Blood Reign (#4): Alpha Warriors of the Blood (The Blood Series) by Tamara Rose Blodgett
Authors: Tamara Rose Blodgett
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Ford glared at Adrianna then turned to Slash. “It's not just me. There are others who will fight you.”
“I know.”
“Knew you were a ball-less wonder,” Truman told Ford as he and Slash circled each other.
His gaze flicked to Truman. “But I'll be a ball-less wonder that’s dominant to you .”
Slash reacted instantly, swinging his talons out and going for the jugular. Ford feinted to the left, and the body knives missed his Adam's apple by a hairsbreadth.
“Doubt it, chump.” Truman crossed his arms.
Cyn sighed. “I don't want to see him naked, and be underwhelmed and all that.”
Ford looked at her, and Slash struck again, piercing the vulnerable part of the body where thigh meets crotch in a precise strike.
Slash did not liken himself to a brutal fighter unless necessary. He would not tire himself when there were more Were to fight.
Cutting the femoral artery was effective.
Rapid.
Ford moved in for an obvious charge and stalled, a surprised look overtaking his face.
The other Reds shifted and muttered nervously.
Slash approached confidently as a river of blood shot out of Ford's body.
Ford didn't react when all four talons burst out the back of his neck. He was too busy dying from blood loss.
He careened backward, and Slash, a grim reaper without a scythe, jerked his talons. They came out of Ford's neck in a thick suctioned pop of flesh.
The talons sliced again, punching Ford with the knives that tipped his fingers.
Then nothing.
Slash stood.
He flung his right hand at the waiting Reds who would take the one hope the species had of unification.
Drops of blood and sinew from Ford's body fell like plops of gruesome rain. Some landed on the Were themselves.
They made no move to wipe away the proof of the Alpha's death.
“Any takers?” Slash asked.
Two more broke from the ring of Reds, a pureblood Red amongst the challengers.
Slash's heart ticked faster.
His eyes fixed on Adrianna.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Jacqueline stayed behind Domiatri.
She tried to imagine what she would have done before.
Now she used Domi as a shield, whereas in the past, her very evilness would have sufficed.
She held two perspectives. One from before Faerie, and she would always think of it as such. The second was after.
After Tony assaulting her every day, her muted Talents became apparent and she'd been defenseless. When her fey blood while living outside the sithen affected her, everything had been a plan of treachery. One of deception. At the time, it had seemed clever to mate with Tony and force all the other species to give them a reprieve through her matrimonial alliance with him.
Now they were mated.
And Jacqueline's self-loathing was acute but for the small glimmer of hope that her life might mean more than being an outcast, forever known as attempted murderer of Julia Caldwell, the Rare One.
The old Jacqueline, her talents those of a Deflector, a telekinetic, and a Tracker, would have slaughtered everyone in her path.
She was no longer that woman.
She lifted her chin and moved out from behind the protection of Domi's emerald body. He put an arm around her waist and snagged her against him. “Do not even think it, Singer.”
A sob caught in her throat. She had finally been brave enough in her useless life to try to help another, only to find that Domi's protection would not allow it.
It crushed her newfound soft interior.
Then Domi did something he had never done in all their couplings to get her with child.
As the Reds approached, circling them like sharks, he pressed a light kiss against her forehead.
The heat from his mouth upon her skin, the seduction of the breeze that blew between the supernaturals was tenderness on fire.
Jacqueline reveled in it.
Then he released her. “Go,” he whispered into her ear.
Their gazes locked.
His hands hovered at the top of her head, her eyes on the silver of his.
Domi's palms flowed over her, never touching. They paused at her belly then
Ford glared at Adrianna then turned to Slash. “It's not just me. There are others who will fight you.”
“I know.”
“Knew you were a ball-less wonder,” Truman told Ford as he and Slash circled each other.
His gaze flicked to Truman. “But I'll be a ball-less wonder that’s dominant to you .”
Slash reacted instantly, swinging his talons out and going for the jugular. Ford feinted to the left, and the body knives missed his Adam's apple by a hairsbreadth.
“Doubt it, chump.” Truman crossed his arms.
Cyn sighed. “I don't want to see him naked, and be underwhelmed and all that.”
Ford looked at her, and Slash struck again, piercing the vulnerable part of the body where thigh meets crotch in a precise strike.
Slash did not liken himself to a brutal fighter unless necessary. He would not tire himself when there were more Were to fight.
Cutting the femoral artery was effective.
Rapid.
Ford moved in for an obvious charge and stalled, a surprised look overtaking his face.
The other Reds shifted and muttered nervously.
Slash approached confidently as a river of blood shot out of Ford's body.
Ford didn't react when all four talons burst out the back of his neck. He was too busy dying from blood loss.
He careened backward, and Slash, a grim reaper without a scythe, jerked his talons. They came out of Ford's neck in a thick suctioned pop of flesh.
The talons sliced again, punching Ford with the knives that tipped his fingers.
Then nothing.
Slash stood.
He flung his right hand at the waiting Reds who would take the one hope the species had of unification.
Drops of blood and sinew from Ford's body fell like plops of gruesome rain. Some landed on the Were themselves.
They made no move to wipe away the proof of the Alpha's death.
“Any takers?” Slash asked.
Two more broke from the ring of Reds, a pureblood Red amongst the challengers.
Slash's heart ticked faster.
His eyes fixed on Adrianna.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Jacqueline stayed behind Domiatri.
She tried to imagine what she would have done before.
Now she used Domi as a shield, whereas in the past, her very evilness would have sufficed.
She held two perspectives. One from before Faerie, and she would always think of it as such. The second was after.
After Tony assaulting her every day, her muted Talents became apparent and she'd been defenseless. When her fey blood while living outside the sithen affected her, everything had been a plan of treachery. One of deception. At the time, it had seemed clever to mate with Tony and force all the other species to give them a reprieve through her matrimonial alliance with him.
Now they were mated.
And Jacqueline's self-loathing was acute but for the small glimmer of hope that her life might mean more than being an outcast, forever known as attempted murderer of Julia Caldwell, the Rare One.
The old Jacqueline, her talents those of a Deflector, a telekinetic, and a Tracker, would have slaughtered everyone in her path.
She was no longer that woman.
She lifted her chin and moved out from behind the protection of Domi's emerald body. He put an arm around her waist and snagged her against him. “Do not even think it, Singer.”
A sob caught in her throat. She had finally been brave enough in her useless life to try to help another, only to find that Domi's protection would not allow it.
It crushed her newfound soft interior.
Then Domi did something he had never done in all their couplings to get her with child.
As the Reds approached, circling them like sharks, he pressed a light kiss against her forehead.
The heat from his mouth upon her skin, the seduction of the breeze that blew between the supernaturals was tenderness on fire.
Jacqueline reveled in it.
Then he released her. “Go,” he whispered into her ear.
Their gazes locked.
His hands hovered at the top of her head, her eyes on the silver of his.
Domi's palms flowed over her, never touching. They paused at her belly then
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