Page 113 of The Alpha’s Heir

He was coming this way.

“You don’t know him,” I blurted out, trying to keep the god’s attention on me. “My mate isn’t some soldier you can move around like a piece on your board.”

“Are you sure about that?” Ares leaned forward. “I can remember you thinking the same thing.”

The color drained from my face.

“That’s not… I didn’t…”

“Who’s lying now?” Ares smirked.

“You won’t win,” I growled at him. “I’ll find a way to stop you.”

Gods, where was a good god or goddess when you needed one?

“Really?” He arched a brow. “You and what army?”

“I thought I told you to stay in bed.” The sound of Morrigan’s voice should’ve been a relief, but I groaned internally. She really had a knack for popping in at the strangest times.

“And you.” Morrigan stood beside me, glaring down at my kneeled position. “Why don’t mortals ever listen? I told you to go home.”

She snapped her fingers and I had clothes again. Okay, maybe I could forgive her.

“Morrigan…” Ares drawled her name. “I’d wondered when you’d show up.”

“She’s right, you know,” the Celtic goddess said. “I told you this would never work. You won’t win.”

“Sounds like you’re afraid you’ll meet me on the battlefield again.” Ares’s eyes danced with humor as he studied the goddess. “How long has it been, my dear foe?”

“Is that what this is about?” Morrigan’s hair blew around her, moved by an invisible wind, as she continued to approach him. “Are you so eager to have your history erased again?”

She trailed a black-painted fingernail across the arm of his chair.

Ares ground his teeth. “Your people were still in caves when my followers took over the world. Don’t speak to me about history, you druid bitch.”

Morrigan lowered until her lips were beside the god’s chiseled jaw, and I watched, half-frozen in fear and mortified about the outcome when she kissed his cheek.

What is she doing?

“Buying you time.”

I almost screamed at hearing her voice inside my head, like she was pack… But not.

“There’s a reason I was awake before you,” she spoke into Ares’s ear.

“Listen to me now, wolf, if it’s the last thing you do. Get Roman far away from here.”

“And why is that?” Ares gripped the arms of the chair, powerful and refusing to flinch as she brushed her lips down the side of his neck.

Morrigan gave me a wink. “Because women still pray for me to come.”

She chomped down on his throat. Ares roared, splintering the chair under his fists.

The invisible force pressing down on my legs released and I cried out, crawling to my feet.

Lightning cracked across the sky again.

Glass broke as Morrigan was slammed back into the decorative fireplace, but she reacted with inhuman speed, spinning around in a blur of crows’ feathers to meet Ares’s oncoming attack.