Jett's Wild Wolf (Mystic Wolves 3) (19 page)

His groans and curses could be heard when she fled, but she didn’t stop until she got to her car. Her hands shook so bad she dropped her keys, tears streaming down her cheeks, she swore it was like she was in a horror movie where the villain would jump up behind her at any moment. Finally, she unlocked her car with the press of a button and wasted no time backing out of the spot. Looking back she saw the masked man standing at the end of the lot. The feel of her dinner threatening to come back up had her swallowing several times. The image of him doing the slow walk that all serial killers did as they caught up to their victims flashed before her eyes, making red dots appear and she realized she was holding her breath until she shot out of the enclosed garage.

“Oh, god. I almost died. Shit, shit, shit.” She looked at the speedometer to see she was going way over the speed limit and laughed hysterically. “Having the police pull me over would be a bad thing how?” She looked in the rearview expecting to see a van or something following her. Once she was sure she wasn’t being followed, she reached in her bag for her cell.

The thought of calling her dad and upsetting him was abhorrent to her, but she didn’t have anyone else to call. Kellen was alpha of her pack and would always protect them, but she didn’t want to make that call either. “It was probably just some random thing.” After the incident with the McCartney’s, she hated to bring her trouble to the pack. Remembering the size and feel of the man’s hands on her, she dialed the clubhouse.

“Iron Wolves,” Coti answered.

She breathed a sigh of relief. “Hey, Coti. It’s Breezy.” Her voice shook.

“What’s the matter, nani?”

Breezy always sighed when he called her beautiful. People thought they’d make a great couple, but in reality, he was more like an older brother or best friend. She explained what had happened, and was about to say she was on her way home when the sound of rustling came over the line.

“Get your ass to the clubhouse, now, bella.” Kellen’s voice was low.

“I really want to go home and take a long bubble bath. I...”

Kellen cut her off. “That was not a request. If you don’t want me showing up at your parents’ home and dragging you out of there, I suggest you drive that fine ass here stat. I’m going to put Laikyn on the phone with you. I want you to talk with her until you get here. Do not hang up for any reason. Are you on a hands-free set?”

The need to salute him, and flip him off warred within her, but she also knew he was right. “Yes, I’m on my hands-free.”

“Good. How far out are you?” His deep voice rumbled sending shivers through the phone line.

She didn’t even think about denying him. “About fifteen minutes.”

“Drive safe. And, bella, you were smart in calling.”

Butterflies danced in her stomach.

****

X
ander Carmichael or Xan to everyone, barely restrained his wolf. He’d been beta to the Iron Wolves since he’d turned twenty-five and he and Kellen had taken over, physically beating the fuck out of the old alpha and his worthless shits of leaders. They’d both been alpha’s in their own right, but Xan didn’t want to lead. They opened the Iron Wolves MC shortly after and turned their little town back into a habitable place for wolves to live. Now, ten years later their families were all safe and well connected, albeit a little dysfunctional.

He couldn’t imagine what sweet little Breezy was thinking. His wolf snorted. Yeah, she was far from sweet, but no woman deserved to be jumped in a parking lot, least of all one of their pack.

Violence. He was used to that emotion, and needed an outlet for what he was feeling. He turned to the back of the club. It was a Friday night, and the fights were just getting started. His pack and the MC held regular, no-holds-barred fights in the club. It wasn’t often he had the urge to join in the cage, but when he did money tended to drop.

If he had any hope of facing Breezy with a semblance of control, he’d need to work out some of his anger, or he was liable to do something they’d both regret. Of course, he’d enjoy the fuck out of it and so would she, but he wasn’t ready to mate any woman, even one as feisty as the delectable Breezy. When he finally did settle down, he didn’t want one who’d been around the block like the town bicycle. Nope, he wanted a sweet woman who knew her place.

The sound of the loud bass met his ears long before he entered. Wyck looked him up and down as he walked in. “You fighting tonight?”

“Yep,” he grunted.

Wyck smiled. The large African American slapped his hands together, the man was a blood thirsty bastard. Xan wondered if he was going to jump in the cage with him.

“I ain’t got a death wish tonight.” Brown eyes flashed at him as the bell rang signaling the end of the current fight. They didn’t allow a fight to the death, but pretty damn close.

