by Lara Adrian
“Oh, my God,” Alex murmured. “Did you and Skeeter have some kind of arrangement, Zach?”
That defensive gaze narrowed even further now. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Alex stood up, feeling some of her horror from everything that had happened today begin to melt under the heat of her outrage. “You did, didn’t you? All your trips to Anchorage and Fairbanks. Is that where you picked up supplies for him? What kind of commission did you skim off the top of his drug deals, or off the backs of the Native kids who threw their lives away on the alcohol he peddled to them on the side? Good kids, like Teddy Toms.”
Zach’s eyes blazed with anger, but he offered her a sympathetic look. “Is that really what you think of me? You’ve known me for years, Alex.”
“Have I?” She shook her head. “I’m not so sure. I’m not sure of anything anymore.”
“Then let me take care of you,” he said, his voice gentle, but she was hardly convinced. “I’m going to get my coat, and I’m going to take you home so you can get some rest. I think you need it, Alex.” He pressed his lips together and gave her a vague nod. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
As he walked out of the room, Alex stood there, overwhelmed with uncertainty.
Everything in her life had tilted beneath her. She didn’t know whom she could trust now.
Not Kade.
And apparently not Zach, either.
She didn’t think it would be wise to trust him at all now.
Flames and debris shot high into the darkness as the mining company exploded behind him.
Kade threw a glance backward, feeling the push of the expanding heat against his face, heat that turned the snowstorm that swirled around him and the other warriors into a brief, warm spittle of rain. The warmth didn’t last. Frigid cold roared back in, all of it settling in Kade’s chest.
“Alex,” he whispered.
He had to reach her.
Brock shot him a concerned look. “What’s going on?”
Kade rubbed at the icy hurt under his breastbone. “I’m not sure. It’s Alex, and whatever I’m feeling, it’s not good.”
Even though he could tell from his blood bond to her that she wasn’t in mortal danger, every instinct within him screamed for him to go to her. But he had a duty to the Order, and a duty to the warriors he still might have failed by losing sight of the ball on this mission. Dragos’s Alaskan outpost was destroyed, a few more of his assets eliminated, but the Ancient was still at large. The warriors’ mission here would not be complete until that deadly otherworlder was located and contained.
“Shit,” Kade hissed.
This was not good. He couldn’t go another second without talking to Alex at the very least. He had to reassure himself that she was all right. And part of him just needed to hear her voice.
“Call her,” Brock said. When Kade hesitated, wondering why the ice in his chest was crawling up to his throat to taste like dread, Brock gave him a stern look. “Call your female.”
Kade took out his cell phone and walked until he was several yards from the other warriors. He dialed Alex’s number. It rang three times before she answered.
“Alex?” he said into the silence on the other end. At his back, the crackle of flames and the soft hail of falling shrapnel seemed deafening when she was so quiet. “Alex … are you there? Can you hear me?”
“What do you want?” she sounded a bit out of breath, as if she were walking somewhere at a good clip.
“What do I want,” he echoed. “I … are you okay? I know you’re upset. I felt it. I’ve been worried that something happened—”
Her scoff cut him off at the knees. “That’s funny. When I saw you earlier, you didn’t seem to care that I was upset.”
“What?” He gave himself a mental shake, trying to make sense of what she was saying. “What’s going on with you?”
“Did you want me to see you like that? Is that what you meant when you said you were afraid I might hate you one day? Because right now I don’t know what to think.” Her voice was tight with anger, and with hurt. “After what I saw, I don’t know how I feel. Not about you or us or anything.”
“Alex, I don’t have any idea—”
More huffing breaths, her boots crunching in the snow. “What was all that talk about a mission with the Order? Was it all bullshit, Kade? Just a game you played to make me think you were something better than what you are?”
“Alex—”
She sucked in a sob. “My God, was everything between us just a bunch of bullshit, too?”
Kade stalked farther away from the settling destruction behind him and the other warriors who had taken notice of his departure from the group. “Alex, please. Tell me what the hell is going on.”
“I saw you!” she burst out sharply. “I saw you, Kade. In the woods, covered in blood, running with that pack of wolves. I saw what you did to that man.”
“Ah, Christ,” he muttered, comprehension dawning in a smothering wave. “Alex …”
“I saw you,” she whispered now, her voice breaking. “And I know you saw me, because you looked right at me.”
“Alex, it wasn’t me,” he said, his heart sinking. “It was my brother. My twin, Seth.”
“Oh, please.” She scoffed. “How convenient for you to just remember him now. Let me guess, you’re Dr. Jekyll and he’s Mr. Hyde.”
