Enslaved by the Alpha: Part One (Shifters of Nunavut Book 1) by Viola Rivard Page B

as he wanted. He could have her until he tired of her, and then cast her aside once the novelty wore off.
    Erik leaned down, until their lips were a breath apart. His nostrils flared, taking in her heady, arousal-spiked scent. He felt the corner of his mouth tug, baring one canine.
    Eyes locked with hers, he vowed, “When I am done with you, no other male will ever satisfy you again. I will ruin you .”

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    Astrid had always considered herself to be rather passive aggressive. She often rolled her eyes at people who lashed out physically when angry. Couldn’t they go home and scream into their pillows like mature adults?
    But as she repeatedly kicked the stone wall, Astrid realized that she didn’t have exceptional self control. She’d just never been angry enough to lose her temper in such grand fashion. Kicking the wall felt fucking amazing.
    Erik had let her go, like a cat releasing a mouse. She’d scampered back to what she assumed was her room, where she was presumably supposed to wait for him to come frisk her at his leisure. At some point during her conversation with him, something awful had occurred to her. She’d come to rescue her sister from the clutches of a demon, but had ended up selling her own soul to the devil.
    “What the hell were you thinking, you stupid, stupid moron?” she ground out, punctuating each word with another kick at the wall.
    With the final word, she hefted her full weight into the kick. White hot pain struck her toe and moved up her foot, lingering even as she clutched her foot and began to hop up and down.
    “Crap, crap, crap!” she moaned.
    “Are you all right?”
    Astrid winced as Sten appeared in the doorway. “In another universe, I might have been humiliated. Fortunately, my life has spiraled so low that at present I wouldn’t even care if Chris Hemsworth saw me making an ass of myself.”
    Sten scratched his chin and then smiled. “Are you comparing me to Thor?”
    She blinked at him. “You’ve seen The Avengers?”
    His brows rose. “No, just Thor. They actually made an Avengers movie? Was it good?”
    “They made two and they were both awesome.”
    Sten leaned against the doorway, his smile widening. Everything about him should have been cold and uninviting. His tall, sinuous body was encased in skin that looked like cut alabaster. Straight, silver-grey hair fell over his shoulders and down his back, a strangely enchanting hue to see on a man who appeared to be in his early thirties. He looked as though he’d been fashioned from snow and ice, yet everything about his smile was warm and genuine.
    “So, you’re not from around here then?” Astrid asked. She leaned back on the wall, her pained toe all but forgotten.
    “Oh, I wouldn’t say that. I’m just a bit more…worldly, than the others.” His smile waned. “I wasn’t there last night, but I heard what happened. Felt as though I should come and apologize.”
    “Apologize? Why?”
    “Because I know that my brother won’t.”
    She was about to question him further, when it hit her. Earlier, when she’d met Sten, Astrid had thought he looked familiar. It had been bizarre, because she knew she’d remember having met anyone who looked like him.
    “You’re Erik’s brother,” she said, making it a statement.
    It was obvious, now that it had been pointed out. Their lips were curved in the same sharply defined shape. They both had a cleft chin, and shared the same strong nose and arched cheekbones. That was where the similarities ended.
    Their colorings were completely different—Sten was light where Erik was dark. Sten was also slightly shorter and less muscular. The most striking difference was in the eyes. Like most humans she’d met, Sten’s eyes reflected his emotions. She felt as though, given enough time, she could understand and get to know him. But Erik, he seemed to default to impassivity, his eyes only alighting for lust, anger, and perverse amusement. Either he had a great