Finn's POV
Jalin didn't wait. His hands grabbed me, rough and sudden, twisting me around and slamming me against the wall. My breath hitched as he yanked my pants down, the cold air biting my skin before his heat replaced it. I smirked against the grimy concrete, satisfaction curling in my gut. I know nothing about Lycans, huh? But I know you, Jalin, like the back of my fucking hand. Lycidas had been back at Court, keeping Lucian on a leash, and Jalin hadn't had an outlet in months. He was a coward with women, useless and soft, but with me? With me, he could let it all out.
He shoved into me, hard and graceless, his teeth sinking into my shoulder like he wanted to tear me apart. I gasped, arching back into him, giving him what he craved - frenzy, hunger, the kind of raw need that matched Lycidas at his worst. Our bodies clashed, a tangle of sweat and muscle, and I let myself moan, loud and broken, playing the part even as I savored the control.
When he entered me, a jolt of pain hit first, fading into that deep, aching pleasure I knew too well. His hands clamped onto my hips, fingers bruising, driving a relentless rhythm I met with equal force. Our bodies clashed, raw and primal, each of us fighting for control.
I clawed his back, marking him. He growled, thrusting harder, as if to remind me of my past. Our kiss was fierce - teeth, tongues, blood -stoking the fire inside me. Slick with sweat, I pushed back, arched, twisted, and stretched.
"How did he fuck you?" Jalin whispered next to my ear, his breath flickering my hair. "I heard he's good. Tell me everything."
I bit my lips and didn't say a word.
Even though I was with Jalin, I couldn't stop thinking of Lycidas.
What the fuck he's doing right now? He should be at some sort of boring party with all the Alphas from other packs. And when he went back to his palace and found out I wasn't there, stripped naked while waiting for him, what kind of expression would be on his face?
Then the warehouse flared bright, light flooding the shadows as the door crashed open. Werewolf soldiers stormed in, their heavy boots thudding against the floor, and my heart slammed into my ribs. I knew those uniforms - Lycidas' men. Fuck. Why was he here? This was supposed to be my move, my chance to pull Jalin in, to talk about planting those Prototype memories in Lucian and taking the Lycan King for ourselves. But Lycidas tracking me? That wasn't his style, not the cold, calculated prince I knew.
He strode in behind them, dressed in banquet finery - silk and velvet, a diplomat's mask over a predator's soul. His eyes found me, sprawled under Jalin, and darkened to something lethal. "Get out of here," he snarled at the soldiers, and they scattered like rats, slamming the door shut.
Jalin pulled back, fixing his clothes with a calm I envied, while I stayed on the ground, naked save for the pants tangled at my knees. I stared at the ceiling, chest heaving, acting like I was still lost in Jalin's touch -but my mind raced, calculating every move.
Lycidas loomed over Jalin. "What did you just do to him?"
Jalin smiled, sharp and icy. "Your Highness, you've trained him very well."
Lycidas lunged, grabbing Jalin's collar and pinning him to the wall. "Whatever you did to him just now, I'll do it to you!" he roared, claws tearing at Jalin's suit.
I saw movement outside - Jalin's soldiers, poised to rush in. My stomach dropped. This was a setup. Jalin had leaked this meeting, baited Lycidas here to provoke him, to get him to strike so he could run crying to Lucian. That bastard. I couldn't let it unravel, not when I held all three of them in my hands.
I scrambled up, grabbing their arms. "I thought tonight belonged to the three of us," I purred, dropping to my knees between them. My hands slid over them, bold and intimate, and the soldiers outside froze, eyes wide. I smirked at them. "Why, you want to join us?"
They bolted, door banging shut, and I exhaled. Crisis averted.
Jalin rounded on me, grabbing my arm. "You fucking slut," he spat. "I knew you were lying. You've always defended him!"
Lycidas shoved him off. "What the fucking are you talking about? Watch your filthy mouth!"
Jalin's eyes glittered, cold and cruel, pointing at me. "You, your brother, your father - you're all the same. Too full of yourselves and too blind. You don't know what he is. He'll gnaw you to pieces one day."
Lycidas sneered. "If you stopped plotting my death every damn day, I'd have half my problems. Don't worry about the rest."
Jalin adjusted his torn suit, stepping close, voice a venomous whisper. "But if you feed your dog well, will he still run out?"
Lycidas seized his tie. "Mention the Old King or His Majesty again, and I'll finish what we've left for today."
Jalin glared at him, then shot me a warning look before stalking out.
Lycidas turned to me, slow and predatory. "Are there any men around you who haven't fucked you yet?"
I backed up, eyes down, voice soft. "Your Highness, I understand that our relationship isn't exclusive. Jalin lured me here to provoke you, to frame you. But he overestimated my worth to you. I'm nothing - just a fuck toy for your amusement…"
I hit the wall, cornered, and he grabbed my shoulder. "From today, you're mine. Only mine. No one else touches you. Understand?"
I bowed my head. "Understood, Your Highness."
He forced my chin up. "Say it to me."
"I'm yours, Your Highness" I said, obedient, steady. "No one else touches me. I belong to you."
He sneered, eyes raking my bare skin. "Get on your knees and tell me how he fucked you."
I sank down, ready to spin the tale, knowing I'd won. Jalin was outmaneuvered, Lycidas was hooked, and soon, Lucian would be mine too. They thought they owned me, but I was the one pulling the strings, and they'd never see it coming.