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Surrender to the Chase (Under Realm Assassins #2)
Surrender to the Chase (Under Realm Assassins #2)
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Surrender to the Chase (Under Realm Assassins #2)A year after the tragic death of his close friend and fellow assassin, Ethan Halstead is ready to take up his sniper rifle once more. But his first assignment is nothing he ever expected. Ethan must hunt and retrieve a beautiful, spirited, alluring werewolf.
Knowing no other way to escape an arranged marriage, Fraya flees from her pack. As she contemplates slipping across the border and heading to South America, she is captured by a dangerously seductive vampire who plans on escorting her back to her family. Even as Fraya vows to make Ethan’s mission as difficult as possible, she can’t resist the riotous desire he sparks within her.
But Ethan isn’t the only predator that peruses Fraya. A powerful rival pack’s alpha wants to make her his mate. Will Ethan be able to keep Fraya safe and return her to her pack? Or will he surrender to temptation and claim Fraya as his own?
~ Novella ~
Chapter One
Lightning
splintered the sky. Thunder shook the earth beneath his feet. Damp heat
thickened the air. Any moment, the winds would kick up and the red hued clouds
would release a torrent of rain.
Ethan
loved summer storms and treasured Arizona for its monsoon season. It was only
during the madness of the storm that he found peace. In those rare, precious
moments, the world reflected the chaos that roiled inside him and he felt… as
if he belonged.
Closing
his eyes, he took in a deep breath and savored the soothing scent of the
desert. To his disappointment, he would not be able to appreciate the beauty of
nature’s fury. Clearing his mind, Ethan unleashed his senses. His mark was
close. He could feel her. Crossing the street, he headed for the quaint coffee
shop he frequently sped past. She was here, which meant he could call an end to
this pointless job.
Ethan
was an assassin, not a damn babysitter. He was an expert tracker and sniper,
yet the Under Realm Syndicate had him chasing after a spoiled little she-wolf.
He had been tasked with fetching the runaway and returning her to her pack – a
complete waste of his time and talents. He couldn’t believe he had let Cole
talk him into this. The fact was this case should’ve never made the list. Why
the Syndicate decided to get involved was beyond his understanding. This wasn’t
a kidnapping or a hostage situation. The female wasn’t a criminal. She wasn’t a
threat to the human world or Under Realm society.
His
annoyed growl blended with the booming thunder. Cole had insisted Ethan accept
this assignment, “You should be grateful the Syndicate is willing to give you a
second chance. You’ve been out of practice.”
Who
could argue with that logic? Ethan had been off the map for a year. Most within
the Syndicate believed he had been killed on his last mission.
I should have
been. Shaking
his head, he dispelled the thought. He refused to take sober trips down memory
lane. He needed to focus on his task.
The
aroma of freshly ground coffee was overwhelming. Ethan reigned in his
supernatural senses as he stepped inside the shop. The door closed and the
torrential rain began to fall. He did a quick, nonchalant sweep of the café,
careful not to meet anyone’s gaze. Eye contact encouraged conversation, and he
was here on business not pleasure. He would grab the werewolf, take her back
home, and detain her until he could make arrangements with her father. Simple.
Ethan
walked to the counter. After the blonde and brunette baristas finished arguing
over who would help him, he ordered and received a black coffee. The cup had
both girl’s names and numbers written on it. He thanked them with a smile. They
batted their lashes and insisted he stop by a college party later that night.
Ethan’s
shoulders shook with a light laugh. Naïve
mortals.
Turning,
he headed up the winding iron staircase that led to the second floor loft area.
The walls were made almost entirely of glass, providing a glorious view of the
storm. Students sat at the tables working on their laptops while groups lounged
on the sofas discussing the world of social media.
The
delicate scent of wildflowers drifted through the air, drawing his sharp gaze
to the far corner. There was nothing remarkable about her presence. She
appeared to fit in perfectly with the scene, as if she were just another co-ed.
She wore a pair of skinny jeans and a crimson sweatshirt. She sat with her feet
tucked under her crisscrossed. Leaning over the table, her long dark brown hair
tumbled forward, blocking his view of her face. Ethan noted the worn, tattered
condition of the book she read. Her frame was small. She seemed fragile, but he
knew better. She was strong, fast, and intelligent. His mark appeared to be
‘normal’ by human standards, but she was the wolf he was looking for.
