Vampire (Alpha Claim 7-Final Enforcement): New Adult Paranormal Romance (Vampire Alpha Claim)

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by Marata Eros


  They circled each other cautiously.

  Jeb knew Jasper had no friends within the trainees circle. However, she'd moved almost compulsively to help Calvin.

  While every other recruit had observed another being cut down unfairly, Jasper had acted.

  And she would pay.

  Principle, this will not end well.

  Jeb’s guts churned. He wasn't easily affected by fights and blood, but as they said on Sector Three: this was wrong on a hundred different levels.

  Jasper backed up, neatly outside of Ryan's long reach, which was easily twice her own. She appeared to be following her training, relying on a drumbeat that was part of every Reflective's internal clock.

  It wasn't enough, though. Ryan caught Jasper before she had a chance to block his assault. He nailed her gut in a sucker punch then landed a subsequent fist into her jaw.

  Beth was already moving evasively, thank Principle, or she would have been out and at his mercy.

  Ryan showed no mercy.

  Jasper fell in a spinning backward arc, landing with her palms splayed behind her to arrest her fall. Blood from her cut lip splattered the mat.

  Ryan stalked toward her, hatred leaking from his every pore. Their final match played out in a sick parody. Unforgiving eyes watched Jasper from every corner of the mat.

  Rachett's tense voice rumbled from a distance, “Get the fuck up, Jasper.”

  Jeb's felt his face tighten into a scowl, though Rachett had been just as tough when Jeb was a recruit.

  Jasper swung her head back and forth as though clearing it.

  Blood from the blow she'd taken fell like scarlet rain.

  Ryan smiled, his hands curling into abusive fists of presumed victory. He spoke quietly so only Jasper heard, though Jeb leaned forward to try to catch his words, as did everyone else.

  The roar of the crowd made it impossible.

  “This ends here, Jasper.”

  A cruel smile overtook his face. “The Reflective doesn't have room for mongrel females.”

  Jeb's eyes sharpened on her utter stillness.

  Her form began to waver, shimmering on top of the bloody mat.

  Jeb squinted at her, thinking maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him.

  The noise of the crowd was disorientating.

  Ryan flicked the switchblade as smoothly as he’d been trained to do. Training blades were all ceramic.

  Jasper wore the scars to attest to that, but reflective blades could still be had on the black market for the right price.

  Looks like Ryan paid.

  Jeb watched the shining metal, his innate ability instantly online around a reflection, and his talent hummed with want. His eyes met Kennet's, and all eyes went to Rachett, wondering what he would do to Ryan for producing an illegal weapon.

  The blade’s mirrored surface shimmered in the low lights that bathed the interior of the coliseum.

  Holy fuck.

  Jeb began to push through the people. The situation was going to get ugly.

  No, check that—gruesome.

  Ryan planned to murder Beth Jasper; maybe he always had.

  Jeb could let an inductee take licks, abuse, and unfairness. But one Reflective would not kill another on his watch.

  Why, for the love of the Principle, has Rachett not interfered?

  “Hey!” a man protested as Jeb pushed him aside.

  Then he saw Jeb's uniform and silently moved, as did everyone else in his path.

  The crowd parted like the Earth's fabled Red Sea parting; Reflectives had that effect.

  Jeb grabbed the ropes around the perimeter, hesitating as Rachett bellowed too late, “No blades!”

  His voice carried a note of high-keening fear.

  Jeb swung to face his Commander.

  He had never seen or heard fear from Rachett. When all inequalities of the fight had been dismissed—Ryan's size against Beth and her gender—he’d finally taken notice when an illegal weapon was produced.

  It was beyond bizarre. None of it made sense.

  Jeb saw the whites of Jasper's eyes. The inky tail of her braid was wet with her blood. Ryan’s blade swung so close to her face that its breeze lifted wisps of her hair. She crab walked backward in an awkward scuttle of escape.

  Ryan braced himself as his commander screamed for Ryan to stop, but he ignored the directive.

