We have drugs that can bypass the effects of the mark. You will beg him to please you.”
“No!”
“Then get your act together.”
She slapped some powder on my face, added a slight blush to my nipples, and then combed my wet hair back. Did she really think I would go in there and sleep with Dane?
I’d rather toss myself out the window first. Just the thought of it was making me nauseous.
She pulled me out of the chair and led me to Dane’s room, up a small flight of stairs to the upper levels of the club. A warm light radiated from a lamp on a table near the couch. It was like a loft apartment with an airy feel, with tall ceilings and the sounds of moving air above us from perhaps a central air unit. If Dane was asleep, then I hoped he remained that way.
The Madam walked over to the king-sized bed, slapped Dane on the back, and laughed. “I brought you something to take your mind off the pain. It’s time to enjoy the spoils of war.”
“Make him happy, or I’ll have your tongue scrubbing the lobby floor tomorrow,” she said, pointing at me. I could feel her sharp eyes examining me and making me uncomfortable. The sound of her heels against the hardwood floor echoed down the hall.
She left us, heading downstairs. Of course, my wish for Dane to remain asleep wasn’t going to come true. This was Wunderland, a place where wishes died.
“Get over here.” He ordered.
His scent wafted about the room, a mixture of sweat and body odor. It could have been Killian’s mark making him smell so foul to me, or it could have been because he hadn’t bathed since the fight.
He sat up. Blood from the wound on his abdomen seeped through the bandage. He didn’t look like he was doing so well. His skin was pale, and there were dark bags under his eyes like he hadn’t slept in days, although I had just seen him sleeping.
He removed my towel, forcing me to cover myself with my hands. I didn’t need this shit. I felt too exposed, and I didn’t like this and didn’t wanna be near him a moment longer.
I backed off instinctively. Revulsion took over as he grazed my mark.
“Do you know some alphas have a kink for fucking marked omegas? I don’t know what it is about it, but they love the rejection and the revulsion you omegas have when another alpha is near you intimately. Lucky for you, I’m not one of them, although you a
“I did it for myself. What do you want with me?”
His thumb rubbed my nipples, and I lost my lunch all over his floor.
CHAPTER TWO
Dane made me clean up my mess, but fortunately, it wasn’t with my tongue. And thankfully, he allowed me to return to my room with my towel in place.
I passed Pen while he was on his way to his room. I heard the Madam shouting at him, calling him worthless, and how they almost lost a client because of his melancholy.
I followed him to his simple room. The walls were a light purple, and there were lily flower pattern designs on a wall that was slightly peeling off; his bed, like all the beds belonging to those who worked here, were simple twin-size beds. Although mostly everyone decorated their rooms and beds to match their sense of style and personality.
Pen’s bed was plain with simple white sheets, so was mine.
I closed the door and reached out to hug him before he made it to his bed, but he pushed me off and told me not to touch him.
“I’m sorry. I should have asked if you wanted to be touched.”
I knew how dirty he must’ve felt. Those men who wanted to rape me made me feel dirty too, but I couldn’t possibly compare our experiences because the men in here succeeded. Whereas the men who attempted to rape me didn’t. I didn’t know if someone gave me that bottle or if it rolled to me of its own free will by some sort of cosmic force or Guardian Angel, but it was the only thing that saved me that night.
“How are you?” I asked.
“Fine.” He nodded, but I could see the sadness in his eyes and the tears welling as he bobbed his head as if trapped by his need to be okay until the dams burst. “I’m so confused. I hate this. I hate being here. I hate everything about it. I hate how they smell, yet when they pumped me full of those drugs I can’t help but like it. I think I’m losing my mind. I’m sorry I got you caught. It was because of me, wasn’t it?”
“No, it wasn’t. I came here willingly.”
“But why? Please don’t say it was for me. I don’t wanna think of any omega subjecting themselves to this just to save someone like me. This is a dog-eat-dog world, so there’s no need to fall into their mouth of your own accord. I’ve always known that the strong eventually gobbles the weak.”
“I came here for protection from my alpha.” I couldn’t tell him the truth. This was the perfect opportunity to spend my lie, just in case that one-eyed bastard guard was listening. I wanted so badly to spill everything I was thinking and feeling to him, just as he was to me. I’m sorry, Pen. I’m so sorry I couldn’t be a better friend to you.
“Why did he take you by force?”
“No, but my family is in danger, and I needed to betray him to save them. I stole something from him, something precious, and I needed to get away, and Dane is the only other wolf here who can keep me safe.”