Hoping
everything would go smoothly, he advanced. This was a delicate situation. The
female could freak out on him. She could cause a scene, and he loathed drama
just as much as he loathed this particular job. It was not a search and rescue
mission. No, it was a track-down-a-spoiled-brat-and-take-her-home mission. A
simpleton could do it. Why it had to be done was beyond him. At twenty-four,
she was an adult. She had a degree in biology and was a werewolf; she was more
than capable of taking care of herself.
Who cares? Grab
the girl and go.
Ethan
quickly reminded himself of the two basic rules: never become personally
involved with your mark and strike first, ask questions later – if you cared
about asking question at all.
As
he approached the woman, he felt a slight tremor in the air. A warning? A
threat? Someone was watching them. He set his senses loose once more, scanning
the café for the source of the violent energy, but it had vanished just as
quickly as it had arrived.
The
girl must have felt the glimmer of danger. Her gaze snapped up and met his. Her
warm, honey colored eyes were round with surprise. Her tempting red lips parted
with a silent gasp. Ethan froze. She was… more than beautiful.
She
blinked up at him. Her gaze innocently seductive, her mouth violently tempting,
and her wild flower scent was overwhelming. His body reacted instantly. It had
been years since he’d felt such a strong, instant attraction.
He
watched her lick her lips; lust shot through him like a lightning strike. Oh,
yes. The wolf was alluring and, to his surprise, he was disappointed that she
was his mark.
“Hi,”
she said with a nervous lilt to her voice.
Ethan
mentally shook himself and crossed over to stand at the chair opposite her.
“Hi,” he replied.
Thunder
rumbled; the force shook the glass walls. The girl flinched and her gaze fell
from his. For a soundless moment, she sat with her hands clasped in her lap,
her head tilted down. The mortals gasped and laughed as another boom shook the
windows.
“You
may sit,” she said, her voice low, barely audible.
Ethan could smell the fear that sparked within
her. Was she frightened of the storm, or what possibly lurked outside? An
overwhelming sense of protectiveness settled over him and he frowned. He didn’t
like it. He wasn’t the protective type. He was a killer not a savior.
Focus and get this
over with.
“Not
a fan of thunderstorms?” he asked as he claimed the chair.
She
straightened and fixed her gaze on him once more. Her expression was bland, her
cute stubborn chin titled up, her shoulders back. She looked regal and refined.
Every bit the aristocrat she was.
“I’m
accustomed to snow storms.”
“Really?
Where are you from?”
“Minnesota,”
she answered with a hint of hesitation.
He
smiled and was shocked he didn’t have to fake it. “You’re a long way from
home.”
She
shrugged and returned her attention to her book.
Ethan
took a sip of the surprisingly good coffee and relaxed in his seat. He picked
up a golf magazine, which rested on the table beside them, and began flipping
through the pages. He wasn’t at all interested in golf. Being a vampire, he
preferred keeping out of the sun. Although, contrary to popular lore, he wouldn’t
burst into flame or turn to ash. He could work on his tan, he just preferred
not to.
He
casually glanced over at the werewolf and inwardly groaned. She was reading a
list of the top ten hot spots in Chile. It appeared she was interested in
sunbathing and he couldn’t stop the image of her in a bikini from cropping up
in his mind even if he’d wanted to. And he certainly did not want to erase the image.
She
sighed, closed the book, and tucked it away in her backpack, which hung off the
back of her chair. She took up her latte and settled her gaze on him. Her lips
turned up with a sweet smile.
“You
don’t strike me as the golfing type.”
He
raised a brow and tossed the magazine down on the table between them. “No?”
She
shook her head, her long dark curls waving around her shoulders. “Not at all.
You look like you’d rather go to a shooting range than work on your golf
swing.”
Ethan
couldn’t argue with that. He’d had his basement converted into an indoor gun
range.
“Very
observant,” he said. “What about you? What’s your hobby?”
She
bit her bottom lip as she contemplated. Ethan wanted to bite it for her.
“Traveling. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do. You know, see the world,
and experience different cultures.”
“Is
that what your trip to Arizona is all about?” he asked.
“More
or less,” she answered with a shrug.
“Well,
South America is beautiful.”
Her
eyes grew wide. She leaned forward, placing her hands on the table. Excitement
laced her voice, “You’ve been?”
Ethan
shifted closer and reached for her hand. The air trembled with another flicker
of danger just before the lights went out. Darkness flooded the café.
