Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 151489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
“Who the hell were they?”
“Um…we’ll talk about that when I get home.” She knew for a fact that if she mentioned Darryl, the guys would drive straight to his territory, playing into his hands. “We’re about ten minutes from Bedrock. Where are you?”
“I don’t know, five minutes away from the mall maybe.”
She had thought about asking him to turn back and she’d meet him at home, but hearing how frantic he sounded she knew that the sooner he saw her safe and unharmed the better. “Then we’ll probably come across each other soon enough. We’ll keep a look out for you.”
Approximately three minutes later the two cars were parking on the side of the road. She hadn’t even had a chance to switch off the engine before the door was quickly yanked open and she was practically snatched from her seat.
The second Trey had her in his arms with her limbs all curled around him, the constricting sensation in his chest began to ebb slightly. She was safe. She was there. She was okay.
When Cam had burst into his office and told him about Lydia’s call, Trey was pretty sure his heart had stopped for a moment. Fear for Taryn’s safety had instantly blasted through him, galvanising him into action while at the same time completely fucking up his thought processes. His wolf had howled inside his head, fought for supremacy with such strength that Trey had been wincing in pain. Had the other males of his pack not been there to keep him calm, he might have shifted right there in the car as he drove like a man possessed.
Trey buried his face in the crook of her neck and swam in her exotic scent…and that was when he smelt the scent of the other male.
Taryn gasped as Trey pulled back and she saw his eyes flash wolf. “Trey -”
“I can smell him on you.” Trey trailed his finger over her neck. “He had his hand here.” His gaze landed on the tiny wound on her forehead and a long chilling growl spilt from his throat. “He hurt you.”
She framed his face with her hands, capturing his gaze. “No, I got that teensy little cut when I headbutted him and broke his nose. I’m fine.”
“What the hell happened?” asked Dante as he hurried to their side with the enforcers on his heels.
Ignoring them in favor of keeping her mate calm, she lightly dabbed a kiss on Trey’s lips then one on each cheek and another on his lips. “I’m okay.” With each soft kiss the tension ruling his body began to lessen, but only ever so slightly. He was nowhere near calm and it wouldn’t take much for him to leap to an irrational state. “Can we talk about this on the way home?” She tried to sound a little vulnerable and shaken in the hope that it might shift him from needing revenge to needing to comfort her.
Good ole Cam – not at all aware of her plan – suddenly approached and said, “Lydia’s just told me they said something about Darryl. That true?”
Fan-fricking-tastic. Just like that, Trey’s body stiffened and his arms fell to his sides, making her slide down his body.
He stepped away, panting and growling. “My uncle?”
Taryn shot Cam an annoyed glare. Looking nervous, he took Lydia by the arm and led her to Taryn’s Hyundai – a good thing since she didn’t want to mention the informant in front of anyone other than Trey, Dante and the enforcers. It wasn’t that she suspected Lydia or Cam, but she wasn’t sure she could trust them not to panic or to keep quiet about it. She returned her focus to Trey. “It was just a pathetic attempt at making you agree to unite the packs.”
“So he set that up. He ordered them to hurt you.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t sense them following you,” said Dante.
Anger flashed across her face and Trey tensed. “What? Tell me.”
She sighed. “Apparently…someone from our pack told Darryl where I’d be.” She winced as his face turned purple. Then he was then striding purposely toward his Toyota. No prizes for guessing where he was going. She dashed after him and then leapt onto his back, locking her arms around his neck and her legs around his middle. “Trey, no, listen to me. You can’t go after him, it’s what he wants.” He continued onwards as if she wasn’t even there, completely undeterred by her weight – though it was fair to say she didn’t weigh that much. Deserting her plan to placate him, she took on another approach. She kicked her legs madly and bit his ear. “Trey, don’t do this! For God’s sake, will you just listen!”
Trey halted abruptly and shifted her so that she was once again wrapped around his front. He held her gaze as he growled, “Don’t, Taryn. Don’t ask me to ignore this. You’re my mate and he sent two wolves after you. It doesn’t matter that you kicked their asses, he wanted you beaten – maybe even worse. To add to that, he has one of my own wolves betraying me, betraying you.”