“How is stealing something in here gonna protect your family? They’re on the outside, right? That’s what you said.”
“Yeah, they are. But someone on the outside took them. That person wanted something my alpha had and wanted to use me to steal it in exchange for their lives.” I wiped my tears. Maybe I was putting my foot in my mouth and telling him more than I should, but I hadn’t had much time to process her death, and it was hitting me hard. My mom was dead, and I feared I was making a mistake. “He killed my mom…”
“Shit, you mentioned you were framed when we spoke on the boat. I honestly thought you were full of shit. Do you trust this person to let your parents go?”
“I don’t trust him, but he wants to secure my early release if I pass on the item. Maybe I can help my dad and brother when I get out.”
“Wow, really? You’ll be getting out of here then.” His eyes stared at me vacantly, but his lips curled into a smile. That alpha you stabbed. Was he yours?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Stabbing him was the only way to steal it, and now it’s in my possession. I just need to figure out a way to arrange a meeting with that guard so I can hand it over.”
“Why is it so special?”
“I’ll show you.”
We went to my room, a few doors across the hall. I opened the bottom cabinet of the nightstand, and inside a small container, an old box of chocolate cigars was left in the room; I pulled out the Fang. I cut it out of a dead wolf’s mouth during the battle. I hoped that it passed as the Lycan Fang long enough to save my family.
I didn’t care if I got out of Wunderland or not, but I knew that if Knut released my family, they would get away from him. We red wolves were good at running and hiding from danger, and I trusted they would be far away from him before he realized the Fang was a fake, that is, if he released them the moment he got it. If he didn’t, and he kept it long enough to use it, my family was as good as dead. My plan was flawed and relied heavily on many unknowns, but I could save Killian and my family if it worked. Was it wrong for me to wish the rescue both? This was the greatest gamble I would ever take. I hated gambling, by the way.
“What’s so special about this smelly fang?” Pen asked, holding it in his hands.
“It’s something called a Lycan Fang. I don’t know how it works. Perhaps it’s a power that only alphas can unlock, but it’s an item that’s supposed to give a wolf pack power.”
He handed it back to me, and I slipped it into the box and put it in the cabinet.
We sat on my bed. Pen chuckled a little.
“Is it sucky to admit that I’m happy to see you?”
“I’m happy to see you, too.” I smiled when he did. This was the first time I had seen him smile since I entered this club. “Hey, this doesn’t have to be the end. We can still figure a way out of here.”
“You have a way out of here. I’m stuck here until they use me up and spit me out.”
“No, I’m gonna help you get out of this club. You just have to trust me and be patient.”
“It’s hard to be patient when you’re getting raped every night.” He said bitterly. “Your first night here was spending it with an alpha you care about. Even now, you’re such a hot commodity that they don’t even wanna put you up for sale yet, and if this deal of yours goes through, you may actually get out of here unscathed.”
The door to my room flew open. It was the Madam. “Pen, go to your room. You and I will have a long talk tomorrow about your behavior here.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Pen said, keeping his tone in that neutral but slightly biting way. He got up and left.
“I heard you puked all over Dane’s floor. He should have made you clean it up with your mouth, but whatever, it’s time to put you up for auction to appraise your worth.”
“Auction?”
“Yes, we have several high-rolling guests here tonight who would like to see the much-talked-about Omega, the mate of a Vaewulf.”
“I’m not feeling good.” The truth and a lie rolled into one.
“I don’t give a damn how you’re feeling.”
I grabbed my now clean orange pants when the Madam stopped me.
“You won’t need to wear that.” She tossed a bundle of cloth in her arms in my direction. It was a dark mauve kimono. She stood and watched me put it on, and she didn’t bother to give me shoes. Instead, she handed me white tabi socks that separated the big toe.
I was so nervous as she led me to the backstage area as though we were going into a dungeon. She guided me to a cage and locked the bars. I couldn’t see through the curtains, but I could hear the audience shuffling in their seats. I listened to the curtains open with a clang that echoed around me. There were two spotlights trained directly on me. I turned away from them and covered my face.
The neon-lit club was packed so much so that men and women stood in the back because they couldn’t find a place to sit.
The Madam slapped the cage with a stick to get me to remove my hands from my face so they could look at me well. This was disgusting. I felt like cattle as they looked over me, appraising me. Their eyes raked over my figure as they blurted out the number of credits they were willing to pay just to have me.
