Page 5 of Crossed Fates
I rolled my eyes skyward. “Really? I thought maybe you were going to eat my brains like a zombie. A vampire make me bleed? I’m shocked!”
Luther’s face turned purple and mottled with rage.
Perfect.Time to stop pretending I’m not in charge.
I popped the clasp on the cuff, ready to kick some ass and demand some answers, but a body flying down the stairs distracted me.
Okay, seriously. Someone up there is messing with me. Three interruptions in, like, ten minutes? This can’t be… hold on… Is that Vex?I glared at the ceiling. “Are you fucking serious right now?”
Some asshole just killed my target!
I glared at the male descending the stairs.
Then my lips parted.
Because holy wow, someone had sent me a fallen angel dressed in black leather and jeans. I looked up again.All right. Not as mad now.
Except the godly male walked straight up to Luther and drove a stake through his chest, taking down yet another one ofmytargets.Shit!
Piercing blue eyes landed on me, causing my wolf to perk up with interest.Oh, yes,she seemed to be saying, her proverbial purr vibrating me to my core.
I nearly growled in response.Not fucking happening. He killed our targets. The only action we’ll be seeing is his blood painting the walls.
My cuffs were already unfastened.
Now all I needed was to escape this cage.
Then I’d return the favor by killing this intruder for interrupting my interrogation. I would have taken it out on Luther, but this hot wolf had beaten me to the punch. So I’d take out my frustration on his beautiful face instead.
Alaric
Mate.
She’s my fucking mate.
Of all the places to stumble upon my fate, it had to be here—in the basement of a Mets fans bar. I nearly groaned, but the blue fire dancing in her pretty gaze suggested that would be an unwelcome greeting. So instead, I cocked my head to the side and asked, “Need a hand, sweetheart?”
“Sweet? Do I look goddamnsweetto you?”
I allowed my gaze to roam over her T-shirt and jeans, noting the curves beneath. She was stunning. Perfectly proportioned. Athletic. Tall for a female, but I still had about seven inches on her. And she possessed an alpha air.
Definitely an ideal mate.
Too bad I didn’t want one.
“Well, you certainly smell sweet,” I murmured. At least to my wolf. The beast prowled inside me, begging to be unleashed. He wanted to claim what was rightfully his—a treat he’d been waiting his lifetime to find.
I didn’t share the sentiment.
Sure, she was hot. I wouldn’t mind a quick fuck up against the bars. But I didn’t have time for an entanglement.
“Yeah, that’s not happening,” she said, clearly picking up on the vibes from my hungry wolf.
I arched a brow. “I don’t recall offering.” A groan sounded from the bottom of the stairs while I spoke, causing me to curse out loud. “Damn hybrid.” The son of bitch refused todie.
“Wait!” the pretty, redheaded female called.
I ignored her, pulling out my gun again, and aimed at the asshole’s head. Blood pooled between the creature’s eyes, stalling his shift to monster-form. I’d come face-to-face with that bullshit last night at Blood Thirteen and had no intention of doing it again.