Tonight Xan had on a pair of worn denim jeans, and his customary black leather vest with the club insignia on the back. His black shitkickers were thick leather, but would come off before he entered the cage. He crossed to stand outside, watching as they carried out the unconscious man.

What a pussy, getting knocked out in the first five minutes.

He cracked his neck and waited to see if the winner planned to stay or leave. It wouldn’t do to enter until the crowd was all riled up. With his arms crossed he stood, staring at the large male. Another shifter who was known for his bad attitude and even worse temper. Xan undid his boots, leaving them next to where he stood. His scent would deter anyone from taking them. The little wolf standing next to the door saw his approach, her eyes going wide. Xan couldn’t remember her name, but when she held her hand out for his vest, he handed it over with a wink. “Take care, I’ll be back for that shortly.”

She blinked up at him, and at any other time he might have bent and stole a kiss for luck. Instead he stood, gripped the cage door and swung up into the large square enclosure. There weren’t too many rules when it came to fighting inside, except not to kill. Xan was down with that, everything else was open season.

He gestured to the other man, watching as Rocky, his name finally coming to Xan danced around. The crowd noticed who’d entered, a hush fell over them.

“You ready for a beatdown Club VP?” Rocky asked, hitting his chest.

Xan balanced on the balls of his feet. He wasn’t going to waste his breath on the fuck. Again, he motioned Rocky forward, letting his lips kick up in a grin. His mama always said it was his shit-eating one that would piss off even the town priests. With a roar, Rocky lunged across the feet separating them. Xan side stepped, throwing his elbow out and hitting the back of the shifters head, making him fall into the cages steel links.

He ignored the crowd as they cheered. Rocky bounced back. They were both dirty fighters, and Xan prepared for the attack. Shifting to their wolves wasn’t sanctioned since they allowed humans into the club, but speed and heightened strength was something they had in spades.

Again, Rocky charged him, going in low, his shoulder hit Xan in the mid-section while the man’s fist pummeled at his kidney.

He tried to shake him off, but they fell to the ground, the feel of wolven claws digging into his side had Xan’s wolf trying to surface. He growled. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Rocky’s claws raked up his side. The thought the humans would see them, had his wolf snapping to be let out.

Xan rolled them, coming up on top, seeing hatred burning in Rocky’s eyes, he rained blow after blow on the man, then when he realized Rocky wasn’t fighting anymore he pulled back. His breathing hard. The sound of the cage door opening had him looking to see Kellen entering.

“You calm, bro?” Kellen nodded at the bloody beast beneath him.

The four long gashes down his side looked like Freddy Kruger had gotten a hold of him, ruining his favorite pair of jeans. “I’m level. This jackhole tried to shift in the middle of our fight. What the hell?” He kept his voice too low for anyone other than he and Kellen to hear.

Kellen came over and inspected Rocky, felt the flutter of the man’s heart and sat back on his heels. “At least he’s still alive. I’d have killed the bastard.”

A mirthless laugh escaped Xan. “I almost did. What brought you down to the cage?”

Kellen looked to the door of the club. “A swell in power and your girls here. Thought you might want to come and see how she was doing for yourself. Of course, now it looks like she might need to patch you up.”

In the doorway he saw a gorgeous vision of blonde hair with pink and purple streaks standing in a pair of jeans, looking like she’d painted them on, and a tank top that was snug enough he could make out the lace indents of her bra. For fucksake he felt his cock swell, and he was literally kneeling over a bleeding wolf. “Shit, she’s not my woman, and I don’t need her to patch me up.”

His alpha snorted. “Right.” The one word was drawled out.

Kellen snapped his fingers and a couple of the lower ranking wolves climbed into the cage. He listened with half an ear as they were instructed to take Rocky out, get him medical care and then he was to be placed in the detention center. Shite, Xan knew Kellen was pissed, but even he didn’t think about the repercussions of the fight. Ever since the attack on Lyric and Taya, Kellen was tightening security and had become one hard-ass alpha. Not that he hadn’t been before, but now you did not want to cross the man.

