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Del-Rey chuckled behind her. “I think I will take your daughter with me, Kobrin. Insurance, I believe. You will not notify your Russian air force; you will notify no one of what

has happened here for six hours. Or she will die. Are we understood?”

“Leave her here,” her father called out desperately. “I swear to you no one will follow you.”

Del-Rey laughed. “No, they won’t follow me. I have the prize of the Genetics Council’s young protégés. Your daughter, Kobrin. Don’t make me kill her.”

Another shot fired and her father stumbled, falling as Anya screamed out for him. Her hands reach out, her fingers curling as she was lifted off her feet and the sound of a heli-transport arriving could be heard.

She screamed out for her father, clawed and slapped at the arm securing her. She kicked, she cursed, and she sobbed.

Rage ate her insides as the betrayal that filled her burned into her mind. He had lied. From the first moment, he had lied, and she would never forgive him.

“Move out!” Del-Rey ordered as he raced into the back of the transport behind the other men that converged on the huge black craft. “Cavalier, get this bastard off the ground.”

Cavalier. She had arranged his transport the year before. How many others were here? How many of those she had trusted had betrayed her?

“Stop fighting me, Anya.” Del-Rey held her in place as he settled onto the metal bench, holding her secure, and the transport lifted off.

She couldn’t see outside it. She had lost sight of her father. Lost sight of her family.

“You bastard!” she screamed, struggling harder as her fists struck back at his face. “You son of a bitch. You fucking bastard. How could you? How could you?”

“How could they?” He snarled, jerking her around to face him, his black eyes blazing in fury as his lips drew back from his lethal canines. “How dared they leave a child to arrange this? How dare they endanger you as they have? They have a bullet in their legs rather than their heads. They should be fucking thankful.”

She slapped his face. Her hand slammed into his cheek with enough force to burn her palm before she slapped him again. Furious, enraged screams were strangled in her throat as he jerked her arms to her sides, holding her in place as a growl tore from his throat.

Then his lips pressed into hers. She tried to scream again, but he stole the opportunity to push his tongue past her lips. Spice filled her mouth. She swallowed and sobbed into the kiss, because it was good. Because his lips stroked over hers as she had always imagined they would. Because he tasted like warmth and passion, and because he had lied to her. He had betrayed her. And now he was stealing her mind.

She was still sobbing as his head lifted and his arms locked her to his chest. His hand covered her head, holding her against him as her fists clenched and beat at his shoulders.

She hated him. She hated him. Oh God, she hated him. And she loved him. And she felt as though her soul had been shredded. Her Coyote warrior had betrayed her. He had lied, over and over again, betrayed every vow he had made to her. He had stolen her innocence before he ever kissed her, and she wondered if she could ever forgive him for that.

Del-Rey stared over her head at the Coyotes that now joined him. Breeds, their gazes flat and hard as they watched him. They were a threat, he could smell it in the air; his men could feel it as they surrounded him.

“Mine,” he told them all, his voice cold, commanding. “This woman is mine.”

The five female Coyotes stared back at him. They were the most dangerous he thought, especially the oldest, Sharone.

Her gaze flicked to Anya’s sobbing form.

“You were wrong,” she told him flatly. “You should have left her family alone.”

“They put her in danger. They are lucky they live.”

“No, my friend.” She shook her head. “You will be lucky if you live. You betrayed her, and she won’t forget it. She won’t forgive it. We see the wisdom of what you did. The retribution we all felt was needed. But we stayed our hand, because she’s ours as well.” She indicated the Breeds that had come out of the underground facilities. “And what you have done this night, she will make certain you pay for.”

Tender Anya? She would rage, might hate for a while, but he had left her family alive. He would make her understand.

“Stay out of my way,” he told her, and he meant all of them. “You swore loyalty to me and to my packs. Not to this girl. Where she’s concerned, you will not interfere.”

“Then you will ensure she is not harmed, in any way,” Sharone told him fiercely. “We follow you, Alpha, but that one”—she nodded to Anya—“that one, is one of us. Mistreat her, and you mistreat us all. Remember that.”

Mistreat her? He had no intentions of mistreating her. Loving her, perhaps. Easing her from her anger, definitely. Fucking her until they were both screaming with the pleasure, that was a given. She would forgive him. He would ensure it. After all, he hadn’t killed her father or her cousins. They lived. They would merely hurt. A lot. And it was pain they deserved. Much more than they received.

He smoothed his hand over Anya’s loose hair. Without the braid it hung well past her shoulders. He cupped the back of her head to him and leaned his own against the wall of the transport.

He was aware of his own men watching him, questioning his decision. They had questioned the wisdom of it when he had first told them what he planned. He has sent half his men six months ago to Colorado to secretly secure the caverns that overlooked Haven, the Wolf Breed compound. They were preparing things there for his arrival. Arriving in secrecy was paramount though. That meant ditching the transport and going in, in small groups. That was easily handled.

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