Island of misfit toys

Chimera

As Chimera began to move away, Siren spoke his name. The giant stopped and curled his neck to look back into the alcove at her and the cringing slave girl. His sister asked for sole ownership of the slave and white heat flashed behind Chimera's eyes. Siren had asked right in front of the slave. How insulting. And the look of complete love and devotion that Dalila gave Siren after? Disgusting. His sister usually had more tact than that. The fact that it seemed like they were tag teaming him incensed the man.

A low growl of warning pulled from the behemoth and his pale pink eye fixed on his sister. "Are you going to take her place?" Chimera turned his body fully to stare into the sleeping space where his treacherous sister and the slave girl lay. "She was purchased. She is a belonging. For a pile of furs, she became my property." Siren had more sway over him than any other wolf, but he expected certain things from her. He expected respect, reverence, devotion. He didn't expect this. This felt like betrayal.

"If you want her for yourself, you can find a way to replace her." Siren knew how he was. She knew that he needed some sort of outlet. That was the reason that he purchased the bitch in the first place. Dalila's purpose had been to tend to Siren, but to take whatever Chimera gave her. Now his sister had developed some sort of relationship with the slave. It was sickening. Very beneath a princess. With one final growl, Chimera turned and left the den. He'd find somewhere else to sleep tonight. Being around the two women at the moment was too maddening.

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