Claiming His Prize (Bad Boy Alphas) (Feral Breed Followings Book 2) by Ellis Leigh Page B
Authors: Ellis Leigh
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needed. Something that would make him run.
Saern growled and threw a metal tray across the room. “Answer me, human.”
I managed to slide a few more inches. “No part of me is yours.”
“Ja-ane,” he said in a singsong way, the warning clear in his voice.
But I was done cowering for him. I was done thinking I had no choice. I was simply done. “You can’t claim someone who’s chosen someone else.”
Saern chuckled. “Of course I can.”
My hand touched the bottom of the cabinet as he finished his sentence. I had one second of relief, one moment of thinking I might get out of this. But then Saern smiled, and my blood turned to ice.
“I’ll show you.”
His teeth in my neck made the blackness roll over me like a tide, and I fell to my side underneath the weight of him, convulsing and screaming as a burn unlike anything I’d ever experienced spread through my body.
Eleven
Piers
I fought against the hold the trainers had on me. I may have needed to wait for one hundred and fifty-six more seconds before I chased Jane down, but that didn’t mean I had to put up with them touching me. Besides, my dragon was ready to explode out of me, and men clutching to keep me contained wasn’t going to help that situation. I could feel the danger in the air, sense it almost like something physical and solid. Jane shouldn’t have gone anywhere without me. I should have just killed Mick and gone for the throat of this Midnight-Saern dragon. Not being at her side was wrong—so very wrong—and every second I waited out my promise to her made my rage intensify.
“Relax, Tidal.” Mick leaned against the side of the ring and watched me with disdain. “Doctor Jane’s been visiting with Saern in his cave for weeks. She knows exactly how to handle him.”
The innuendo laced through his voice stabbed a place deep inside me, one that had my dragon thrashing to break free. To rescue his mate.
“One hundred and forty-six seconds left,” I said, a definite growl to my voice.
Mick just smirked. “Perhaps she wants to be with Saern. Have you thought about that?”
“One hundred and thirty-nine.” I brushed past the trainers and paced the edge of the ring, still counting. I knew Jane, and I’d seen her with Saern. She was afraid of him. He could claim her as his mate, but she wasn’t a willing participant in that. I’d never let someone take her without her consent. Even if she were just Doc Jane and not my Jane, I’d have fought for her for no reason other than it was the right thing to do. Mick couldn’t beat Saern; no wolf shifter could. Not without knowing our secrets. They were playing with fire—literally—and I wasn’t about to let Jane be their collateral damage.
“Sit down, son,” Mick barked. Laudon grabbed my arm and jumped in front of me, his eyes pleading. But there was no swaying me. Jane needed help, and I was done fucking around.
One hundred seconds too long.
“For your sake, let me go. I don’t want to injure you,” I hissed, showing him the modicum of respect he’d earned. Laudon watched me for a long moment, weighing his options, then let me go and took a step away. That was all the space I needed. I hopped past two trainers with ease, kicking a third in the knee when he tried to keep me from getting to the edge. One of Mick’s goons raced toward me just as I reached the ropes, but Beadan rushed into the ring and caught him around the neck, tossing him to the floor with ease.
“Go get her,” Beadan said, looking fierce and ready to back me up. I nodded once, worry becoming a heavy blanket around my shoulders. The need to blast through the crowd of wolf shifters between Jane and me growing with every passing second.
Eighty-five seconds too long.
And then there was Mick. “I said sit, reptile.”
I jerked to a stop, my eyes locked on Mick’s. The formation of scales along my hairline and my hands tickled, but I welcomed them. I welcomed my dragon this time.
“I’m not your
Saern growled and threw a metal tray across the room. “Answer me, human.”
I managed to slide a few more inches. “No part of me is yours.”
“Ja-ane,” he said in a singsong way, the warning clear in his voice.
But I was done cowering for him. I was done thinking I had no choice. I was simply done. “You can’t claim someone who’s chosen someone else.”
Saern chuckled. “Of course I can.”
My hand touched the bottom of the cabinet as he finished his sentence. I had one second of relief, one moment of thinking I might get out of this. But then Saern smiled, and my blood turned to ice.
“I’ll show you.”
His teeth in my neck made the blackness roll over me like a tide, and I fell to my side underneath the weight of him, convulsing and screaming as a burn unlike anything I’d ever experienced spread through my body.
Eleven
Piers
I fought against the hold the trainers had on me. I may have needed to wait for one hundred and fifty-six more seconds before I chased Jane down, but that didn’t mean I had to put up with them touching me. Besides, my dragon was ready to explode out of me, and men clutching to keep me contained wasn’t going to help that situation. I could feel the danger in the air, sense it almost like something physical and solid. Jane shouldn’t have gone anywhere without me. I should have just killed Mick and gone for the throat of this Midnight-Saern dragon. Not being at her side was wrong—so very wrong—and every second I waited out my promise to her made my rage intensify.
“Relax, Tidal.” Mick leaned against the side of the ring and watched me with disdain. “Doctor Jane’s been visiting with Saern in his cave for weeks. She knows exactly how to handle him.”
The innuendo laced through his voice stabbed a place deep inside me, one that had my dragon thrashing to break free. To rescue his mate.
“One hundred and forty-six seconds left,” I said, a definite growl to my voice.
Mick just smirked. “Perhaps she wants to be with Saern. Have you thought about that?”
“One hundred and thirty-nine.” I brushed past the trainers and paced the edge of the ring, still counting. I knew Jane, and I’d seen her with Saern. She was afraid of him. He could claim her as his mate, but she wasn’t a willing participant in that. I’d never let someone take her without her consent. Even if she were just Doc Jane and not my Jane, I’d have fought for her for no reason other than it was the right thing to do. Mick couldn’t beat Saern; no wolf shifter could. Not without knowing our secrets. They were playing with fire—literally—and I wasn’t about to let Jane be their collateral damage.
“Sit down, son,” Mick barked. Laudon grabbed my arm and jumped in front of me, his eyes pleading. But there was no swaying me. Jane needed help, and I was done fucking around.
One hundred seconds too long.
“For your sake, let me go. I don’t want to injure you,” I hissed, showing him the modicum of respect he’d earned. Laudon watched me for a long moment, weighing his options, then let me go and took a step away. That was all the space I needed. I hopped past two trainers with ease, kicking a third in the knee when he tried to keep me from getting to the edge. One of Mick’s goons raced toward me just as I reached the ropes, but Beadan rushed into the ring and caught him around the neck, tossing him to the floor with ease.
“Go get her,” Beadan said, looking fierce and ready to back me up. I nodded once, worry becoming a heavy blanket around my shoulders. The need to blast through the crowd of wolf shifters between Jane and me growing with every passing second.
Eighty-five seconds too long.
And then there was Mick. “I said sit, reptile.”
I jerked to a stop, my eyes locked on Mick’s. The formation of scales along my hairline and my hands tickled, but I welcomed them. I welcomed my dragon this time.
“I’m not your
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