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Omega in the Light (Lost Wolves Book Two) is out. Meet Simeon Kane, Elijah's younger brother (and a delightfully crazy assassin in his own right) and Zev Oren, the mercenary who steals Simeon's heart. Not literally -- just wanted to clear that up.
I loved writing this book. Simeon and Zev were tons of fun and oh so passionate. Oh, and Simeon's mind is so juicy. I hope you guys enjoy it!
One terrible mistake cost Zev Oren his family, his place as pack alpha and his future. Living as a disgraced mercenary and beset by guilt, Zev is sure things can’t get much worse. Then he meets Simeon Kane, the omega assassin sent to kill him. Simeon’s presence wakes a passion Zev tried to bury years ago, but that passion could keep Zev from ever returning home. Because in order to do so he must regain his honor, clean up his act and deny he’s gay.
Simeon wants to complete his mission, assassinate his mark and move on. Emotions aren’t a part of the job, and he’d like to keep it that way. When he’s sent to kill the sexy alpha with the lopsided grin, Simeon can’t pull the trigger. Zev is too vibrant and handsome and. . . married. But he makes Simeon feel alive. The fiery lust and strange sensations rising between them is more than simple desire – it’s the mark of true mates.
While fighting assassins, hunters and a murderous warlord is easy – falling in love isn’t. Can Zev and Simeon repair their shattered souls and give in to the bond set by fate?
Contains: violence, abundant consumption of alcohol and graphic gay sex scenes.
Footsteps padded across the floor outside the shower.
Zev sighed, pulled opened the curtain and stared.
Simeon stood nude, shoulders covered in goose bumps and an erection curled to his belly like he stepped out of Zev’s own fantasies. His slim body was finely muscled, more so than Zev imagined. A line of black hair led to his cock, and Zev licked his lips at the thought of it in his mouth.
The alpha wanted this – fucking needed this – and that part of his brain told him he shouldn’t.
How wrong it was.
He had a wife and kids. This wasn’t going to help him get his pack to reinstate him as their leader.
Fuck it all.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Zev asked as the shower rained behind him.
Simeon eased himself into the stall as if he’d been invited. “I don’t like masturbating. Too impersonal. I thought you’d have the same problem.” His blue eyes trailed down Zev’s chest, settling on his ironclad cock. The hunger in that look sizzled across Zev’s skin.
The water slid over Simeon’s flesh, and Zev’s fingers burned to touch it, feel the heat of it radiating into him.
He balled his hands into fists and thought of Rebekah.
Well. That didn’t work.
All he could picture was Rebekah with Ezra. The way they smiled at each other. How excited his brother was when Rebekah announced she was pregnant, and Zev knew he didn’t have a thing to do with that.
She got her fun; he should get his.
“And what do you want me to do about it?” Zev asked and forced himself to take a step away. It felt like trying to hold his breath and starve himself at the same time.
The scarred side of Simeon’s lip turned up into something resembling a smirk. “Do it for me. Hand or mouth. You choose.”
Zev shut off the water and a chuckle rumbled from his chest. One of his fantasies indeed. “You’re giving me orders to get you off?”
Simeon shrugged and leaned forward slowly. His fingers skimmed Zev’s taut bicep, tangling in the loose hair plastered against it. “Stop talking. I know you feel the same way I do.”
That little piece of truth should’ve stung. Instead it sent a surge of electricity straight to Zev’s groin. His cock pounded in response, and he caught Simeon’s fingers in his hand and pressed forward, trapping the smaller wolf against the slick wall.
“I have a wife,” he breathed, their slick bodies touching from shoulder to waist. He stood back, just enough, to avoid bumping dicks with Simeon because – Ashina’s glory – that would be too much for him.
“Does she know you’re gay?” Simeon asked and leaned up. His mouth pressed into Zev’s with enough heat to power a star. A tongue darted between his lips, velvety and hot, and he wrestled with it.
Then Simeon’s length brushed Zev’s and the world melted to that moment – that sensation so rich with desire his fingers dug into the omega’s shoulders and–
Teeth pulled at his bottom lip, and Simeon growled as he pulled away.