He thought back to the night his sister Lyric had been attacked outside a human bar. If it hadn’t been for Rowan, an ex-special forces, he was sure she’d have been taken and possibly killed. Another member of the pack, Taya, had been taken and suffered much at the rogue packs hands. Lyric had to turn the human Rowan in order to save him, and for that he was grateful since they were now happily mated. That didn’t mean he believed in happily ever afters, it just meant Rowan got a reprieve from the beat down, until he fucked up and made his baby sister cry.

“Come on, I think the crowd has seen enough blood for the night.” Kellen stood, his voice boomed out making the noise die down. “All right you dirty bastards, and sexy bitches. Next round is on the house, but don’t get greedy. My staff knows what you normally drink, so don’t piss me off.” Warning given, he sauntered out.

The little wolf he’d given his vest to stood with an expectant look on her face.

“Thanks, sweets.” He kissed her on the forehead, inhaling the smell of her shampoo and the scents of perfume and hair spray. He preferred the fresh smell of...he cut off the line of thought before it went any further, ignoring her practiced pout. His boots were where he’d left them. Not taking the time to shove his feet back into them, he made a beeline for the place he’d seen Breezy last. He promised himself he wouldn’t threaten to rip off Coti’s arms if he found them together. It would be better for all of them if the two would mate up. His wolf growled, the canines he’d restrained in the cage punched through his gums. “Fuck!”

Leaving the crowded club behind, his blood boiling at the thoughts running through his mind, and not the least calmed from his fight, damn it.

In that moment he could have turned and walked away, forgot everything except getting drunk and patching up his side. Except, he got a glimpse of Breezy’s face. Her bruised and swollen face.

He found himself in front of her, forcing Coti back several feet. “Bella, who did this?” He looked at his own bloody hands as he reached up to touch her, hesitating for only a second.

“I don’t know,” she whispered.

Xan didn’t scent a lie, but the smell that he inhaled was of an unknown male. He memorized it, locked it inside himself and knew he and his wolf would hunt the man down.

“You’re scary when you look like that.”

For her he pushed the feral beast back. “Let me wash up and I’ll be right back. You,” he stabbed a finger at Coti. “See if there were cameras in the parking garage.”

Coti nodded. “On it.”

“I thought I was the boss.” Kellen drawled.

Xan flipped Kellen off as he entered the large bathroom, shutting the door in order to give himself and his wolf a moment to collect themselves.

Mate.
He’d fought the knowledge, thinking he could fuck his way through a dozen or more women and his wolf would forget the one meant to be his. The pain he’d caused her tasted like ash in his mouth. Honesty made him acknowledge he’d known for over a year.

Funny how almost having her taken from him brought clarity, and it didn’t seem like a fate worse than death to have her for a mate.

He shucked his clothes and took a quick shower, washing the sweat and blood off. As he got out he looked at the bloody jeans, and decided he’d grab a pair of leathers out of the closet, but first he’d check on Breezy.

With a towel around his hips, he stepped out of the bathroom, glad to see Coti was nowhere to be found. Which meant his friend could breathe another day.

“What the hell, Xan. You forget to put some clothes on or what?” Kellen asked from his spot on the large leather sofa.

Xan smiled. “No, and no you can’t see my junk. You’ll get all jealous and need someone to feed your ego and tell you yours is big, too.” He noticed Breezy had a glass of something cold in her hand.

He grabbed a tumbler and filled it then held it up to see if Kellen wanted one. A shake of the head and he pushed away from the bar, needing to get close to his woman. Understanding how the mated males were overly possessive of their females, when even the image of another putting their hands on Breezy caused a red hot rage in him.

His words made the people in the room laugh. He, who was not one to make jokes. Beat the shit out of others, and even kill, but joking was not what he was known for.

Her face was already starting to heal thanks to their shifter genetics, but as he stared she winced when she yawned. As an RN she was on duty for twelve hour shifts and more than likely was ready to fall asleep where she sat.

“I’ll take you home, just give me a moment to get dressed.” He ran a hand over her soft curls.

“That won’t be necessary.” Her head swiveled around, following him.

Nudity wasn’t a big deal with shifters. He let the towel drop as he opened the closet, selecting a pair of leather pants and pulling them on. He felt her eyes on his ass. No blushing for his woman.