His
mark shoved away from the table, snatched her backpack, and darted toward the
stairs. Ethan was right behind her. The mortals grumbled complaints, some
laughed, while others stumbled through the dark.
She
was about to reach the exit when the door flew open, crashing against the wall.
Humans screamed and shouted in alarm. The girl froze, and Ethan cursed.
Clearly, he hadn’t been the only one searching for her. He could sense the
alpha’s presence and, judging by his target’s reaction, so could she.
Ethan
grabbed her wrist. She swung around. Her fist raised, her honey colored eyes
glowed, and her fangs bared. Shadows of a wolf’s fierce visage flickered over
the fine features of her face. Her fierce growl vibrated her entire body. Ethan
ignored the warning and tugged on her arm, pulling her toward the emergency
exit at the back of the coffee shop.
He
pushed the door open. His mark tried to twist free of his hold, but he held her
firm.
“Let
go of me,” she demanded, her voice roughened by her partial transformation.
“Not
a chance, sweetheart.”
She
growled and fought harder. He wasn’t surprised by her strength and knew she was
still holding back. So was he.
Pushing
her now soaked and tangled hair from her face, she snarled, “What’s going on?”
“I
thought it was obvious,” he said.
“That
you’re attempting to kidnap me?”
Ethan
shook his head. “No. That you have an alpha hunting your ass.”
Her
stare was one of confusion, awe, and horror. She stopped, and he paused.
Literally dragging her across the street would draw unwanted attention. He
reluctantly released her wrist. She was soft and warm while he was hard and
cold. A frown creased his brow when the sharp sense of loss pricked his long
dead heart. On some level, he’d enjoyed the feel of her.
She
blinked up at him. Her large, honey eyes sparkled with fear. “W-what did you
say?”
His
chest rose and fell with a heavy sigh. “I’ll explain. For now, come with me.”
She
shook her head.
Ethan
glanced over his shoulder, scanning the parking lot for any sign of the alpha.
He could sense the wolf was close.
“We
don’t have much time. We need to go.”
The
woman fell back a step and Ethan’s body tensed. His instincts flared. She
retreated another step. Would she run? A part of him wished she would. He loved
the chase. The hunt. His heart began to pound, his pupils dilated, and his
fangs began to sharpen, all in anticipation.
“Don’t,”
he warned.
Chapter Two
Fraya dodged cars, ignoring their blaring horns. She sped
through the abandoned strip mall. Puddles splashed beneath her feet, rain stung
her cheeks and blurred her vision. Three… four… five blocks. Terror fueled her.
She had to get away. Far away. Now.
God, she had been stupid. She had sensed an ominous,
dangerous presence lurking in the shadows for days. Yeah. Stupid. An alpha. Shit. If the werewolf caught her… If he
were of a rival pack… She couldn’t think about that. She had to escape the
alpha and the smoking hot stranger who had insisted she go with him to lord
knew where.
Turning a corner, she sprinted across an empty lot to a
vacant park. She slipped past deserted swaying swings. Lighting cracked and
thunder shook the ground beneath her feet.
Fraya heard a vicious growl behind her. Her heart painfully
pounded against her ribs as she ran faster. She had just reached a clear soccer
field when she heard him lunge for her. Fraya swallowed a scream as they crashed
to the ground.
He rolled her to
her back. Bracing his hands on either side of her head, he held his chest away
from her, but trapped her legs with his thighs. He overwhelmed her with his
size and power. Strength emanated from him. His once playful green gaze was now
cold and sharp. Shadows contorted his handsome face and his fangs… Her breath
stilled in her lungs. Her heart stuttered. Pure terror struck her. Vampire!
“Little
wolf,” he rasped. “Never run from one such as me.”
Holy shit.
The
male pinning her down was a vampire. Amongst the Under Realm Society, vampires
were believed to be creatures of folklore. Her mother had told her stories of
the blood drinkers – secret assassins created by and for the Under Realm
Syndicate. They were thought to be unimaginably strong, fast, lethal, cold
blooded, indestructible killing machines.
Did
the Fates hate her? Had she done something terribly wrong in a previous life?
Fraya had thought her world was falling apart, now she realized it was burning
and crashing down around her.
The
vampire dipped his head down, burying his face in the hollow of her neck. She
could feel his cool breath on her throat and, God help her, excitement rushed
through her. Closing her eyes, she held her breath, waiting for him to strike.