Zev stared, chest heaving, their hearts pounding with an urgency he’d never felt before – never knew existed until this moment. No matter how many sexual conquests he’d had, and there were plenty.
“Mouth or hand, huh?” Zev purred, lips snagging Simeon’s again.
The betas and editor approved! And the book is almost ready. Some minor edits here and there, and it'll be done. Boo-fucking-yah!
It'll be out August 4th!
Anyway, I'm not sure what I'm going to work on next. I have an idea for the next Haven City series book. Jin and his fiery mate (seriously hot guys!). It's on fire. Scorching! Okay, I'll stop. But it sounds really fun -- and I like having fun when I write. It makes everything so much easier. But then I have the next Lost Wolves book too.
I might do Haven City. Maybe. I'll see how I feel tomorrow.
One more little note. I decided to name the chapters in this book. There's a reason, and it has to do with my complete obsession love of Baccano! It's a great anime with mobsters and ultra violence and immortals and sexy assassins. Crazy fun. And it has awesome titles for each episode. So I was like: "I can do that with my books!" Because it sort of suited this book. The last Lost Wolves book too. I might go back and add chapter titles to that. If I do, I'll post them here in case anyone cares.
Finally! Here it is. A look at the first chapter. Zev meets Simeon. How romantic.
The Alpha Invites his Assassin to Dinner
Zev Oren wanted three things:
a drink, a cigarette and a blowjob.
Since a wolf currently shadowed
him, it looked like he was out of luck for at
least one of them.
It kept far enough away that
Zev couldn’t see the bastard, but close enough that he knew, instinctively, the
other shifter was there. No telling who it was, but a friendly shifter would say
hello. Approach him with a smile.
At least, that’s what Zev figured.
Someone who wanted to harm
him should’ve set off his alpha alarm bells. But this wolf didn’t do that
either. Instead, the alpha paced and sniffed and whined, as if it wanted to be
let out to play.
Not that he could trust those
instincts now. Or himself.
His decisions were the worst.
Paleo Faliro sparkled in the
early evening, fresh with spring rain. Typical for this part of Greece. He kept
a casual pace, strolling like all the other tourists on the streets. However,
they walked in groups while he wandered alone.
His fingers itched for
something to do, and he shoved down the urge to turn and look for his stalker.
He wouldn’t find the wolf in the crowd, or he’d have seen it sooner.
The wolf following him was a
male – Zev caught the unmistakable musk in the breeze. It damn well bordered on
enticing. The alpha responded to it, scratched at the edges of Zev’s mind. Reminded
him of his truth, the thing he shoved aside and buried to appease his pack –
Look what that got him.
He sighed and stopped at one of the many
restaurants lining the street. Zev grinned at the hostess on duty, lopsided and
just charming enough that the woman would offer him a seat. He didn’t plan on
taking it, but he needed food and a smoke.
He slipped a cigarette out of
his pack of Lucky Strikes and lit it.
“Dinner, sir?” the hostess
asked and offered him a look at the menu on display. She was petite, human, and
wore a shade too much makeup. “Plenty of seats inside and out.”
No doubt. Paleo Faliro wasn’t
overcrowded in the off season. This early in the year, the weather was too
brisk to be completely comfortable. Even if the Greek Riviera was just as
beautiful, if a bit grayer, than normal.
Zev tightened his grip on the
plastic bag in his fingers. “Not tonight, sweetheart. But I would like
something to go. Long day sightseeing. What would you recommend?”
Pro tip for dining in Greece.
If he took the food to go it was nearly half the cost. Zev wasn’t a cheapskate,
but money was tight. Might as well save when he could.
The hostess knitted her brows
and pointed out a few things on the menu, seasonal favorites, she said.
He sucked on the cigarette
and nodded. “Sure. I’ll take all of it. I might have a guest tonight if I’m
lucky,” he said with a wink. Zev pitched his voice so the stalker heard him.
