Anthony
“This is the third time you’ve rejected a mate Alpha Anthony, the third goddamned time! Are the women of Gotham pack not to your pleasing?” Wolverine
Silver shrieked wildly, and I struggled to unhook my eyes from where they had rolled to the back of my head.The elder from the wolf council had been yapping on for the better part of an hour, and I could tell from the way my brother had slouched
onto the white pillars of the throne room that he was far more tired of hearing the same bullshit than I was.It wasn't the first time the whiny bitch elder had called a meeting of the wolf council, the stiff-necked beasts responsible for Alpha affairs.
“Yes Silver, your women are shit, child makers, all of them, and even that, they aren't good at. That wife of yours though, my, I hear she has quite the rack...” Michael growled, shrugging to his feet like a panther with a feral smile spreading across his devilishly handsome face.
Wolverine Silver’s gaunt face widened with surprise before he rose shakily to his feet,trembling
with indignation while I tried to hide a smirk behind my palm, ruthless Michael, dreaded Michael, Michael the reaper of souls...how many names had my brother gathered over the years?The 6’5ft blonde with his chiseled angular face and beefy frame was the Prince Charming of most of the Gotham women wolves, as free-handed with his cock as a stripper in a fucking tavern. He couldn't get through his women fast enough. We were alike in our ruthlessness, he and I...and yet he was nothing like me.
I was colder, harder to please, my heart black where his was grey. And something about the meaningful look I caught in my brother’s eye when he stared at me told me he knew which one of us had the bigger cock.
“All I'm saying, Anthony Gotham, is that you should find yourself a good woman from the pack to be your Luna!” Wolverine Silver hedged, completely ignoring my brother who snorted loudly, before letting out an “Oww!” when Alfred, our beta cousin jabbed an elbow into his side.
I could sense more of the elders agreeing when I caught them nodding and murmuring between themselves, the tension rising in the air as my patience thinned.
My claws scrapped noisily against the throne of skulls I sat on, and the heat from the flame torches behind me made the full mat of my black hair stick to the back of my stocky neck.
“I would mind that pick-pocket wife of yours if I were you, Silver, what right do you have speaking on mates?” Alfred chimed in and a scandalized gasp went through the crowd as the elder wolf’s face drained of color.
It was well-known how his wife had been dragged through the streets and stripped for robbery, and I felt satisfaction knowing that the beta knew where his loyalty lay.
“Enough! I will not stand for this intimidation!” One of the wolves who had been sitting stone-faced the entire time piped up suddenly and I almost threw my hands up in frustration.
I needed to catch my evening hunt and now I wasn't even going to make it in time before fucking sunset!
I hated missing evening hunts...they were important.
“This pack needs a Luna to move forward! We’re open to attack as it is from whoever wishes because our powers are not at a maximum!” Another big-chested wolf elder piped up, and it only took a split-second for me to close the distance between us, all 6’7ft of my towering frame dwarfing his own as I clenched my claws around his neck.
“YOU DARE QUESTION THE EXTENT OF MY POWERS RODERIGO?” I roared in a deafening voice that seemed to shake the throne room to it's foundations.
I could hear the creak of chairs as some of the elders fell to their knees or leaned away, horrified.
Who the fuck did this maggot think he was questioning my power?
“I have razed seven
thousandwolf armies to the ground in a single night and YOU DARE QUESTION MY BLOODY COMMAND?” I thundered again, watching the man’s square face turn blue as he struggled futilely against my hold, his eyes widening when I lifted him off the ground.“Your Highness! Shit! Anthony!” My cousin’s voice echoed somewhere behind me but he need not have bothered because the rage flooding my system pounded hotly in my ears.
I saw red threads weaving around in my vision as I ground my teeth, tightening my grip on the man’s neck and watching as his veins jumped and bulged from his thick neck.
“Christ!” More gasps rose from the crowd before the sharp crack of cartilage breaking filled the air and a rush of silence followed after I allowed the man’s corpse to fall to the ground with a heavy thud.
I turned back toward the crowd calmly, catching my brother’s excited face, his bright blue eyes still focused on the blood pooling by my feet with a dull intensity. Hunger. I could feel my wolf drooling.
Fucking hell, I needed to get into the woods.
“No one, none of you gives the orders. We do. Understood?” I hissed in a harsh, commanding tone that brooked no argument, watching the elders exchange horrified glances before they bowed their consent.
“Court’s dismissed. Get your asses back in your tents! The Big Bad Wolf’s is over and signing out!” Michael hollered behind me as I stormed out of the hall and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.
It was just like the annoying son-of-a-bitch to make jokes over a dead body.
“Tony! Tony man wait up!” Michael hedged, jogging up behind me as I fastened my pace.
“Not my fault you have little legs Johnny,” I answered sarcastically, eyeing his long, sturdy legs with some envy.
He was faster than me, Michael. He was the scout, the reaper before the Devil came to collect. It was how the pack saw us.
The Dreaded Hunters of Gotham.
“What's for tonight? Blood and bones? The usual ram or something special?” Michael panted, and I could have missed the sharp flash of his big white fangs if I hadn't been looking.
I felt bloodlust shudder through me as I snapped my head up to the moon, waiting. We usually fed on prisoners only, the bad, the corrupt...but I didn't feel like tasting the iron in their blood this night.
No...I wanted something special...something different.
I shook my head, nodding to the guards who doubled over in a bow as we strode through the large iron gates of the city, the fluorescent halo of the wall searchlights stopping just short of the tree lines.