Her heart skipped as she thought about his fangs penetrating her jugular, his
lips pressed tightly against her neck as he greedily drained her.
Seconds
turned into minutes, his large frame shielding her from the rain. He didn’t
touch her. He held his body a fraction of an inch above her, his elbows bent in
perfect ninety-degree angles, supporting him. He effortlessly held the position
as he took in her scent.
Fraya
opened her eyes. Gathering her courage to speak, she nervously licked her lips.
The urge to wrap her legs around his hips, grip his shoulders, and pull him
against her was maddening. Her body grew hot and her shirt felt tight across
her breasts. God, the anticipation was devastating. No! The fear was
devastating. She was overcome by terror not
lust.
“A−are
you going to bite me?” she asked, her voice trembled.
The
mysterious vampire brushed his lips over her pulse. The caress was so light she
wondered if she had imagined the kiss. Need flooded her, drowning any sense of
self-preservation. Dangerous. He was dangerous and so was the alpha. She shook
her head, trying to clear her mind of the thick haze of lust.
She
felt his lips brush her ear as he said, “Run from me again and I will sink my
fangs into your pretty little neck.”
Would
his bite bring agonizing pain or blissful euphoria?
He
took in one last deep breath, inhaling her scent, before he pushed himself
back. He remained on his knees, keeping her trapped beneath him. Their gazes
met as lightning splintered the heavens. Fraya was struck speechless as a
blistering curse fell from his lips. His piercing green eyes burned with
ravenous desire. She knew his gaze mirrored her own. She wanted him. The animal
inside her howled, demanding she surrender to this male. She shifted beneath
him, barely resisting the urge to arch her back and roll her hips in
invitation.
What
was happening to her? She was losing her mind. Yes, that must be it. She had
been on the run. The constant stress, lack of sleep, and ever-present hunger
must be getting to her.
“Why
did you chase me?”
“Why
did you run from me?” he countered.
Fraya
tried to sit up, but he gently pushed her back down. With an irritated sigh she
answered, “I wasn’t running from you in particular. I was running from the
alpha.”
“Stick
with me and you needn’t worry about the alpha.”
Her
eyes narrowed. “Really?”
He
nodded.
She
was skeptical. “Why should I trust you?”
“You
can run as far and as fast as you like, but the alpha will eventually track you
down. An unmated pureblood female werewolf without her pack,” he shook his
head, “sweetheart, you’re fair game.”
Fraya
couldn’t argue against that, but she wasn’t in the market for a bodyguard. She
needed to travel light and fast. She needed to get to Chile like yesterday and
he would just slow her down.
“Thanks
for the offer, but I’ll take my chances.”
With
a shrug of his large shoulders, he stood. He held out his hand, offering to
help her to her feet. She hesitated, staring at his out stretched hand for a
moment before she took it. The chilled bite of metal locked around her wrist.
Rage
swept through like an inferno. Her lips pulled back, baring her own set of
fangs. Her wolf was rising.
“Stay
calm,” he said, his voice smooth and way too even.
“What
the hell are you doing?” she snarled.
“I
politely offered you my protection, but you didn’t want it. Now, I really must
insist.”
Fraya’s
vision began to turn red. How dare this stranger restrain her? She should rip
his throat with her teeth. “Who are you?”
He
shook his head. “My name isn’t important, but I’ll be the vampire escorting you
home.”
Dread
twisted her stomach, forcing bile to rise in her throat. “No. You can’t. I won’t
go back!” She fought against the cuff, using all of her strength, but unlike
normal steel, the bracelet held true. “Are you working for my father?”
He
clasped the other band around his own wrist, binding them together. “I work for
no individual man.”
She
grabbed his arm. Panic heightened her voice, “I’ll double whatever my father is
paying you. I can’t go back. You don’t understand−”
The
wind whipped around them, yet he could still smell her fear. With a frown he
asked, “You would rather test your luck against the alpha than return home?”
“Please,
I can’t go back,” she begged. “I will triple your pay.”
He
raised a brow. “Triple?”
“Yes!”
He
captured her cuffed wrist and pulled her hard against him. Desire crashed over
her, robbing her of breath. “Money doesn’t interest me.”
Oh, God. Her pulse kicked
up, her heart pounded so fast she could hear it. “What does interest you?”
