AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Grimm jogged back to his own bike, kicking everyone into gear. “Anyone not helping, get these people loaded up.” I nodded to him. Too many useless fucks hanging around. “Can’t find shit to do? Then do a sweep and finish off any stragglers. No one needs a bunch of dicks swinging around to trip over.”
Chain continued to moan from the ground at my feet, his legs trussed up with a rope and arms bound. I spat in the dirt and wiped my hands in satisfaction. There was little he could do now besides beg and bleed. And with a broken jaw, he could barely manage that.
Our Enforcer trotted back to me and dropped to his knees next to Chains’ head. Shoving a bright pink ball gag between the man's lips, Carbon strapped it behind the Bone Crusher’s head while the man howled in pain and outrage.
“You just carry that shit around with you?” Grimm huffed from his bike as he wrapped a bandage round his middle. Must have taken a glancing blow from some dead asshole’s knife.
“Never know when you're gonna need it,” Carbon replied, patting Chains on the face hard enough that the man’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Gotta say, this is not how I hoped to use this little beauty.”
“We’ll get you a new one.”
I cut the rope off and tossed it back towards the van.
Grimm hooked his thumbs into his pockets, looking agitated.
Silver and Mace were rounding up the humans. Shock was starting to set in and many were shivering, despite the blankets wrapped around them. One stood out amongst the crowd, though.
Sasha.
Grimm couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Neither could Silver. What was worse, the fucking Chaos was begging me to close the distance, too. I didn’t like this. I didn’t like it one bit. Last thing we needed was to get into some kind of mating challenge with our own alpha.
Is the Blood Moon Goddess fucking with us?
“Grimm?” I barked.
Nothing. Just more of the staring.
Stalking over to my oldest friend, I punched him on the shoulder. His eyes snapped to mine, the wolf riding his gaze. Dominance beat down on me, forcing my beast to fight or yield. Fuck. This was bad. Really, really bad. I shoved my animal to the side and bared my neck as respectfully as I could manage with the Chaos riding my damn ass.
I could feel Sasha’s eyes on us but I ignored the weight of her curious gaze. Couldn’t afford to add fuel to the fire, even to shoot her a ‘mind your manners’ glare.
“We need to get our shit together and get the fuck out of the Badlands. Benji needs to see Doc.”
“Silver?” Grimm growled, the possessive fury still riding him.
Silver nodded and gracefully approached Carbon’s mate, taking her hand. My mate always did have the gentle touch when it came to the battered and bruised souls of this world.
“Hey, sweetheart?”
Silver’s voice was a soft murmur. Even so, the woman flinched, steadied herself, then purposefully took back her hand. Other than that, her expression didn’t change. It was utterly blank. Devoid of emotion. I was pretty sure I’d be adding another face to the nightmares which haunted me. The rejection cut my mate deep but he kept his gentle smile in place.
“Gotta ask. Do you recognize this man as your mate?”
The woman didn’t move. Didn’t even blink.
Silver sighed, eyes finding Sasha’s—not mine—and locking on with a silent plea. It was my turn to growl possessively. Grimm punched me, hard enough to bruise, earning himself a snarl. He returned my death glare with the pissed off stare of a born alpha. I swallowed my ire and looked away.
Sasha stepped forward and spat in the dirt at Chains’ feet. Her eyes zeroed in on Grimm’s and she didn’t back down from his dominance. Not one bit.
Damn it all to hell. That was hot.
If anything, the crazy woman basked in his power, baiting his wolf and calling him out to play. Sasha looked on Grimm as an equal and it was sexy as fuck. I’d never seen a human able to hold my friend’s gaze.
“We don’t recognize this piece of shit as anything other than a rapist.”
Regal as fuck, her proud proclamation rang out across the desert and back.
Grimm growled, throaty and deep. The blood-thirsty side of his nature instinctively responding to his mate’s verdict. I couldn’t blame him. Despite the distraction she posed, I could see now from the way she carried herself that she was his match.
