The Wolf in Wolf's Clothing

Copyright © 2022 by Rune Hunt This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used facetiously. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. The Wolf in Wolf’s Clothing ISBN: 9798372873674 Copy editing by Owlsome Author Services Proofread by LiSara Cool Editing Cover Designed by Beauxif Graphics Author Disclaimer: This book is a why-choose novel, meaning the female lead does not choose between her love interests and will have multiple sexual partners. This book contains adult/mature content, has many dark elements and ends on a cliffhanger. Please read the triggers and read at your own risk. Not all triggers will be in this book, but this is for all four books overall. I do not go into great detail with most triggers, but they are there. Some triggers include betrayal, attempted rape, torture, loss of loved ones, a retelling of past abuse, mental illness, slavery/servant work, kidnapping, child abuse, light touch on an eating disorder, and graphic deaths of people and children. Some consensual kinks include virginity, masturbating, BDSM, sadism and masochism, edge play/denial/orgasm control, knife kink, blood kink, power exchange, primal play, pleasure dom, cuckolding, breeding, exhibitionism, aftercare, impact play, rope bondage, dirty talk, threesomes up to ninesomes, biting, knotting, ridges, vibration, and self-lubricating. If you read and find something that needs to be added to either of the lists, feel free to reach out to me and tell me about it! 1 Arcadia “Wakey, wakey, little fae,” a heavy voice said. Fear rushed within me as my heart pounded in my ears. My throat was raw and dried from the lack of water. I tried to wiggle free, but my wrist was tied behind my back. Nothing but darkness surrounded me behind the blindfold, and I knew exactly where I was or where I thought I was—a dungeon about to be tortured again. “Calm down, fae,” the voice said, but it made me freeze. I finally recognized the voice. It was the Crimson Ravens’ clan leader. We needed to find the Crimson Ravens for me to get back to the fae world, but they turned on us. “Calm down. Why are you panicking?” he said with a sigh before he lifted the blindfold over my eyes. I recoiled from the bright white light. After a few blinking moments, I was faced with a tan-skinned orc with long ash-brown hair hovering over me. He stepped closer, and I pushed myself back against our cage. It was the orc I saved from being beheaded by the humans. My brows pulled, and the fear brought up angered me. “You kidnapped us and tied us up!” “It does look like that, doesn’t it?” He cocked a brow, fixing his feet to crouch before me. His pin-straight hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and his clay red mask he had on during the attack was off now, hanging on his hip. His bright blue eyes scanned my face. His chiseled jaw tightened a bit. Maybe if he wasn’t so deranged, he could be attractive. “I’m not going to hurt you, Princess.” “I don’t trust you and stop calling me that.” “I couldn’t let you see our home or how to get to it. I promise you; I’m not going to hurt you.” For a deranged guy, that sounded reasonable. His eyes dropped over my body, and I couldn’t help but feel like a wild animal tied up, and he was hungry for me. “Calm down, now. I don’t want to come back here again, Princess.” “Fuck off, lulgijak,” I spat at him as he put down my blindfold. “The mouth on this one!” He and others chuckled. “Don’t provoke them,” Thrasher growled at me next to me. I inched over, my shoulder bumping his. Just the contact of having him close to me felt nice. I kept silent, leaning into his shoulder. He didn’t tell me to move the whole time, but the way his shoulder was built told me it was him or Alek, and I didn’t mind either one. This was my fault, and I got us into this mess. Humans ambushed us, and the Crimson Ravens helped us before kidnapping us. I knew I needed to find them and to find out where the faes were, but not like this. Whatever we were riding in pulled to a stop, sending me flying forward. The cage door in the back opened with a squeak, and hands grabbed my shoulder after a moment. I guess I wasn’t moving fast enough because huge hands picked me up by my waist. I kicked my leg out, hitting a thigh, but instead of hurting the person, he laughed heavily at me. I knew it was the leader from the sound of his voice. Once he set me on the soft ground, his hands pushed me to my knees. Why was I on my knees? What was he going to make me do? Heat warmed my body. Then he pulled off the blind. I blinked away at the bright sunlight in my eyes, getting a better look at the leader this time. My eyes landed on his thick thighs that I kicked, and his low-waisted pants showed a toned v on his hips. Blood dripped between the crevices of his abs, running over the faded scars on his body. He smirked down at me, pulling at my bow’s string around his body. I swallowed the spit in my mouth, looking down. Behind me, someone cut my hands free. “Welcome,” the guy said, stepping back to speak to everyone. Looking over, I counted all my men: Thrasher, Traeger, Alek, Hex, and even Ryder—though I could care less what happened to him. “To the Crimson Ravens’ village.” My eyes snapped to the leader before looking around and standing. The village was near a sea, and we were kneeling on the shore.