Red Wolf: Sneak Peek
The situation could not have been more dire. After a red-kryptonite bomb goes off in the city, Kara has to be imprisoned at the DEO to ride out the toxins that have taken over her system. To make matters worse, it’s the first pink moon in six years which means her wolfish mate, Lena, has transfigured with her rut and has to be imprisoned at the headquarters too. (ABO Dynamics, Omega Kara, Alpha Lena.)
*OR*
Rutting Werewolf Lena comes face to face with Red Kryptonite Kara in her heat.
They stood like sentinels appraising the threat of the other behind the impenetrable walls of their glass cells. Lena pensive, tight, taut, teeth sharp and snarling. Kara not fairing much better, her brow sweating, her body shivering with cramps, though she possessed some sense of acute intelligence about her situation. Lena… Lena on the other hand looked damn-near feral.
Hours had passed, the world outside was on fire, yet there was nothing for them beyond their faint repulsion and intrigue with the other. They stared as though looking into a nightmarish parallel reality, one that was topsy-turvy and unrecognisable. The thrum of their bond, the invisible link that bound them, it pulsed and throbbed in need of the other. Kara was deep in her heat, Lena too, and yet they felt like unfamiliar strangers to one another in this state.
“Woof!” Kara finally burst with amusement after a period of silence. Her eyes sparkling arrogantly, her smirk wicked and unpleasant. “Does that mangy little dog of mine speak when she’s in her apex state?”
Lena smirked. The two jet-black pointed ears that peeked through her hair twitching slightly. Every muscle seemed to push and become pronounced, the balls of her shoulders, her etched obliques. Her skin was so pale that it almost shimmered, her emerald eyes pitch black and inhuman. Then, there was the long panther-like tail swaying and curling behind her. She was anything but mangy, though Kara amused herself regardless.
“Mangy?” Lena growled beneath her breath, slightly offended and simultaneously above it. “Be careful, my love, those who lie with dogs tend to catch fleas.”
“I am of royal blood and a mother tongue so high and ancient your earthly mouth cannot even pronounce my name. I don’t lay with anyone. I conquer.”
“You don’t conquer.” Lena prowled with her jet black tail curling behind, scoffing. “You bend, you kneel, you tremble, and you whimper for my knot in the long cold night when I’m not around to soothe you — you think I don’t hear you, but I do.” The wolf glanced wickedly, her black eyes imperceptible and obsidian. “I always hear you, slut.”
“Call me that again and I will put you down like the filthy animal you are.” Kara laughed a hard, genuine noise.
Lena’s jaw suddenly seemed to unhinge from itself, so wide and violent was her snarling growl that every razor sharp tooth could be seen in her mouth. Her body shook with indignation, her muscles contracting and fighting one another beneath her skin. She was not human, she was suddenly the legend of nightmares and world killers combined. Kara liked it. Privately, she had so long itched for an adversary of equal station to start a small war with — perhaps her wife had been right under her nose this entire time.
Read Finished Part I HERE