Shifter hearing and all that jazz. No matter how far away that bastard was,
he’d pick up the sound of Zev’s voice.
She blushed and giggled
before she relayed the order to one of the waiters. “Please, come sit inside.
It’s chilly out here.”
The air crept up his sleeves
and down the collar of his light jacket – a hoodie he picked up in some tourist
shop in the UK a few months before. It served him well so far. Not as heavy as
fatigues and not as stuck up as a blazer.
If he moved inside, the wolf
would lose his line of sight. Zev didn’t want to put his stalker off like that.
He shrugged. “I like it out
Plus, if Zev ate in public
the damn wolf watched from the shadows, just like it’d done for the last week.
Or it’d go back to the little apartment Zev rented and root through his things.
He first noticed it last
Wednesday. When he got back to the apartment everything was set perfectly where
he left it, down to the pair of jockeys draped over the kitchen chair. But the
scent of a wolf, slight and almost imperceptible, tinged the air.
The only thing out of place
was the soap in the bathroom. The bar was set vertically next to the sink and
left that way on purpose.
His stalker was some kind of
Or the asshole was toying
with him on purpose.
Either he was there to kill
Zev (most likely) or offer him a job. At the moment, Zev needed the latter and
assumed the former. He hadn’t had a job in a month, and Europe wasn’t cheap. Not
to mention his pack and family needed him.
Well, not needed, but he was supposed to return to
Fix his character flaws (the
ouzo in the bag wouldn’t help with that) and restore the honor he shattered
when he made the worst decision of his life.
And that was saying something.
But who wanted him dead?
Damn. The list was a long one, and the exercise of figuring it out bored him
within the first five minutes.
It was easier to figure out who didn’t want him
dead, Zev thought and smiled at
his own joke. Only it wasn’t so much a joke as a reflection of reality.
Now he really wanted that drink.
He leaned against the
building, crossing his feet at the ankles, and watched the budget travelers
scurry down the street. His jeans bunched around his boots. If he didn’t have
the plait of warm brown hair falling down his back, and the Sig P220 tucked
into the waistband of his jeans, he’d look like any other tourist.
A sixteenth century Byzantine
church stood in the center of the courtyard, complete with rounded roof, stone
walls and candles burning brightly on the inside. It seemed like there was
another church just like it every few blocks, so much so that Zev lost his way
in the small port town more often than not.
Or maybe it was the Old One
territory several miles up the road that threw him off. He sensed the magic
reaching through the earth under his feet – tugging him toward the place his
kind called home.
These borderlands stretched
next to prime real estate, the stunning Greek Riviera. The locals and tourists
probably wished they could cross into it and gawk at the ancient wonders stored
within Athens. But it was shifter territory – a land without cars, electricity
and the other conveniences of modern life in human territory. Not to mention a
shitload of dangerous non-humans who could just as soon snap someone’s neck as
look at them.
Although that wasn’t fair.
Athens was actually ruled by a number of level headed shifter packs, wolves
among them. Most humans didn’t know that, however, which is what kept the city
His cigarette neared the
filter, and Zev took one last drag before he put it out.
He felt the wolf’s eyes on
him. They watched from the darkness, and Zev threw a careless smile in that
direction. He almost waved too, but the hostess returned with his food before
he got the chance.
Zev paid, carefully counting
out his Euros, and finished the walk to his apartment.
Once he shook off this wolf
he’d have to find work again. Cold crept up his bones at the thought.
The last job hadn’t gone well.
Sure, he delivered the merchandise without a problem. But there was an incident
with the payment. A fight and an unfortunate misunderstanding which took Zev a
week (and more bottles of gin than he wanted to admit) to forget about it.
Now he didn’t remember much
of that week either.
Before that, a shadowy client
and a group of hunters (who had no idea Zev was a wolf), hired him to break
into a Serbian prison and free a man held there. To say the least, that job
ended even worse. The man died, as did the hunters, and Zev was certain the
client wasn’t exactly thrilled with him. The bastard probably knew he was a
wolf by now too.