His
alluring lips slowly lifted into a charming smile, which was made sexy by his
long lethal fangs. “You’re coming with me, little wolf.”
Chapter Three
The
roaring engine of the 1970 Camaro filled the silence within the car. Fraya
nervously glanced his way. He was soaked through, just like she was. Droplets
of rainwater fell from his black hair and slowly slipped down his cheek, over
his hard jaw, and onto his shirt. She had the insane desire to follow the trail
with her lips, her tongue… His wet clothes revealed every harsh line of his
solid body.
Fraya’s
gaze fluttered to his hand on the stick shift. He wore an interesting looking
ring. Gold, silver, and black strands twisted together, creating a cathedral
setting for the sapphire stone, which was overlaid with a strange coat of arms.
Leaning toward him, she studied the symbol intently. The ring was familiar… The
tiny hairs on the back of her neck rose. Her gaze snapped up. The vampire was
watching her. She felt her cheeks burn with a blush. He gave her a wink. Fraya
abruptly turned away trying to hide her embarrassment.
The
silence remained constant as they continued to drive into the darkness of the
night. Fraya couldn’t keep still. Anxiety made her hands tremble causing the
cuff around their wrists to rattle. With an exasperated sigh, the vampire took
her hand, placed it on the eight ball shifter, and covered her fingers with his
own. She tried to pull away, but he had her trapped.
“Can
you try to relax?” he asked.
“I
might if you tell me where we’re going?”
“And
spoil the surprise?”
Her
eyes went wide with alarm and he chuckled. She tried to ignore the warmth of
his teasing smile. This man could be a killer and she could very likely be his
next victim. She shouldn’t find him sexy as hell; she should find him
terrifying.
“Does
my fear amuse you?” she demanded.
“Not
in the least, but you’ve no reason to fear me.”
“Oh,
really?” she scoffed. “One, I don’t know you. Two, you’re a vampire.”
Her
captor nonchalantly shrugged. Fraya growled low and turned her attention back
out the window. She was done conversing with him. It was pointless. He wasn’t
going to tell her who he was, where he was taking her, how or when he would be
shipping her off to her father, effectively ending her life as she knew it.
She
closed her eyes and shivered. She didn’t know whom she feared more now. Her
father or the vampire. This male was dangerous. Lethal. Vampires were
mysterious creatures, rumored to have been created by the Under Realm Syndicate
to eliminate threats to their Society. Fear’s icy grip choked her. Was he an
assassin? Did they actually exist? The vampire claimed he would return her to
her pack, but there was a chance he could be driving her out to the middle of
the desert to…No, don’t think about it.
He
couldn’t be trusted, but that didn’t stop hope from fluttering in her chest.
Could she convince him not to take her back? The vampire had refused her money,
but he seemed… interested in her.
Fraya
had little experience with men. She’d had a crush on a boy for a while when she
was seventeen. Their love affair hadn’t lasted long. Her father had learned of
their relationship and severed ties with his pack. A chill shook her. She
couldn’t stand her father, but she would always be grateful that he had stepped
in when he had. Lynn Ferugson had become extremely possessive and controlling
toward the end of their relationship.
Don’t think about Lynn.
There could be another alpha. Father has many enemies.
Fraya
blinked in disbelief when they pulled up to a very modern home with sleek lines
and large, darkly tinted windows. The vampire hit a button on the visor. The
driveway was a steep decline into an underground garage. Fraya’s heart rate
spiked as they came to a stop and the ignition shut off.
Without
a word or even a glance, the vampire unlocked the cuff then exited the car.
Fraya bit into her bottom lip and silently chanted: stay calm. But her nerves weren’t listening to her rational mind.
Was her father here? Or was he on his way? If not, when would the vampire be
sending her back?
Her
soul nearly jumped from her body when he opened her door. For a second he
stood, staring down at her. Concern flickered like a shadow over his face. He
leaned in and unfastened her seatbelt.
“Will
you do me a favor?” His rough voice banished her anxiety, immediately replacing
the debilitating emotion with another – desire. He held out his hand. “Please,
relax.”
Fraya
bit even harder into her bottom lip as she gazed at his out stretched hand. Why
was he being nice? And caring? She didn’t like it. She couldn’t like it. The
secretive vampire wasn’t to be trusted.
She
brushed aside his hand and stood, closing the car door behind her. It slammed
harder than she’d intended, but she wouldn’t apologize.
