Claiming His Prize (Bad Boy Alphas) (Feral Breed Followings Book 2) by Ellis Leigh Page A

losing control. Without a second’s hesitation, Piers lunged for Saern, the two connecting in a flurry of fists and snarls. Six trainers rushed into the ring, all diving at the fighting pair. I watched in horror, wishing I could do something. Wishing I had been able to convince Piers to leave while we were still out by the river. I hadn’t expected Mick to bring Saern tonight, but it didn’t surprise me. Mick was looking to rile these two up so he could get a good fight out of them. Watching them wrestle on the mats, they certainly looked riled.
    It took multiple tries and more than a few knocks to the wrong people, but the trainers were finally able to pull the two dragon shifters apart.
    “Enough,” Mick yelled once the trainers had done the dirty work. “You two should be saving that shit for fight night.”
    Saern smirked at Piers, his eyes positively black. “That’s right. You young ones are too impulsive. Perhaps you need a little time-out to learn your place.”
    “I know my place, fucker. It’s you who should worry.”
    Saern’s arrogant look faltered, but only for a second. He quickly regained his attitude before turning to Mick and holding up a bloodied arm.
    “I do believe I need medical attention.”
    Mick glanced at me, his eyes hard. “Take care of him, Jane. I need to speak with Tidal.”
    I jumped as Saern approached me, a move that had Piers yowling low and throaty. Two trainers grabbed his arms and another two jumped in front of him, holding him back. Restraining him as he tried to follow us. Something that broke my heart to see.
    “You know, Tidal,” Mick said, sounding too casual for my liking. “I’ve known Jane since she was a baby. In fact, I’m very involved with her family. Her father, particularly.”
    My stomach dropped with his threat. Piers must have heard it, too. He stopped fighting, his eyes locked on mine.
    I nodded once, trying to calm my fired-up dragon even though we both had to know this was a bad idea. “I’ll be back in five minutes.”
    “Three.” Tidal gave Saern a glare. “Any longer, and I’m coming after you.”
    “I said go, Jane.” Mick pointed toward the medical wing. My fear was a lead ball in my gut, but I had no choice. Mick had moved up his plan, so we were out of time. There would be no rescuing of my dad or running before the shit hit the fan. There was only this…doing what I was told to keep the people I cared about alive.
    “You’re an idiot to egg him on.” I yanked my arm away when Saern reached for it, drawing a growl from him.
    “Who, your little tadpole? The kid needs to learn his place.”
    I huffed. “I think it’s you who needs a few lessons.”
    He didn’t say another word as he followed me down the hall. He didn’t need to once we reached the exam room. His palm connecting with my face said more than words ever could.
    I fell back, hitting my head on the exam table as I crumpled to the floor. The room spun, the ceiling refusing to stay in focus. I swallowed and tried to roll to a less vulnerable position, but my vision wobbled and left me unsure of which way was up.
    “Jane, Jane, Jane.” Saern stepped carefully around me, blocking the light, making me go blind in the shadows. “I thought I was clear when I told you that you were my mate.”
    He kicked my legs, forcing me to my side. My head spun again and my stomach revolted at the movement, but Piers’ words kept running through my head. His advice on how to kill a dragon.
    Put flame in the air, and we’ll run.
    If I could just get to the cabinets…
    “Well?” Saern kicked me again, this time in the hip. “Was I or was I not clear?”
    “Yes,” I cried, closing my eyes against the pain. “You were clear.”
    “Then why would you spread your legs for that child when what’s between them is rightfully mine?”
    I huffed a pained laugh, inching my way back. Trying to look as if I was moving away from him, when truly, I was moving toward something else. Something I