And Zev had no one to blame
He’d burned too many bridges
in Israel to go back until he regained his honor – the right to rule his pack
and return to his family. Not after the last time. What he did.
Innocent people died. The
alpha, already tangled up in lies, had no fucking clue how to react.
That meant he’d have to try the borderlands in
Filled with misery, pain and
His three least favorite things.
The rain started again as he
climbed the single flight of stairs. He fished the key from his pocket. His hands
shook as he opened the door and slipped inside.
Darkness greeted him.
The air was stuffy and the
stalker’s scent brushed his nose.
The alpha stirred.
Zev sighed and flicked on the
kitchen light. He didn’t bother locking the door. If this wolf could get in
when he wasn’t home, the bastard could sure as hell do the same thing when he
“I hope you didn’t go through
my underwear again. A man has a right to his privacy, you know,” he said,
wandering into the kitchen. His voice echoed through the apartment, hollow and
The fluorescent light stung
his eyes. For once, he wouldn’t mind the soft glow of candles or oil lamps. It
reminded him of home. Of lemon trees in the yard and the life his father placed
before him – family, job and pack leader. No matter what Zev wanted for
Then his father died, and Zev
smashed it all to bits with a hammer. Now he was left with the pieces and the
burden to put them back together. That’s what it felt like anyway.
Plates seemed like too much
of a hassle, so Zev grabbed a fork, knife and glass. Drinking straight out of
the bottle looked too unrefined.
Plus, he had company.
The ouzo came first – a full
glass – then he lit another cigarette, took a long burning drag, and waited.
His hands still shook.
A drink then.
The ouzo was cheap as shit
(the Greek answer to hard liquor), and scorched all the way down his esophagus.
The warmth spread through his belly and bones. A few more glasses and he
wouldn’t have to think about the last job.
Or the one before that.
The scent of the cigarette
smelled too much like fire and flesh for his liking, but he finished it regardless.
He also gulped the oversized
glass of ouzo and poured another.
The food sat heavily in its
containers. The grease leaked through the bottom and turned his stomach.
Why didn’t that stalker bastard
confront him and get it over with?
“I hope you don’t kill me in
my sleep. Not very sporting. And that’s coming from me. Oh, the number of men I
killed in their sleep – fuck. Maybe I’d deserve it like that. What do you
A floorboard creaked.
Zev blinked at the dark
outline silhouetted by the bedroom door and grinned. “So. That’s where you like
to hide. Come out. Have a drink. Dinner. I got enough for two. I’ll be
disappointed if you don’t join me after all this time.”
A glint of eyes in the
Zev raised an eyebrow and lit
another cigarette. Shit. He’d need a new pack before tomorrow. If he lived long enough. “What’s it been
now? A week?”
“Two.” The voice came out of
the shadows. Clipped but soft. American.
Zev took another swallow of
his ouzo, then flicked open the containers of food. The scent of cooked meat,
vegetables and spices filled the air. It did nothing to distract from this
strange wolf’s scent, however. Or the sound of his heartbeat. Steady and even,
which throbbed with Zev’s own.
The alpha whined. Urged him
to give in to the old desire. The one that burdened him since he was twelve and
first realized he did not have a
crush on Rebeka, like all the other boys his age. He liked Daniel instead.
Zev ignored it. “Two?
Bullshit. I only noticed you a week ago. And no one ever gets the drop on me.”
The shadow moved forward,
just enough that Zev made out the glint of fangs.
The bastard was smiling!
“You noticed me because I
wanted you to notice me.”
get him pissing his pants. At least, he assumed a normal man would have that
reaction. But Zev wasn’t normal. He laughed instead. “Okay. So you got the drop
on me. Good for you. I’ve been out of my element lately. Not my sharpest.
Please, sit. Eat. Have a drink. I’m sure you could use it. Trailing me all day
has to get boring.”
At this rate the wolf
wouldn’t get into the kitchen until the sun came up.
Zev picked up a skewer. They
called it souvlaki in Greece, but it
was similar to the ones back home. He ripped a piece of meat off the stick
without thinking how much it looked like the burnt out bodies in his
That’d just make him lose his
He took another long drink.
