The Shattered Dawn — Harvey Price novel Chapter 30

30/Their new toy

Lucien’s pov

Control.

What did it truly mean?

Was it having everything and everyone in the palm of your and? Holding the kind of power men spent lifetimes chasing, the kind women willingly surrendered themselves to? To stand above all at the very top?

Or was it the ability to bend others to your will?

To use them to your advantage, to make them submit whether through force or by offering something they craved, something they could not resist.

Something that granted you power over them, simply because you possessed it.

So, in the end, control was power.

Wasn’t it?

The strongest always claimed control.

I tilted my head slightly, fingers tapping idly against the seat as the car glided smoothly down the road.

The atmosphere was quiet-just the way I preferred it. Abraham, our gamma in the driver’s seat knew better than to speak unless spoken to, at least with me.

Claude and Silas never minded idle chatter but I did, especially in moments like this when I needed silence to think.

My eyes stayed fixed ahead, my expression colder than usual tonight. The tapping of my fingers against the seat was steady, almost in sync. The corner of my lips pulled into a slight frown as I lifted the cigarette to my mouth, taking a slow drag while different thoughts raced through my mind, clouding my focus.

So if control was power then why had I lost it?

Why had I agreed to the foolish opinion Silas had made?

“As much as Claude is an idiot, he is right. Lilith, we are drawn to her in ways we cannot explain and not only us, our wolves are too. She is different from the others and sooner or later we won’t be able to control ourselves. So how about we make a deal? Bind her to the Crescent Bond, give her something she wants and in return, her body will be ours.”

That was what he had suggested this afternoon. 1

And of course, I had disagreed at first. We were cursed from the very beginning for many reasons-our cruelty, our lack of sympathy, the ease with which we killed withou so much as a second thought. All of it seemed to displease the goddess. But above all, we were cursed for one thing:

Our carnal desires.

Sex.

We brothers loved it. It was how we passed the time, wome beneath us, screaming until they cried, begging for release, submitting in ways that pushed them past their limits.

I leaned back against the seat, taking another slow drag, my gaze fixed on nothing in particular.

Watching a woman break, seeing her on her knees, tears streaming as she unraveled in the pleasure we gave, that

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was something we all shared in common. But above all, what we loved most was sharing them.

We had shared almost everything growing up-our toys, our training instructors, our servants. We even shared the Alpha title, the Fangspire Pack.

So why not a woman?

Why not share them with my brothers?

They wanted it anyway so what was wrong with it? Because sex was supposed to be a sacred act between mates? Was that the reason we were cursed?

The corner of my lips curled into a humorless smirk at the thought.

I didn’t give two fucks about a mate bond. It was nothing more than a worthless connection created by the goddess to tie strangers together. They called it sacred but it was bullshit, a bond where strangers were supposed to fall in love the instant they met?

A low chuckle slipped from me as I stopped tapping and ran a hand through my strands, pushing them back.

I’d rather just have sex.

But then the goddess had cursed us.

If we didn’t find our mate before our twenty-sixth year, we would die, our wolves would devour us from within. So, in truth, we didn’t have much of a choice, did we?

We had to find the mate the goddess had chosen for us by marking her.

And as cruel as she was, the curse ran deeper. We couldn’t sense our mate, not even if she stood right in front of us. We would never know she was the one unless we claimed her, marked her. Only if she bore our mark would it be revealed.

Then came the ritual. The pact.

We would take different women to bed each day to find who our mate was. Anyone was allowed to participate in the ritual, anyone but wolfless women.

They were useless.

And the pact we made between ourselves?

We would not have sex outside the ritual and we would not touch the same woman once it was clear she wasn’t

our mate.

But now…

My gaze flickered to the cigarette between my fingers, watching it slowly burn out, soft flames swirling around the tip.

Now it was some wolfless omega that made my brothers and me lose control and break the pact.

A scoff slipped from me as I leaned forward, crushing the cigarette into the ashtray. Dealen’s voice echoed in my head, sharp and furious.

“You bastard,” he growled. “Why would you walk away when we were just getting started? If you didn’t want her, you should’ve let me take her. Now Silas and Claude are probably having the time of their lives.”

Jealousy dripped from his voice, but I didn’t react. I didn’t say a word. Instead, I ignored him, reaching for the file beside me. Loosening my tie slightly, I opened it and flipped to the first page. My voice came out low and cold as my gaze settled on the picture of a woman with short raven hair and a wide, confident smile.

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Veyra Stormhowl. The Alpha female of the Goldenstorm Pack.

“What’s the update on Veyra? Has she agreed to join our side yet?” I asked Abrahamn, eyes still scanning the pages. Each one showed her with different women, Veyra with one on her lap, Veyra kissing another, Veyra embracing yet another.

“Yes, Alpha…” Abraham’s voice trembled slightly. “I spoke with Alpha Veyra but her answer remains the same. She says she’s still debating whether to lend a hand against the rogues. However, she will be visiting the Fangspire Pack soon because…” He hesitated, his gaze flicking to me in the rearview mirror. I didn’t spare him a glance.

He cleared his throat before continuing.

“According to her, she’s heard the women of Fangspire are beautiful. She says she’d like a taste and that perhaps the Alphas could convince her then.”

The corner of my lips curved into a frown as I leaned back in my seat, closing the file.

How amusing.

Goldenstorm was only the third strongest pack, barely able to measure up to Fangspire, yet she wanted to play clever. The only reason we even needed her was because Silas claimed she would be useful. According to him, Veyra was strategic, a sharp asset, one we might need if we were going to find him.

The leader of the rogues.

Varek.

The bastard who killed our father.

That was the only reason I tolerated this.

“Tell the maids to prepare for her arrival. Attend to all her needs. Make sure there are no mistakes,” I ordered, tossing the file aside.

“Yes, Alpha Lucien,” Abraham answered immediately.

I crossed my legs and closed my eyes as silence settled back over the car while it moved forward.

But it didn’t take long before the image flashed through my mind again-the girl on her knees, looking up at me as she wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking as if she couldn’t get enough. As if she were desperate.

My jaw clenched, heat surging straight to my cock, making it hard, aching.

But I ignored it. I wasn’t going to lose control.

“Have you found more information about the wolfless girl, like I asked?” I spoke, eyes still shut as I uncrossed my legs and forced my thoughts elsewhere.

Abraham’s gaze flickered to me once again.

“Yes, Alpha. I have…” he began. “Apparently, the girl, Lilit knows Beta Kael.”

My brow arched at his words and my eyes slowly fluttered open as he continued.

“From what I discovered, they were childhood sweethearts. But Beta Kael ended things with her a few days ago… and is now engaged to his mate.”

As I took in his words, a slight smirk tugged at the corner of my lips in mild amusement.

“I see,” I hummed.

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“Foolish boy. He doesn’t know what he lost,” Dealen growled low in my head and my smirk widened at the jealousy dripping in his tone,

I only shook my head and let my eyes close again.

Well, for once, I agreed with Dealen.

Kael was indeed a fool because that wolfless girl was addicting, different from the rest yet she belonged to us

brothers now.

And I couldn’t help but wonder how this new toy of ours would play out.

This should be fun.

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