“You’re
working for my father and plan on returning me to his pack. Since you’re
screwing me over, I won’t do you any favors.”
Did
his lips twitch with a smile? “How about doing it for yourself?”
“Sadly,
‘relax’ was deleted from my personal dictionary a long time ago.”
A
gasp slammed from her lungs as he pressed her back against the car. Taking her
wrist, he brought her hand up and pressed her palm against her chest. She could
feel her heart pounding.
He
leaned in, caging her. His head dipped down to the hollow of her throat. She
swallowed hard and suppressed a longing moan when his breath caressed her
sensitive ear lobe.
“You
really ought to do yourself the favor and Google the definition. Your pulse:
it’s wild. And it makes me crave a taste.”
Against
her will, her body arched into him. Her hips pressed forward, her breasts
thrust against his chest. Heat rushed through her as she shivered from the
contact. Damn it. What was wrong with her?
The
vampire released her and stepped away. His expression unreadable, he studied
her. Fraya felt her blush burn her cheeks and spread down her neck. God, she
must be glowing red.
“Come
on.”
He
turned and headed into the house. Fraya slowly followed.
“He’s
not here,” he called over his shoulder as he led the way down a windowless
hallway.
Fraya
paused. Could the vampire read her mind? No. He couldn’t… Shaking her head, she
continued down the hall, which led to an enormous open concept living area. The
kitchen was a dream, complete with industrial grade steel appliances and a
large island. The dining area was elegant and simple while the living room
screamed bachelor pad. A huge black leather sectional faced a TV that was the
size of the wall. However, what captured her interest was the picturesque
windows. The pool created an oasis, a tranquil scene. Angry storm clouds were
rolling in, lightning struck in the distance, and the wind bellowed. She
stepped toward the windows, drawn in by the majestic desert.
The
vampire came to stand beside her and, in that moment, her fears dissolved. Her
anxiety melted away. She wanted him to wrap an arm around her shoulders and
pull her close. She wanted him to hold her as the summer storm passed. She
wanted this moment of peace to last forever.
Stop acting stupid, she chided
herself. She was in trouble and needed to get out. Quickly.
“Are
you hungry?” he asked.
She
nonchalantly shrugged. She was starving, but only a fool admitted weakness to
their enemy.
“You’ve
been on the road, I doubt you’ve had a decent meal lately.”
“I
get by,” she replied.
“A
candy bar from a vending machine at a bus depot does not a meal make,” he said
with a chuckle.
Fraya
bit her lip to stop from smiling. “Hey, some have peanuts, which makes them a
good source of protein.”
He
laughed, and the sound warmed her heart, easing the worry in her soul.
The vampire isn’t
charming, and he doesn’t have a sexy laugh. Oh, yeah, she would keep telling
herself that. She’d also tell herself he wasn’t hot, his eyes weren’t gorgeous,
and that she didn’t secretly crave to taste his smile.
He
grabbed her wrist and gently tugged her toward another hall. “The bathroom is
the first door on the right and you may use this bedroom.” He opened the door
to the left and stepped aside.
Fraya
hugged her backpack to her chest and stepped past him. The guest room was
nicely furnished with a queen size bed topped with a white comforter. A single
dresser and a small desk with a comfy looking armchair she could curl up and
read in completed the room. This certainly beat the train stations and bus
stops she had been camping out in. Fraya never stayed at a hotel. She feared
hanging out at one place for too long.
One night here
will be fine. Besides, I need some time to devise a new exit strategy. She would need to
ditch the vamp and somehow make it across multiple boarders if she were ever
going to reach Chile. This wasn’t going to be easy.
She
dropped her bag on the floor beside the bed and followed him back out into the
main living area.
“You’re
welcome to use the shower. You’ll find everything you need in there. You can
also wash your clothes if you like.”
She
glanced down at herself. “If you hadn’t tackled me, I wouldn’t be caked in
mud.”
“If
you hadn’t run, I wouldn’t have had to tackle you,” he countered.
“I
ran because of the alpha.”
He
shook his head. “I’m not big on sharing, but I’ll let you in on a little
secret. I’ve fought my share of renegade alphas.”
When
he didn’t continued, she prompted, “And?”
He
closed the distanced between them. His eyes locked on hers. Instantly, Fraya’s
heart began to pound. Caressing her cheek, he whispered, “They’re all dead.”
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