Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“Fuck you! You can’t—”
“Silence, pup.” I backhanded him across the face, sending him crashing over the desk. “Your queen is speaking.”
“Arrgh!” Johnson toppled over the desk chair and took it down with him. Fighting, flailing, and clawing at the thing, it broke apart in a shadow of wood and plastic as he shot to his feet—yellow eyes and claws bared. “Bitch! I’ll kill you!”
Johnson leaped at me as I lazily phased, rolling my eyes at all the clueless dodos who couldn’t get through their fucking heads that physical attacks were useless against a moon wolf.
“Ag!” Johnson collapsed at my feet, clutching and clawing at his throat.
My wry smile morphed—brows snapping together watching him choke and gasp, raking gashes in his own neck. “Johnson?”
“Don’t spare your pity on him, Daze.” Paxton sauntered into the room. “He’s just learning the consequences of disrespecting my queen. Oh! Speaking of which...” Paxton balled his fists and smashed them together. In an instant, the alphas fell to their knees.
Toppling off desks, smashing down on the pong tables, tripping over their chests—it was raining gasping, choking alphas, and all I could do was stand there with my jaw gaping like a fish. Paxton? Paxton’s doing this!?
“Feel that?” Paxton asked as casual as could be. “That’s your lungs filling up with water, that’s the darkness bleeding into your eyes, that’s your life slipping away, and that’s your blessed alpha voice doing shit-all to stop it.”
It was true. They were all too busy hacking, coughing, wheezing, and crying to utter a single word through their waterlogged mouths.
Desperate fireballs, metal chains, wooden spears, and more flew at him. A wave rose up before him, captured them all, and washed them out the door—the barrage over as soon as it started.
“From now on, disrespecting the queen will no longer be tolerated,” Paxton drawled, uncaring of the two guys who flopped forward on the floor unconscious. “You will do what she says, when she says it, or it’s me who’ll slip into your fucking room at night and drown you in your sleep. Do you understand?”
Four people nodded—thrashing their heads on their necks.
“I said, do you understand!”
All heads were nodding now—thrashing their heads on their necks, like bobbleheads about to pop off.
Paxton released his fists.
“You fucking fish bastard!” Johnson roared, lurching to his feet. “Kill yourself!” he commanded, blowing my eyes wide. “Put your claws through your chest and rip your heart out!”
“No,” I screamed, racing to Paxton as claws tore from his nailbeds, and he raised his hand. “NOO!”
“Umpghf!” he grunted as I tackled him, wrapping my arms, legs, and whole body around his chest. “Luame, save me, woman, ravish my body later.”
My eyes lit on the little orange foam plugging his ear.
“I’m trying to teach a lesson here.” Paxton’s arm came up, and pointed at Johnson.
A tidal wave erupted from nowhere and blasted Johnson bellowing through the glass and out across the wolfball field. He flopped through the mud and grass—skidding to a hard and sudden stop.
He didn’t get up.
“Anyone else?” Paxton asked.
The screech and thud of dozens of butts hitting their seats were a shock to my ears, even though I came in here to put them in their place. I didn’t for a second believe it would be this easy.
I gaped at Paxton. No wonder you punished me for rejecting a prime piece of omega fine like him, Luame. I never considered myself a power groupie, but damned if my panties aren’t soaking.
Paxton clapped. “Now, Queen Daciana said she wanted five thousand words on why you fucking assholes are going to stop being assholes, wasn’t that right, Daze?”
“That—that’s right,” I croaked, finding my voice. “Five thousand words, and no one leaves this room until it’s finished. If you do leave without my finished essay, you can consider that your five-demerit ticket out of my school.”
Dozens of pairs of wide, red eyes and stricken faces looked back at me. They weren’t going anywhere.
“But just in case you try to test her...” Paxton crouched down, then jumped up—near punching the ceiling as two massive figures blinked into existence.
“Ahh!” I screamed, losing a lot of authority, but no one else noticed because they were too busy screaming too.
The sprites gazed around the room—still beautiful, still a magnificent creation of crystalline water and magic, still the most impossible beings I’d ever seen—but now two thousand times taller.
They towered over me, Paxton, and the wolves—their wild, undulating water heads brushing the ceiling—and screeched.
“Ahhh!” the alphas shouted, scrambling and climbing over their desks to get away.
The sprite giants didn’t follow, staying posted between them and the door.
“Get to writing,” Paxton called. Taking my hand, he rushed me goggling out of the door. “We have to go,” he hissed, slamming shut on the horrorfest inside.
“Why? What’s wrong?” I asked as we hurried down the hallway. “Will the sprites attack us too?”