  Rachett stepped forward too late to stop his best inductee from gutting another recruit as a justified elimination tactic and grabbed Ryan's arm.

  But the knife was gone.

  It was already singing through the air in an expert trajectory aimed at Beth.

  The blade spun in the combustible silence of the coliseum as the crowd held a collective breath.

  Jeb strode toward Jasper, but she seemed unaware as her dark eyes tracked the knife.

  Jeb’s eye's hadn't lied. One moment, she was solid. The next, she became opaque.

  Then she was gone.

  Jeb had seen many jumps, but never a female's—and never into something so small. The crowd watched as a glittering rope of iridescent white, like a pearl with a rainbow wash, slammed into the blade.

  Jasper's body disappeared then reappeared in the thin reflective ribbon of the jump as it collided with the metal, as she’d meant to.

  When the knife landed in the mat, its tip sank deep into the soft surface with a twang.

  The silence was deafening.

  Beth Jasper had vanished. Only her blood remained as grim testimony to her presence moments before.

  Rachett fisted Ryan's tunic, jerking him close.

  “You dumb fuck,” he began with the quiet menace he was known for. “All you had to accomplish was keeping weapons out of it. You could have pummeled her into the mat in a fair spar.”

  His eyes pegged Ryan's in blatant disgust.

  “Now”—his flat eyes locked with Ryan's—“she's jumped. She won because you couldn't contain your shit.”

  Jeb's eyes connected with Kennet, who was across the ring from where he stood, and the other man was just as stunned. Jeb glanced at the blade embedded in the mat and shook his head in disbelief.

  “There's no way!” one of the Reflective recruits said quietly. “That's a six-inch surface. She's a half-breed… nobody can jump that.” He scoffed.

  But somebody had. Beth Jasper, female, half-breed… had just shown her hand.

  It looked like aces high.

  The crowd began to disperse, their eyes roving for the missing Reflective female who had just made history.

  There would be no jeering in her future, only jealousy.

  Rachett reiterated what they'd always known, though a few had chosen to ignore.

  “The Principle chooses who it will. There is no logic. That's why when we have an opponent. We do not underestimate their skills. Let this be a lesson to all who fight,” Rachett expounded, spinning in a slow, deliberate circle, his eyes falling on the inductee recruits, the Reflectives, and the lesser audience who remained.

  “Be ready,” he finished, landing a final, leaden glance on Ryan before he stalked out of the coliseum. Guards moved up beside Ryan. His infraction would land him on Sector One, for certain. No Reflective wished to jump there.

  This was an epic clusterfuck if there has ever been one.

  Jeb groaned.

  As the recruits filtered out, Ryan's defiant gaze challenged all who dared look his way as he was cuffed with non-reflective cuffs. One of the guards jerked the blade out of the mat, giving Ryan narrow eyes.

  Jeb's gaze squared off with Ryan until he dropped his gaze and the guards escorted him out.

  Jeb stared after Ryan’s back. He ran a frustrated hand through his cropped hair.

  He knew what this disturbing mess meant for him. Jeb would be tasked with locating Jasper. His primary task was retrieval. He was meant to be reassigned momentarily.

  However, it seemed that it would take longer than a moment.

  The crowd thinned, and Jeb stared at the drying b
lood on the mat, the comments of those around him the same.

  Awe mixed with fear was a bad combination. It could be a recipe for many things. When Beth returned, what reception would she find waiting?

  He knew the people would forget Ryan’s transgressions against her. All they would remember was her jump.

  He would never forget it.

  Jeb lifted his head at a small noise. Daphne, a beautiful Reflective, came toward him, her hips swaying so he would notice. And he did.

  But even as her lush body moved toward him like water finding a crack in a stone, his mind was on another female, the newest member of The Cause: Beth Jasper, a jumper without compare—and his new partner.

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  Tamara Rose Blodgett: happily married mother of four sons. Dark fiction writer. Reader. Gardner. Dreamer. Home restoration slave. Coffee addict. Bead Slut. Digs music.

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