Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I squeeze my hand into a fist and hold it up, shoving my new tattoo in his face. “You think I got this for fun? No, Adrian. I’m with you to the end.”
He sees the determination in my eyes and his shoulders slump in defeat. “Please, Vic. I can’t let anything happen to you.”
I grit my teeth as I turn to the uninvited dogs in my parking lot. “Then let’s kick some ass.”
My bear hovers close to the surface as I storm outside with Adrian right behind me. He stands beside me as we face the men down. Thirteen of them in total.
“I’ve been looking for you for a long time,” the man beside Knox says. He looks like a cinderblock with legs—all thick muscle, broad shoulders, a barrel chest, and a wide jaw that looks like it’s been broken on more than one occasion. He has a scar in his left eyebrow and light gray eyes that are so cold and heinous they give me a shiver. “Where you’ve been hiding?”
“Leave us alone, Mace,” Adrian bellows in a deep warning tone. “Any beef we had is long done.”
“It will be over,” Mace says with a sneer, “when I say it’s over.”
Those creepy gray eyes drift over to me and he grins like he’s just discovered Adrian’s one weakness. “And who is this?”
Adrian snarls as he steps forward, his whole body flexed. I can tell his enraged polar bear is about to burst out as he stares Mace down.
“Don’t you fucking look at her,” he hisses. “She’s mine.”
The situation is dangerous as hell, but it still makes me blush to hear him call me his. With everything going on, I’m still a fool for this man.
Get your head in the game, girl, I remind myself. This is life or death.
And it is. We’re surrounded by thirteen killer shifters who want to settle a score.
We’re outnumbered by double digits, but we have a secret weapon.
Adrian and I are fighting for each other. Our bears will be fighting for their mate.
And a bear fighting for their fated mate will never be outmatched.
CHAPTER NINE
Adrian
I’m furious that these wolf shifters are here threatening my mate. I want to skin each one of them alive. My blood is boiling. I’m squeezing my fists so hard my fingernails are digging into my hands and drawing blood. I want them all dead for coming here. For looking at my girl. For daring to be in the presence of my goddess.
And as mad as I am, my rabid bear is even more pissed off.
He’s raging inside, snarling and gnashing his teeth as he paces around, desperate to get out and unleash some carnage on these wolves.
“Last chance, Mace,” I hiss as I stare their leader down. “Leave. Now.”
He laughs at me. Fucking laughs.
I grit my teeth as I stare all thirteen of them down.
Even if they leave now, it won’t be over. I’ll have to worry about them hurting Victoria whenever I’m not around. I’ll never sleep soundly again. My mind will be filled with worry for the rest of my days.
This has to end here. It has to end now.
“Alright,” I say as I let my enraged polar bear come bursting out. “Have it your way.”
My skin tightens as my muscles expand. My teeth extend, my fingertips split in two as long black claws shred their way out. It hurts, but it’s a sweet kind of pain. And it only lasts a split second.
The three Wolfhounds closest to me step back as my polar bear explodes out with a savage roar.
Kill them, I say, urging him on. Kill them all to protect her.
I don’t need to ask him twice. Wild, untamed fury surges through his veins as he charges forward with a snarl.
He leaps onto the closest man and tears his jugular out before he has time to phase.
Someone gasps. Another one curses. My polar bear tosses his head back, mouth stained red with blood, and roars in a bloodthirsty rage.
Men start popping into wolves all around us. I smell Victoria’s grizzly bear and turn back to see her charging into the fight. I hate that my mate is in this position because of me, but that vicious bear looks like it can hold its own no problem.
I take out another wolf with a single swipe, slamming him into the pavement. Blood sprays. Another wolf lunges at Victoria—I charge, intercepting him mid-air, and slam him to the ground so hard his ribs crack under my paws.
They keep coming. We keep fighting. But they’re fast. Vicious. And there are a lot of them.
Vic’s bear crashes into a wolf and sends him somersaulting backward into a motorcycle, then she sinks her teeth into another wolf’s hind leg. He howls in pain.
That’s all I see before my bear is swarmed with wolves. They’re all over me, biting my back and legs and scratching my face.