Glass half empty.
The wolf took eight steps
this time and sunk into the chair facing Zev. He moved so quickly and quietly
it hardly registered he did it at all.
The wolf stared, his face
A knot clogged Zev’s throat,
and he swallowed it.
The wolf was small; the size of
an omega, but that’s the only thing about him that was omega-like. He didn’t
drop his eyes or hunch his shoulders. No. He watched Zev as if the alpha was
something mildly interesting on television, and the wolf wondered if he should change
He was pretty, with dark hair
that hung over his forehead and brushed the edges of his ears. Blue eyes –
bright and far too sharp for his delicate face. And hell, that’s the only way
Zev could think to describe it. If there was a picture in the dictionary next
to the word ‘pretty boy’ this wolf would be it.
The only thing that marred
him was a scar at the side of his mouth. A jagged line trailed up his chin over
his full bottom lip and thin upper lip. Even that looked perfectly placed. It needed to be there.
Zev expected someone dressed
in a suit – something professional. Instead, this wolf wore a pair of jeans and
a casual button up plaid shirt with a dark jacket thrown over the top.
Zev laughed again and grabbed
another glass and a fork. “I’d feel better if you put the gun on the table.”
Then he poured a shot of ouzo
and handed over the fork. It didn’t escape him that he was asking for one
weapon while giving this wolf another.
To Zev’s surprise, the wolf
pulled his gun out of a holster at his side and set it in front of him.
Sig P226. 9mm.
Silver bullets. Their sharp
scent stung the air.
That made Zev’s death look
even more eminent.
Great. Now he needed an
He took another drink first. Time
to think. “I don’t suppose you’ll tell me why you’re following me?” he asked,
smiling lazily. He leaned back in the chair and crossed his long legs.
“To kill you.”
Well. That was more direct
than he expected. Zev sucked his cigarette to the filter and snubbed it out.
“And you set your gun on the table. First rule of killing someone. Don’t give
up your weapon.”
“I don't need a gun to kill
Those words should’ve sent
the familiar dread to Zev’s chest. The constriction that made it impossible to
breathe. The guilt that crippled him when he remembered too much.
Instead, a strange jolt of
excitement snaked through him, settling in his groin. Like his death wasn’t
staring at him right in the eye, but it was some hypothetical thing that might
happen. The alpha nudged him to leap toward it. The part of his brain that
reminded him what a dumbass the alpha was, how bad its decisions were, held him
No doubt this wolf could make
death a reality, and that still didn’t chill him like it should.
It definitely should not get him off.
He needed that blowjob more
than he thought.
Too bad this wolf probably
Zev finished his ouzo and
ripped the rest of the meat from the skewer. “So. How would you kill me?”
“I have knives.”
That sent a new wave of heat
over him. Or maybe it was the alcohol. He pushed the glass and a container of food
across the table.
“I don’t like ouzo,” the wolf
said and eyed the glass of clear alcohol as if it might leap up and pour itself
down his throat.
“Well, someone’s a picky princess.” In normal circumstances, Zev wouldn’t
turn his back on someone sent to kill him. Then again, inviting his assassin to
dinner wasn’t a normal circumstance in the first place. He glanced at a few of
the empty bottles around the sink. No good.
Then he moved to the
refrigerator. “Wine or gin? That’s all I have.”
“Is it red?”
At least his assassin was
Zev pulled out the bottle.
Enough left for a glass. He downed the ouzo he poured for the wolf and filled
the glass with wine instead. The red clung to the side, and his fingers shook
as he pushed it forward.
“Reminds me of blood,” Zev
said and let out a slow, shuddering breath.
The wolf nodded absently,
eyes focused on the glass of wine. “I hate blood,” he said. He ripped the words
in half. It’s the most emotion he’d had in his voice all night.
Zev knew the feeling. “Ex- soldier?”
A sharp shake of the head.
