Chapter 112: Heir...
Alpha Thorgar Ulfsen...ruling over the notorious Skarthheim pack... was no ordinary man.
He was what nightmares were made up of.Rumor had it that he commanded not only wolves but the wind and the sand... and some other creatures of the dark who must not be named.
He was both feared and revered by his own people... but maybe he was never loved.
Thorgar towered above a ring of bodies. Bare chested and gleaming with sweat, he looked nothing short of a Minotaur in human form.
His eyes were wild, his fangs bared in something between pleasure and desperation.The air reeked of sweat, iron, and the musk of feral desire.
He was right in the center of the Skarthheim stronghold...definitely not a bedroom, not even a hall, but the open dirt courtyard where warriors trained and prisoners were broken.
Alpha Thorgar Ulfsen took his pleasure like the beast he was.
Women knelt before him, their backs arched, their skin glistening with the marks of his hands. They were not lovers. They were vessels...half shifted priestesses, warriors, and breeders...all of them naked but painted in sacred runes.
Some crouched at his feet, some writhed beneath his touch. Their cries echoed in rhythm with the drums as they whispered the same word over and over again.
"Now... it is time... The heir must return..."
Thorgar growled, thrusting harder with each breath.