Kade understood her doubt. He understood her anger, and her disdain of him. Her emotion swelled in his own chest, squeezing his heart as though it were caught in a vise. “Alex, you don’t understand. I didn’t want to tell you about Seth because I am ashamed. Of him, of what he’s done. Of myself, too, and the fact that I have not put a stop to his madness before now. I didn’t tell you about him because I thought you would think I was just like him.” He blew out a harsh sigh. “Shit … maybe it was only a matter of time before you realized that I was like him.”
She was silent for a long moment, her footsteps halted. In the background, he could hear Luna’s soft whine. “I’m hanging up now, Kade.”
“Wait. I need to see you. Where are you, Alex?”
“I don’t …” She inhaled a deep breath, blew it out in a rush. “I don’t want to see you. Not right now. Maybe not ever again.”
“Alex, I can’t let you do this. I want to talk to you, in person, not like this.” He closed his eyes, felt some of his hope drifting away. “Tell me where you are. I can be at your house in a few minutes—”
“I’m not at home. After what I saw today, I didn’t know what to do, or where to go. So I went to Zach’s.”
The human police officer. Ah, fuck.
Panic drilled into the center of Kade’s being. “Alex, I know you’re upset and confused, but do not tell him any of this—”
“Too late,” she murmured. “I have to go now, Kade. Stay away from me.”
“Alex, wait. Alex!” The cell phone beeped as the connection ended. She hung up on him. “Goddamn it.”
He tried her back again, but there was no answer. Three rings, four … her voicemail picked up and he hung up.
Tried again. Same result.
“Shit!” Kade roared with anger, frustrated and raw with self-directed fury for what Alex had been through. Trauma he’d had a hand in, and which had likely lost him the one woman he hoped would be at his side for the rest of his life.
When he pivoted around, Tegan was standing there. “That doesn’t sound good.”
Kade gave a vague shake of his head.
“A female, obviously,” Tegan said. “The Breedmate from Harmony?”
Kade held the grim gaze of the Gen One warrior. “I am bonded to her. I love her.”
Tegan, also a mated Breed male, grunted. “There are worse things.”
“Yeah,” Kade agreed. “There are worse things. She thinks I betrayed her. I didn’t, but I wasn’t honest with her, and I let her down. She said she never wants to see me again.”
“Go on,” Tegan said.
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�Alex knows about the Breed,” Kade said. “She knows about the Ancient, too. Shit, she knows everything. And I think she may have told it all to the state trooper stationed in Harmony.”
Tegan didn’t blink. His stare was bleak, calculating. Ruthless. “That would be unfortunate.”
Kade nodded, blew out a curse. “I think it’s too late to stop her. She told me she went to his house today. She’s upset, and scared. I think she might have gone to the human for help.”
“I see.” Tegan’s growl was so deep it was hardly audible. “Then it looks like we’re going to Harmony now. We need to contain the situation. And if need be, we’ll have to contain your female, as well.”
CHAPTER
Twenty-six
Come on, Luna. Let’s go.”
Alex sat on her snowmachine outside Zach’s house and waited for Luna to get situated in front of her on the sled. With her cell phone turned off after the repeated calls from Kade, Alex pocketed it and could only sit there for a moment in the snow-flurried darkness, willing herself to simply breathe in and out.
She couldn’t talk to him anymore. Not now. Her heart felt weak, and even as she’d been telling him to stay away from her, there was a part of her that wanted to let him back in, even though everything around her was in turmoil. Perhaps because of that fact, she still wanted the comfort of Kade’s strength around her.
She still wanted his love.
But she didn’t know if she could trust her feelings right now. Nothing seemed clear. Since meeting Kade, gone was her comfortable black-or-white, good-or-bad world. He had changed everything. He’d opened her eyes, and she could never go back to living as she had been.
She was changed forever, most significantly because no matter how much she wanted to fear him, to hate him for what he was, her heart refused to let him go.
Alex started up her snowmachine. She just needed to get away from everyone so that she had some room to think, and clear her head. She needed safe haven, and could think of only one place to find it now—Jenna’s cabin. In all the upheaval of the past few hours, her plans to check in on her friend had been derailed. If there was one person she could trust right now, Alex knew it was Jenna.
Behind her, the door to Zach’s house banged shut.
“Hey, where are you going?” he called to her, coming down across the yard at a brisk clip. “I said I wanted to take you home, make sure you got there safely. I don’t think you’re in any condition—”
“I don’t want your help, Zach.” Alex turned a hard look on him, disgusted to think she had ever considered him a friend. Worse, that she’d once allowed herself to be intimate with him. If Kade was dangerous because of the Breed blood that flowed in his veins, then Zach was a far more insidious threat for the way he was willing to use innocent people—to corrupt them and ruin lives—for the benefit of his own personal gain. “How much money did you and Skeeter make together over the years? How little value do you place on the people you’ve been sworn to protect and serve, when you’re willing to sell them out like you have?”