Once. Negative. The wolf brought the glass to his lips and took a small sip. He
grimaced and took another. He didn’t touch the food.
Since this wolf didn’t like ouzo,
Zev obliged himself to drink from the bottle. Might as well. “Can I have a
name? Real or code. Just something to call you. I’m Zev, but I guess you
already know that.”
A hardly perceptible nod.
Zev froze with the bottle on
his lips. He set it on the table with a slight clink. By now, the alcohol shook
off any lingering chill, but those words turned his blood to ice.
been in the mercenary game long enough to know that name.
If Zev wanted to live through
the night, he didn’t need another drink. He needed to get out of there before
he ended up, quite painfully, dead.
Kane lifted a skewer to his
lips and chewed tentatively with his front teeth. He frowned at the food and
swallowed, as if it were a dare he didn’t want to lose. He looked nothing like
the stories Zev heard of the infamous assassin. Kane was the exact opposite of
everything an assassin of any sort should be.
Zev leaned forward and
smiled. “That’s adorable. Do you always eat like that?”
Kane shrugged one shoulder.
When he finished the skewer, he nudged something inside a container with the
Zev wasn’t sure what it was,
but it no longer looked appetizing. “It’s a chore sometimes, isn’t it? Wake up.
Prepare food. Eat. Every day is just something checked off the long ‘to do’
list until we die,” Zev said, smiling, and lit another cigarette. If he was
going to die tonight, he might as well finish off the pack.
A defeated bell pepper hung
from Kane’s fork. He set it down without sniffing it. “Yeah. I usually shift to
“No one’s stopping you,” Zev
said. No doubt Kane’s wolf form was just as startlingly beautiful as his human
Zev glanced at the gun,
willing it closer. He’d only have one chance to grab it. Lately, he’d gotten
used to relying on his fists and superior strength. But projectile weapons were
He should know.
Kane’s gaze met his. “Take
The cigarette hung from Zev’s
lips. He bit down on the filter. It had to be some kind of trick. He’d reach
for the gun, and Kane would stab his hand.
Or cut it off.
Sever a finger.
No way it’d be this easy.
Then Kane slid the gun around
the containers of food, past the half empty bottle of ouzo, and right in front
Another knot tied itself in
his throat. His mouth dried, and his heart throbbed like the beat of a drum.
Next to it, as distinctly as his own, he heard Kane’s heart.
He didn’t hear it; he felt it.
What in Ashina’s glory was going on?
Kane looked at the gun and
raised his eyebrows. The gesture was welcoming and friendly.
Zev almost tossed the damn
gun out the window.
Hell, maybe Kane rigged it to
backfire and blow off someone’s hand.
Who the fuck knew?
“I’m in a generous mood. They
want a souvenir.”
Zev put out the cigarette and
picked up the gun. It felt heavy in his hand. Awkward. Not one of his, that was
for damn sure. He hadn’t held a gun like this in a very long time. “What kind
Kane shrugged. “Finger. Nose.
Ear. Doesn’t matter. Shoot me.”
The Sig P226 didn’t have a
safety lock. Aim and shoot. Good for an assassin. Zev had one like it when he
was still in the military. If he shot a fellow shifter with a silver bullet
it’d cause a lot of damage. Instant death if he shot Kane in the head or the
And the assassin sat there
Zev thought he was fucked up. “You want me to kill
Another shrug. “I want you to
The fluorescent light buzzed
louder. Down the street, some group of tourists laughed as they wandered back
to their hotel. The glow of the city reflected off the sea.
Sweat beaded on Zev’s skin
and dripped down his back. The fitted T-shirt didn’t do a damn thing to stop it.
In contrast to the sweat, a chill raked over his skin.
His throat squeezed, like
someone had a hand around it. Crushing the life from his lungs.
Here he was – a fucking alpha
– and he couldn’t pull the trigger and kill one measly assassin?
His finger brushed the cool
Fire. Burning smoke clung to his lungs.
Scorched bodies – limbs – everywhere. That boy with a hole in his chest, blood
pouring from the wound. . .
