An Alpha's Pride [tribal bonds 2] by Stormy Glenn Page B

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snicker from behind him. He turned to see Roman looking him up and
down, a snide sneer on his face.
“The great Electus Everson.” Roman snickered. “And all of this
time I was afraid of you. If I had only known what a pussy you really
are.”
Daniel heard Carlton growl and turned just in time to see Carlton
start past him. He quickly reached out and grabbed Carlton’s arm,
stopping him. “Don’t, love. He’s not worth it.”
“Love?” Roman snarled. “You’re a fucking bloodsucker. You
don’t know the first thing about love. You know about killing and
sucking the blood out of humans until they are nothing but dried up
husks.”
The muscles under Daniel’s hand tensed. “No, Carlton. That’s
what he wants. Besides, his words can’t hurt me.”
“No, but if he really is your anamchara, this can.”
Daniel heard Carlton growl. He spun around to see a large gun
aimed in Carlton’s direction. He knew from the glint in Roman’s eyes
that the gun contained silver bullets.
Daniel didn’t even stop to consider the wisdom of his actions. He
just leapt over in front of Carlton, taking the bullet meant for his
anamchara. The pain was instantaneous, sweeping through Daniel
until his entire body felt like it was on fire.
“Fuck, that hurts,” he groaned as he slumped back against Carlton.
He immediately felt Carlton’s arms wrap around him and gently
lower him to the ground. He clenched his hand in Carlton’s shirt as he
looked up into the man’s worried eyes. “Did you get hit?” “No, baby.” Carlton shook his head. “But we’re going to have a
serious talk when we get home. It is not okay to step in front of a
bullet.”
“It’s silver,” Daniel protested.
“And?” Carlton didn’t look like he cared that the bullet was
deadly to his kind. He looked pissed.
“And we need to dig the damn bullet out so he can heal.” Daniel’s eyes widened when he heard Roman’s voice and saw the
man loom over the top of him. He stiffened, instantly fearing for his
anamchara. He hissed at Roman, baring his fangs at the guy as he
tried to sit up and move in front of Carlton. He needed to protect his
anamchara.
“Knock that shit off,” Roman snapped.
Daniel blinked when the hunter smacked him in the back of the
head and then pulled out a large knife and began digging the bullet
out of his shoulder. Daniel groaned when one particular jab of the
blade sent pain flaring down his arm.
“Your bedside manner sucks,” he snapped at Roman. He was
shocked down to his toes when he saw amusement glittering in the
dark eyes that turned to look at him.
“My bedside manner is fucking fantastic.” Roman chuckled. “But
this isn’t a bed.”
Daniel was thrilled that Roman found this amusing. Not. He was
getting more pissed by each passing second. He grunted when the
bullet was finally pulled free from his shoulder. Roman held it up then
dropped it in the palm of Daniel’s hand.
“It wasn’t a lethal round.”
“It’s silver.”
Roman shook his head. “No, it’s not.”
Daniel frowned in confusion. “But you said—”
“No, you assumed it was silver, and I let you. There’s a big
difference.”
“You still shot me,” Daniel grumbled.
“You’re a vampire,” Roman said as he stood to his feet. “It’s what
I do.”
“I don’t like you.”
Roman grinned wickedly. “You’re breaking my heart,
bloodsucker.”
Daniel’s shoulder had healed enough that he could move it, but
his legs were fine. He arched back and jumped to his feet in one leap,
and then glared across at Roman when the man started clapping. “Very impressive,” Roman said. “What other tricks do you do?” Daniel clenched his fists and took a step closer to Roman,
growling. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had pissed
him off as much as Roman was doing. He was going to beat the guy
into unconsciousness. Daniel didn’t care that the man was the leader
of the humans, or a hunter. He was going to plant his fist square in the
guy’s