Page 13 of Pretty Little Prey
The second the door of the cabin creaked open, a burly man nearly tackled Bastille in a hug.
“Finally!” The large man’s voice rang out, deep, low; damn, did she mention deep? The pitch of his voice was a pure rumble, resembling a beast’s guttural growl. “Why leave me at home? I could have helped.”
“Kobe, you literally chased a mailman in our getaway car last time,” Nikolai commented.
“Did not. You’re so dramatic.”
Thiswas Kobe? She thought they had referred to a dog ripping up furniture and scared of being left alone. Kobe was a man?
Bastille shoved Kobe off him, dismissing the overjoyed hug of the well-built man.
Kobe slapped at the arms of the other two men in greeting and turned, catching her gaze. His stunning gray-blue eyes widened. “Brought home a woman?” he asked with such pure, innocent excitement, she blinked in confusion.
Then, he threw his large arms around her and pulled her to his chest in a welcoming hug.
Everything went downhill after that.
Because Kobe leaned his face into the crook of her neck and sniffed. His body stiffened; his hands slammed to her hips to keep her close to him.
But Luna recognized his shifter scent.
Wolf. Alpha wolf.Like Rohan.
Her lungs clamped, shutting off her air supply as terror flooded her entire body. A frightened shriek came from her, whimpering sounds of absolute dread and fear poured again and again from her lips as his arms tightened around her.
Alpha wolf.
Beware the wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Mama’s bloody body.
My herd’s camp on fire.
The smell of burnt flesh.
Before she could release a full scream, Bastille ripped her from Kobe’s arms, tucking her behind him as if he was ready to battle his friend for her.
She hyperventilated. Her heart pounded so hard, she wondered if they heard it.
Nikolai lifted his hands to his ears—trying to block the loud sound of it?
“What the fuck?” Bastille yelled.
She couldn’t stop hyperventilating as she stared at the wolf-shifter with wide agonized and terror-filled eyes. He was somehow bigger than Rohan. Broad shoulders and a sharp jaw.He could break my neck with a jaw like that.
“What did you do?” Sly asked Kobe, all the men appearing utterly confused at her horrified reaction to the hug.
“I—I just hugged her.” Kobe stared right back at her; his eyebrows furrowed in worry. In hurt. “And I, uh, smelled her.”
“If you don’t start breathing correctly, you will faint,” Bastille informed her, clutching her wrist and still maneuvering his body between her and Kobe. “Breathe, damn it,” he commanded her.
“You’re so good with women,” Sly remarked. “Yell at her louder, and I’m sure she’ll calm down.”
Kobe took a step forward to be closer to her, but Nikolai shook his head, warning him away.
Breathe.
BREATHE.