The gun clattered to the
table, bounced and landed heavily.
It happened again. And this
was the worse possible time.
“Guess I’m not good at
killing someone in cold blood,” he mumbled and reached for another smoke. His
fingers shook so badly he couldn’t pull one out.
Kane’s eyes narrowed, and he
turned his attention to the front door. “Pick it up.”
“I don’t take orders from
you, omega,” Zev grumbled and willed the dual heartbeats to calm down.
A careful footstep. A draw of
Someone stood outside the
door. Another shifter.
Just what he
“We could invite him in since
I’m not going to finish this,” Zev said with a lopsided grin and motioned at
the uneaten food on the table. What a waste of money.
The shifter outside the door
took another step.
Zev didn’t pick up the gun. He
stood and pressed himself against the wall. If the front door was compromised,
the only escape was the balcony that connected the kitchen and bedroom. He
chose that apartment because of the short drop to the street below. Hopefully,
no one else was waiting out there to kill him.
One assassin was enough. Now
he might have two. Three, well, that shoved everything over the edge into the
realm of the ridiculous.
Kane didn’t say a word. He
walked to the door, all purpose, and swung it open.
A huge man stood there, tall
and impossibly broad. A harsh musk rolled off him, all earth and blood. A boar.
It had to be a motherfucking boar.
Not many shifters were as strong as wolves, but boars were stronger.
The boar sneered at Kane and
stepped into the room. “You’re not Zev Oren,” he said in deeply accented
Kane shrugged and kept his
feet neatly planted where they were. As if he could prevent the boar from
stepping past him.
Zev doubted it.
If two men who wanted to kill
him weren’t both standing in his living room, Zev would’ve been mildly
“I smell the alpha,” the boar grumbled.
“Another friend! Want a
drink? Food? We have plenty left,” Zev said, sure to keep his back to the
balcony. “It might be pork, so I’d abstain from the meat if I were you.”
The boar’s beady eyes
narrowed as much as possible and the man cracked his knuckles. He loomed over Kane.
Hell, he even stood taller than Zev, who was a solid six feet three.
Zev took another step
“He’s mine,” Kane said so
quietly Zev hardly heard.
The boar finally looked at
Kane. Blinked. Then laughed. “Why isn’t he dead?”
If the boar wanted an answer,
he didn’t wait for one. He charged Zev, who slipped out of the way. His stupid
boots tangled in the chair, and he stumbled sideways.
The boar slammed Zev against
The plaster crumbled around
him, and Zev sucked in a breath. His gun dug into his back, so he couldn’t
reach it. He lifted his arms, wrapping them around the boar’s meaty neck, but
that fucking asshole shoved all his weight into Zev’s chest. Soon the bone
would break and cave, stabbing his heart and smashing his lungs.
Being crushed to death seemed
distinctly worse than being shot or cut up with Kane’s knives.
A silver bullet would be a
Then Zev shoved his thumbs
into the boar’s eyes, and the man finally stumbled back.
Zev’s feet struggled to hold
him, and he fought the urge to grab his side. Or wince. He needed to get the
hell out of here or he’d be dead.
He didn’t want to be dead.
Kane took a slow step
forward, his arm cupping his side. But when did Kane get hit?
The boar blinked and roared.
Blood leaked from one eye. The other squinted open. He’d still be able to find
Zev from his scent.
Shifter senses weren’t such a
boon in moments like this.
A knife glinted in Kane’s
hand. “Hey. I said he was mine.”
The boar turned and snorted.
He dwarfed Kane in every way, yet Kane stared at him like a minor annoyance and
not someone who posed a threat.
How the fuck did such a small
wolf manage that?
“You think you can beat me,
omega?” the boar grumbled.
Kane smiled. “I’m not an
The boar charged.
Kane met him head on in a
clash of limbs and grunts.
Zev didn’t stick around to
witness the outcome of the fight. If they were distracted, he could get the
hell away. He slipped onto the balcony, leapt to the street, and ran.
New plan: survive.
If he wanted to live, he needed
to find out who wanted him dead.