Blood Reign (#4): Alpha Warriors of the Blood (The Blood Series) by Tamara Rose Blodgett Page B
Authors: Tamara Rose Blodgett
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will say nothing of her whereabouts unless you come with me.”
That awful moment in Julia's life was worse in some ways than any before it. To realize her true family still lived in this plane of existence.
She'd been an orphan so long that she had long buried the hope of any family.
The Red Were was dangling the proverbial carrot.
She hated him for it.
And at the same time, Julia passionately hoped it wasn't a lie.
She didn't have time to scream. He wrapped his hand around her throat, closing her windpipe. He'd been that fast.
She struggled.
“Shh,” Tom whispered beside her ear. “Someone else is here.”
Julia's eyes bulged. They moved in a panic to whoever had appeared.
Friend or foe? she wondered. And on the heels of that, Jason's name whispered through her mind like a reverent prayer.
Her gaze latched on to the small female figure that glided outside the border of trees.
Jacqueline.
Definitely foe.
*
Julia gave a squeak, and Tom dropped her.
She fell, hands at her throat instead of breaking her fall. The shock of the rough landing thrummed up her spine like an electric current. Julia sucked lungfuls of precious oxygen as Harriet gave her his naked ass.
Slow learner.
Testie tap time. Or double tap.
Julia staggered to a standing position. She kicked the Were in his butt with her bare foot. Her toes might have curved a little as her foot came back.
He howled, reaching between his legs, but didn't move far.
It was the distraction she meant it to be.
He whipped around, arms spread, talons sliding out and conquering the flesh of his fingertips in a brutal shift.
Julia threw up her hands to defend her face, and the splatter of his humanity rained down on her.
She dropped her arms, and a large wolf stood before her.
Trouble stared back in the form of a red fur coat and green eyes.
Julia kept the Were in sight while also trying to find Jacqueline.
Not far enough.
“Julia—wait!” Jacqueline said and the wolf turned, it's swimming green gaze swinging between the two women.
“No,” Julia said. “I don't want to hurt you. But I will, because you don't do mercy. And this guy”—Julia pointed at the now-changed Harriet—“ this guy, he's certainly not my buddy.”
“I know it will be hard to convince you of my sincerity.” Jacqueline turned her palms outward in a defenseless posture, wary eyes on the Were.
“Impossible,” Julia answered.
Jacqueline dropped her hands. “I am sorry... I tried to murder you.”
Julia laughed aloud. Is she serious?
“I was not well when I... attempted that.”
“Is this where you claim temporary insanity?” Julia made no move to temper her sarcasm.
Jacqueline shook her head.
Julia’s brows cinched. This was beyond weird.
“This is where I escort you back to the group. Domiatri wished for me to Track you. It was twofold. I would be safe, and you would be found and returned.”
Julia opened her mouth to tell her to piss off when Harriet pounced on Jacqueline.
Julia should have let her die. She was a proven murderess.
But Julia's instincts said something was off.
For one, Jacqueline wasn't that good an actress.
What if she isn’t acting?
Julia steeled herself, racing toward the werewolf and her killer.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Slash faced the half-blood Red. He couldn't help his feelings of vulnerability with the two facing him.
Just a natural part of dominance struggle.
Slash had encountered Reds before, of course. During turf wars but mainly as rogues.
Not now.
That was as organized a plan as he'd ever seen. They had banded together and made themselves a force to be reckoned with.
It was up to Slash to free them of their current Alpha's position of pack master.
And put himself in it.
The Were that went by the name of Tom Harriet was missing. Slash was primed to use the volatile circumstance to his advantage.
They circled one another. The half-breed Were taunted Slash in an attempt to distract him.
“I'm going to take that
That awful moment in Julia's life was worse in some ways than any before it. To realize her true family still lived in this plane of existence.
She'd been an orphan so long that she had long buried the hope of any family.
The Red Were was dangling the proverbial carrot.
She hated him for it.
And at the same time, Julia passionately hoped it wasn't a lie.
She didn't have time to scream. He wrapped his hand around her throat, closing her windpipe. He'd been that fast.
She struggled.
“Shh,” Tom whispered beside her ear. “Someone else is here.”
Julia's eyes bulged. They moved in a panic to whoever had appeared.
Friend or foe? she wondered. And on the heels of that, Jason's name whispered through her mind like a reverent prayer.
Her gaze latched on to the small female figure that glided outside the border of trees.
Jacqueline.
Definitely foe.
*
Julia gave a squeak, and Tom dropped her.
She fell, hands at her throat instead of breaking her fall. The shock of the rough landing thrummed up her spine like an electric current. Julia sucked lungfuls of precious oxygen as Harriet gave her his naked ass.
Slow learner.
Testie tap time. Or double tap.
Julia staggered to a standing position. She kicked the Were in his butt with her bare foot. Her toes might have curved a little as her foot came back.
He howled, reaching between his legs, but didn't move far.
It was the distraction she meant it to be.
He whipped around, arms spread, talons sliding out and conquering the flesh of his fingertips in a brutal shift.
Julia threw up her hands to defend her face, and the splatter of his humanity rained down on her.
She dropped her arms, and a large wolf stood before her.
Trouble stared back in the form of a red fur coat and green eyes.
Julia kept the Were in sight while also trying to find Jacqueline.
Not far enough.
“Julia—wait!” Jacqueline said and the wolf turned, it's swimming green gaze swinging between the two women.
“No,” Julia said. “I don't want to hurt you. But I will, because you don't do mercy. And this guy”—Julia pointed at the now-changed Harriet—“ this guy, he's certainly not my buddy.”
“I know it will be hard to convince you of my sincerity.” Jacqueline turned her palms outward in a defenseless posture, wary eyes on the Were.
“Impossible,” Julia answered.
Jacqueline dropped her hands. “I am sorry... I tried to murder you.”
Julia laughed aloud. Is she serious?
“I was not well when I... attempted that.”
“Is this where you claim temporary insanity?” Julia made no move to temper her sarcasm.
Jacqueline shook her head.
Julia’s brows cinched. This was beyond weird.
“This is where I escort you back to the group. Domiatri wished for me to Track you. It was twofold. I would be safe, and you would be found and returned.”
Julia opened her mouth to tell her to piss off when Harriet pounced on Jacqueline.
Julia should have let her die. She was a proven murderess.
But Julia's instincts said something was off.
For one, Jacqueline wasn't that good an actress.
What if she isn’t acting?
Julia steeled herself, racing toward the werewolf and her killer.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Slash faced the half-blood Red. He couldn't help his feelings of vulnerability with the two facing him.
Just a natural part of dominance struggle.
Slash had encountered Reds before, of course. During turf wars but mainly as rogues.
Not now.
That was as organized a plan as he'd ever seen. They had banded together and made themselves a force to be reckoned with.
It was up to Slash to free them of their current Alpha's position of pack master.
And put himself in it.
The Were that went by the name of Tom Harriet was missing. Slash was primed to use the volatile circumstance to his advantage.
They circled one another. The half-breed Were taunted Slash in an attempt to distract him.
“I'm going to take that
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