There was something about the moon this night, the way the silvery light shone over the shadowed arc of pine trees.
It was quiet tonight in the dark woods, and it was never fucking quiet. Not even the chirping of crickets and the song of birds could be heard.
“Something‘s wrong Tony, I can feel it.” My brother’s quiet growl came, only confirming the anxious knot in my gut.
Anthony GothamMy body felt like it had been dragged through boiling concrete as I slashed repeatedly at Alfred’s humped beast.How long had we been at it? Circling each other on the gritty floor like prey?It felt like hours since I had left Elena safely in the bunkers with the other palace elite and we had managed to keep the rest of the beasts at bay.“Come on and give up already Anthony. You're not going to get very far,” Alfred hissed and rage sputtered inside me as I charged at him again, refusing to look back when Michael’s enraged bellow tore through the space and the ground shook heavily.Everything seemed to happen at lightning speed when I caught the Cove general glancing behind him, knowing it was the split second I needed before I lurched forward, raking my claws across his neck and watching his eyes bulge freakishly when he stared back at me.“Die, you filthy traitor,” I sneered as he clutched desperately at the thin line of blood that spread and puckered grossly until h
Queen Elena Gotham“Bloody hell, are they fucking trying to wake the dead?” The man’s voice in my ear growled and I tried to bite down on the laugh that bubbled up inside me.The noisy grind of saws and breaking concrete made me screw my eyes open with a satisfied yawn and my lips formed a smile at Michael’s husky voice.“Good morning my love-” Anthony growled before pressing his lips to my head, the amusement twinkling in his eyes as I blushed furiously, untangling my body from their twinned limbs.It had been almost three weeks since the war and the birth of our son, Aiden Gotham, and Carla’s daughter Yulga.Anthony and Michael had moved me fully into their grand chambers and Gotham’s rebuilding was slowly coming together, with double the size of the men and cannons we had before.“Your Highnesses! The royal mistress’ carriage is ready,” A guard’s voice boomed in the hallway and my shoulders tensed immediately as I sucked in a breath.Shit, I had almost forgotten we were supposed t
Michael GothamAdrenaline shot through my body like liquid dynamite and I knew deep inside me part of it had to be the curse working.It felt like a rift was opening in my head as my wolf shifted into place, my muscles bulging until there were plate-sized grooves in my shoulders and biceps before I charged at the flood of beasts, taking out a decent chunk of them by swinging my long sharp claws in a messy arc.“Who dares to invade Gotham?” I roared at the beast’s approaching and the frail line of guards between us with their shields up. Fuck, with most of our firepower soldiers injured I knew the string of guards would be no match for the colossal beasts that were pounding their way towards us with thick white drool dragging at the corners of their mouths.“Markov! Eyes on the gates! We need to stop that thing from getting any closer!” I thundered at the gaunt wolf who flashed his fangs in understanding, knocking down more the the beasts when they got too close.I flew at the beast a
ANTHONY GOTHAM“What the fuck was that?” Michael’s harsh voice rasped and I snapped my head up in time for a woman’s haunting scream echo through the dark woods again.The thick line of blood smeared around Michael’s jaw from the carcass he bit into looked garish with the silvery moonlight beating down on us between the thick pine trees.What the hell was any woman doing out here by this time?And why the hell did it sound so familiar? A bolt of unease rips through my gut when the woman’s screams comes again, closer...more desperate.My feet are moving before I can stop myself just as I hear Michael curse behind me before his heavy footfalls tear through the space.The sight of a large beast on top of the red-haired woman made a bellow break from my throat as I watched the Cove beast’s eyes snap up before he flashed his fangs at me and disappeared.Those eyes…shit! Alfred? “Are you okay Carla? Bloody hell, what the fuck were you thinking coming up here by this time?” I roared, cuppin
Carla WinehouseMy belly felt like a volcano pit about to erupt as I glared down at the dark-haired woman who watched me back with a stony expression on her face.“You are not allowed in my chambers, Carla Winehouse, how many times do I have to say it for it to get through to your thick skull-” Elena spat acidly, her bright grey eyes narrowing dangerously as I fought to keep the shock from showing on my face.My heart started its harsh mechanical grinding in my chest and it was all I could do to keep from leaping at her.Who the hell did she think she was?I stalked toward her slowly, waiting until I was only inches from her stupid perfect face to snap my claws around her neck, surprised when her hands shot up to squeeze my arms.“Just because you’ve been away for however long you have Elena, doesn't mean that anything’s changed in this palace,” I growled, tightening my claws around her neck before flicking her wrist away when she beat at my chest and shoved her into the wall.The rag
Michael GothamMy mouth tasted like a rat had curled up and died in it when I came to.“Michael? Can you hear me?” The rogue’s scratchy voice made me drop my fangs instinctively.Just how close was the motherfucker to me? Bloody hell if I didn't know any better I'd have sworn he had a crush on me or something!My eyes rolled around in my head before I dared to open them, the black pinhole of my vision slightly easing as I glanced around the dark room and realized I was hissing.What the hell was up with that?My veins felt like they were filled with molten lava and it was all I could do not to claw at the beautiful woman that strutted into the room only minutes after.“Could you get me more of this Markov? Please?” I whispered when he hesitated, still cradling Elena in my arms and watching his gaze flickered between the two of us before he snatched the blood bag from my hands, muttering curse words under his breath.“I'm not your fucking butler Gotham, get your own fucking blood next