Shifters Gone Alpha by Michele Bardsley, Sydney Addae, Sedona Venez, Ellis Leigh, Julia Mills, Renee George, Skye Jones, Brandy Walker, Lisa Carlisle, Solease M Barner, Cristina Rayne, Lynn Tyler Page B
Authors: Michele Bardsley, Sydney Addae, Sedona Venez, Ellis Leigh, Julia Mills, Renee George, Skye Jones, Brandy Walker, Lisa Carlisle, Solease M Barner, Cristina Rayne, Lynn Tyler
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The knife twisted, pressing tighter against her throat the more distracted he became. Her airway was slowly being cut off from the pressure. Pain unlike anything she’d felt before radiated through her. Tears pricked her eyes and bile rose higher in her throat. She wished for death but wasn’t sure it would be swift enough.
CHAPTER THREE
Malcolm Turner lost track of Selena. Panic infused his tiny frame. Something was wrong.
One minute he was following the sweet citrusy scent he’d associated with her, the next, the foul smell of desperation and cruelty invaded his keen senses. The two smells overlapped, and he knew his kind beauty was in trouble.
On quiet feet, Malcolm raced after the toxic scent, tracking it to the alley a block from where Selena lived. Slinking between the boxes and trash littering the way, he caught sight of her halfway down the alley, tucked away in the shadows. A man held a knife to her throat, mumbling incoherently under his breath. Every few seconds a deep frenzied laugh escaped.
Anger like he’d never felt before coursed through Malcolm’s tiny cat frame. It took all of his strength to kept from shifting and ripping the man to shreds. Fear of the stranger hurting Selena because of Malcolm’s reckless actions the only thing stopping him. He needed to distract the man first. Force his attention elsewhere.
Padding over to them, Malcolm wound around Selena’s legs making his presence known, as well as getting a feel for her state of mind. A whimper escaped her mouth, her distress palpable. The man paid no attention to him, his focus solely on Selena.
Malcolm circled again, this time stopping behind the man. Rising on his back legs he sank his front claws into the man’s calves through his flimsy pants, digging them in before ripping down.
The man yowled in pain, swinging his free hand at Malcolm before shaking him off with a vicious kick. “Goddamn cat,” he screeched. His boot shot out, missing Malcolm by an inch.
Backing away from them, Malcolm waited until the man’s attention was back on Selena. Shifting into a large human-sized cat, standing on his hind legs, he moved to the side of them. Easily topping the man’s six-foot frame by a few inches. Malcolm reached out with his paw, tapping the man on his shoulder.
The man growled, then looked Malcolm’s way. Malcolm took great satisfaction in watching the blood drain from his face, his eyes bugged out, and his mouth flapped open and closed like a dying fish. Fear raced across his ashen face.
Malcolm shot a look at a shocked Selena, then back to the revolting piece of human flesh molesting the woman meant to be his. “Meow,” he said in a very human voice.
The knife clattered to the ground as the man took a giant step back, letting go of Selena in the process. “What the fuck?” He shook his head from side to side; panic and disbelief clear on his face.
Stalking toward him, Malcolm shifted again. Turning into yet another of his many forms: a man with large black-feathered wings. Flexing them, he stirred the air, feeling the freedom and power the form brought. He was rare for his kind, a man instead of a woman. His people considered him a gift from the Gods for their many years of service. Malcolm knew differently. His existence was for only one reason—to be the guide, the familiar, and consort of Selena, the last of the Supreme Witches. She didn’t know it now, but she was destined to help save the supernatural beings of the world in the future and he would be by her side every step of the way. Caring for her. Loving her.
Flexing his wings again, the man shrank back in fear.
Malcolm grinned in sick satisfaction at seeing the man’s cowering form. Malcolm was a bringer of death. A bad omen to some; and only good to those who deserved it. He conversed with demons and angels. And this man was going to meet his destiny. There was a place in the seven rings of Hell waiting for him.
Pinning him in place with
The knife twisted, pressing tighter against her throat the more distracted he became. Her airway was slowly being cut off from the pressure. Pain unlike anything she’d felt before radiated through her. Tears pricked her eyes and bile rose higher in her throat. She wished for death but wasn’t sure it would be swift enough.
CHAPTER THREE
Malcolm Turner lost track of Selena. Panic infused his tiny frame. Something was wrong.
One minute he was following the sweet citrusy scent he’d associated with her, the next, the foul smell of desperation and cruelty invaded his keen senses. The two smells overlapped, and he knew his kind beauty was in trouble.
On quiet feet, Malcolm raced after the toxic scent, tracking it to the alley a block from where Selena lived. Slinking between the boxes and trash littering the way, he caught sight of her halfway down the alley, tucked away in the shadows. A man held a knife to her throat, mumbling incoherently under his breath. Every few seconds a deep frenzied laugh escaped.
Anger like he’d never felt before coursed through Malcolm’s tiny cat frame. It took all of his strength to kept from shifting and ripping the man to shreds. Fear of the stranger hurting Selena because of Malcolm’s reckless actions the only thing stopping him. He needed to distract the man first. Force his attention elsewhere.
Padding over to them, Malcolm wound around Selena’s legs making his presence known, as well as getting a feel for her state of mind. A whimper escaped her mouth, her distress palpable. The man paid no attention to him, his focus solely on Selena.
Malcolm circled again, this time stopping behind the man. Rising on his back legs he sank his front claws into the man’s calves through his flimsy pants, digging them in before ripping down.
The man yowled in pain, swinging his free hand at Malcolm before shaking him off with a vicious kick. “Goddamn cat,” he screeched. His boot shot out, missing Malcolm by an inch.
Backing away from them, Malcolm waited until the man’s attention was back on Selena. Shifting into a large human-sized cat, standing on his hind legs, he moved to the side of them. Easily topping the man’s six-foot frame by a few inches. Malcolm reached out with his paw, tapping the man on his shoulder.
The man growled, then looked Malcolm’s way. Malcolm took great satisfaction in watching the blood drain from his face, his eyes bugged out, and his mouth flapped open and closed like a dying fish. Fear raced across his ashen face.
Malcolm shot a look at a shocked Selena, then back to the revolting piece of human flesh molesting the woman meant to be his. “Meow,” he said in a very human voice.
The knife clattered to the ground as the man took a giant step back, letting go of Selena in the process. “What the fuck?” He shook his head from side to side; panic and disbelief clear on his face.
Stalking toward him, Malcolm shifted again. Turning into yet another of his many forms: a man with large black-feathered wings. Flexing them, he stirred the air, feeling the freedom and power the form brought. He was rare for his kind, a man instead of a woman. His people considered him a gift from the Gods for their many years of service. Malcolm knew differently. His existence was for only one reason—to be the guide, the familiar, and consort of Selena, the last of the Supreme Witches. She didn’t know it now, but she was destined to help save the supernatural beings of the world in the future and he would be by her side every step of the way. Caring for her. Loving her.
Flexing his wings again, the man shrank back in fear.
Malcolm grinned in sick satisfaction at seeing the man’s cowering form. Malcolm was a bringer of death. A bad omen to some; and only good to those who deserved it. He conversed with demons and angels. And this man was going to meet his destiny. There was a place in the seven rings of Hell waiting for him.
Pinning him in place with
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