Trap of the King Alpha Triplet
Chapter 4 My Little Prey

Content warning: This chapter contains suggestive themes, crude language, and mild bullying. Leo.

I watch her from across the dining room table, my little hybrid stepsister. Emily. With her wild curls, pouty lips, and defiant green eyes, she looks good enough to eat.

We should take a bite, my wolf growls in my head. Claim her. Make her submit.

Down boy.

We need to break her first. Tame that feisty spirit before we devour her whole.

It won't be easy. I'm used to girls throwing themselves at me, vying for the chance to be the next Luna of the Windridge Pack. Flashing their cleavage, batting their lashes, spreading their legs at the snap of my fingers. But not Emily. Oh no. My sexy little hybrid fought back when I put her in her place yesterday. Told me to "fuck off".

Mmm. I do love a challenge.

"Leo, you're staring," Logan mutters under his breath, his blue eyes flickering with warning.

I flash him a wolfish grin, not taking my eyes off our pretty prey. "Just enjoying the view, brother."

Luca chuckles darkly. "She is quite the tasty morsel, isn't she? I call dibs on the first bite."

Anger flares through me at the thought of my brothers touching her, their hands on her creamy skin, their cocks plundering her tight little cunt. Emily is mine to break, to bend to my will.

Before I can tell them to back off, Dad clears his throat. "Boys, I expect you to make Emily feel welcome. She's part of our family now."

I exchange a glance with my brothers, a silent conversation passing between us. The mind link that makes us so lethal on the ice will help us conquer our greatest challenge yet, cracking Emily Blackwood's stubborn shell.

Game on, little hybrid. Game on.

***

After breakfast, my brothers and I head outside for our daily training.

We start in human form, practicing hand-to-hand combat and honing our hunting skills. The Windridge Pack is known for producing the fiercest, most ruthless alphas. And as the future leader, we are the best. "Again," Dad barks as Logan pins me to the ground. "An Alpha never submits."

I growl, shoving my brother off and leaping to my feet. This time, I feint left before sweeping his legs out from under him. He hits the dirt with a thud.

"Good." Dad nods approvingly. "Now shift."

I feel the familiar rush of power as my bones crack and realign. Black fur sprouts along my skin as I drop to all fours. Within seconds, I'm a massive gray wolf, towering over my packmates.

Finally, my wolf rumbles. I hate being cooped up in that weak human body.

I snort in amusement. My wolf is a cranky old bastard, but his strength is unmatched. Together, we're unstoppable.

Enough chatter, Logan grumbles through the mind link. Let's hunt.

We take off into the woods, our paws flying over the forest floor, dodging trees and leaping over fallen logs. The thrill of the chase sings in my veins, as we close in on our prey. A young buck, his heart pounding like a war drum.

I leap, my powerful hind legs propelling me through the air. My jaws close around his throat, razor-sharp fangs sinking into his flesh. The taste of hot, coppery blood fills my mouth as I clamp down, snuffing the life from his body. Fuck, that was good. Luca's tongue lolls out in a wolfy grin. Almost as satisfying as sinking my teeth into a certain hybrid.

I bare my fangs, a low growl rumbling in my chest. Emily is mine. I don't share.

Logan lets out a bark of laughter. Listen to yourself, getting all territorial over your little stepsister. If I didn't know better, I'd say you actually like her.

Rage floods through me at the accusation. Emily is just another conquest, a plaything to discard once I've had my fun.

Fuck off, I snarl. I'll break her like I broke all the rest. She's nothing special.

Even as I say the words, an unfamiliar feeling twists in my gut. Something dangerously close to doubt.

No. I refuse to let one girl, hybrid or not, get under my skin. Emily Blackwood will submit to me. It's only a matter of time.

***

I find her in the library after dinner, curled up in an armchair with her nose buried in a book. She looks so soft and vulnerable, my pretty little prey. Time to play.

"Studying hard, sis?" I drawl, leaning against the doorframe.

Emily jumps, her eyes widening as she takes in my looming form. I can practically smell her fear, sharp and tangy, and underneath, the tantalizing scent of arousal. Honeysuckle and vanilla, ripe and intoxicating. "W-What do you want, Leo?"

I smirk, stalking closer. "Just checking in on my favorite hybrid. Making sure you're settling in alright."

She stiffens, her knuckles turning white as she grips her book. "I'm fine. You can go now."

"Mmm, I don't think so." Quick as a snake, I snatch the novel from her hands, holding it out of reach. "I'm bored. Entertain me."

"Give it back, you overgrown fleabag!" Emily leaps to her feet, her cheeks flushed with anger.

Fuck, she's gorgeous when she's riled up. I want to grab her, crush my mouth against her rosebud lips until she melts into me, until all she can think, all she can feel, is me.

Do it, my wolf urges. Claim her. Make her ours.

I take a menacing step forward, backing her up against the bookshelf. She glares at me, her breath coming fast and shallow. I lean in, caging her with my arms.

"Careful, little girl," I rasp, my voice dropping to a deep growl. "Didn't Daddy ever warn you not to play with wolves? We bite."

Her scent spikes with fear...and desire. I inhale deeply, my cock hardening in my jeans. Christ, I want to bury myself inside her tight little body, fuck her until she screams my name. "You don't scare me," Emily whispers, jutting her chin defiantly.

I chuckle darkly, tracing a clawed finger down her cheek. She shivers under my touch. "Oh, sweet sister. You should be very, very afraid."

I shove the book into her hands and stalk out of the library, my pulse pounding in my ears.

Fuck.

This girl is going to be the death of me.

But what a way to go.