The One We Answer To: A Shifter MC Novel (Pureblood Predator MC Book 3) (49 page)

The Pyramid of the Sun.
 

Nash is on my right, with Trish clinging on back. Blue’s on the left.
 

Aaron’s corpse is wrapped in a tarp and strapped to the back of Blue’s bike. I keep trying not to look.
 

Rain stings my bare face. I’m not wearing a helmet. Some things are beyond control. I learned that from my outlaw bloodmate. Sometimes you just gotta let go.

I lean hard into a curve, feel the back wheel kick out.

Right there. Relax into it.
 

Tense up and you’re dead.

Let it go.
 

I might have to let my eldest son go. Lachlan.
 

Child of an Atrocity in this age. A second generation of Risen.

I haven’t given up on him yet. Not by a long shot. But I saw the look in his eyes when he said he’d never forgive me. I don’t think he will.

Part of me doesn’t blame him. It’s a lot to ask a nine year old. Especially one who’s heart’s been corrupted by his asshole father.

The One Without Value.

I hit a corner too fast, jerk the handlebars hard right, overcorrect, and for an instant I think I’m dead. But the bike figures out what she needs, rubber sticks to wet pavement, and a heartbeat later I’m riding out of the corner, gritting my teeth, knowing I should feel happy for being alive.

But there’s only anger and sadness.

Two emotional poles, facing one another, feeding off each other’s energy, driving everything else away.
 

Seems like that’s all I know. Anger and sadness.
 

All my life has room for.

Anger at the lying bastard Connor Lerrick and my psychotic brother Vuk and the traitorous bitch Shiori and the rest of the foul, black-blooded Stricken.
 

Sadness for my sons and bloodmate.

Lachlan might be lost to me. But my unborn son? Child of love?
 

There might be time.
 

I know Aaron’s roaming the Bloodless Land. His wolf bent low, scenting, tracking his son. No way I’m letting him face the Dog God alone.
 

I wave Nash and Trish over beside me.

“Promise you’ll do something?” I yell at Trish over the growling Harley engines and rushing wind.

“Tell me first, then I’ll promise,” Trish answers. “I don’t sign blank checks.”

“When you find Anik, give him a message from me?”

Trish nods. Nash looks at me suspiciously.
 

“Tell him…he has to forgive himself. Tell him that comes first. Tell him everyone fucks up. It’s what we do after we fuck up that matters, that makes us who we are.”

Trish gives me a long, searching stare. Damn. My best friend looks great on a bike, wind whipping her hair, the adrenal thrill and sense of freedom brightening her eyes, and the way she’s holding Nash—

“Will you do that for me?” I yell. “Will you promise?”

“Of course, Lil. I promise. But why—”

I flash my friend a quick smile, throttle the Harley all the way down, cut hard right across the highway, over the gravel shoulder and off the edge of a high granite cliff. Take my hands off the handlebars as I plummet into the boulders. Close my eyes.
 

Let it go. Let it be.

Shame about the bike.

END BOOK 3

THE ALL CONSUMING

PUREBLOOD PREDATOR MC BOOK 4

FINAL IN SERIES
 

AVAILABLE SOON!

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dedicated to my family. Forever.

ABOUT AUTHOR MAY ELLIS DANIELS

Hi! I’d like to say a heartfelt thank you to my family and fans for making this writing life possible. I write contemporary and paranormal romance with smoking hot bad dudes, strong females and lots of fast-paced thriller-style action and erotic heat.
 

 
When not writing I’m into hiking in the Pacific Northwest with my beautiful family, drinking craft brews, and riding fast bikes (but not after drinking tasty craft brews).
 

Stay sane-ish!

- May Ellis Daniels