Zach glared. “You don’t know what you’re saying, Alex. You’re delusional.”
“Am I?”
“Yes, you are.” He stepped nearer. “I’m concerned you are a danger to yourself.”
“You mean a danger to your livelihood, don’t you?”
He chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “As an officer of the law, I cannot in good conscience let you leave my custody like this, Alex. Now, step off the sled.”
She shook her head and gave the engine some gas. “Fuck you.”
Before she could take off, Zach’s hand went around her wrist. He jerked her arm tight, nearly unbalancing her. Alex glanced down in alarm to see that he had drawn his pistol from the holster belted around his waist.
She gasped in stunned terror, at the very same instant that Luna swiveled her big head around and clamped her jaws onto the arm that held Alex.
Zach hollered a pained cry. His bruising grasp fell away, and Alex, wrapping one arm around her beloved Luna to hold her steady in front of her on the sled, gave the snow-machine a thrust of power that sent it leaping into a fast escape.
She sped through the swirling curtain of snowfall, not daring to look back.
Not even when she heard Zach shout her name, followed by the buzzing whine of another snowmachine as he came after her.
The woman lay prone on the floor of the cabin, unmoving, except for the relaxed rise and fall of her breathing. She was tranced, unaware of the small incision he’d made in her nape a short while ago.
That careful incision now trickled a thin stream of blood as he crouched beside her and brought the edges of her delicate human skin together. He bent over her and licked away the coppery rivulet, then pressed his tongue against the wound and sealed the flesh closed.
His own body was mended, as well. The ultraviolet burns were cooled, his skin no longer festering with blisters and ripe with pain. The gunshot wounds in his thigh and abdomen were knitted tight with new, regenerated flesh. And the thirst that had been his fevered companion since his escape from captivity had, at last, subsided.
Now that his mind was clear, he had the opportunity to reflect, to consider what lay ahead of him.
More running. More hiding, struggling to stay one step ahead of the progeny that sought to either capture or destroy him. More of the same existence he had known since he and his brethren had taken their first step in this inhospitable human world.
He would survive.
But to what end?
While his instinct assured him he was far from defeated, his logic calculated that there was no way for him to ever win. There was no end in sight, only more of the same.
He and the other seven conquerors who crash-landed here so long ago should have been kings among the lesser, human life-forms that inhabited this planet. They might have been kings, if not for the uprising of their half-human sons. If not for the war that had left only him, his survival dependent on the treachery of the son who had secreted him away in a mountain cave.
He shouldn’t have been surprised that treachery awaited him once he’d been awakened.
After his period of hibernation, he had expected the world to be different, laid out like a bounty for him to feast upon. Instead he’d been shackled and starved, weakened by chemicals and technology he’d imagined would have been far out of the grasp of the crude humanity that existed when he last knew it.
Earth had advanced. It was nothing remotely close to the world he had left behind, but enough so that life here for him would forever be a trial. An endless monotony of days and nights, pursuit and retreat.
He wasn’t sure he had the will or the desire.
The woman lying before him was caught in a similar snare. He had witnessed her despair, and he had tasted her defeat in each pulse of her heartbeat as he had taken his nourishment from her. He tasted her loneliness, her hopelessness, and it plucked at something deep inside him.
She, too, was a warrior. He saw it in the few, scattered images in frames within her domicile. This woman in a human warrior’s uniform, carrying weapons and a look of determination in her eyes. That look was not gone, even when she’d been weakened from blood loss and terrified. She was still strong, still a warrior in her heart, but she no longer saw it in herself.
She, too, was lost … alone.
But where she had been prepared to give up in those moments before he intruded on her plans, his advanced genetic makeup would permit no such surrender. He was born a conqueror, born for war. He was the ultimate predator. Whether he desired it or not, his body would resist death to its final gasp … no matter how long it took to get there.
And he was also driven to see his enemies defeated, by whatever means required.
It was that drive that compelled him to take the measure he had a few moments ago with this woman lying unconscious, and wholly unaware, on the floor of the cabin.
Now he moved back from her in grim consideration. I
dly, he brought his left forearm up to his mouth and sealed the small cut he’d made there. His tongue swept over the faint indentation in the muscle beneath his skin as the wound closed up and vanished, as if the incision were never there.
As he got up and stalked to the other side of the room, he heard the approaching roar of gas-powered engines not far from the cabin.
Had they found him so soon?
Whether his pursuers were human or Breed, he couldn’t be sure.
But as he tested the newly regenerated sinew and skin of his arms, he smiled grimly, satisfied that he was prepared to meet any incoming threat.
CHAPTER
Twenty-seven
Alex flew as fast as she dared through the snow and wilderness on the way to Jenna’s cabin. She could still hear Zach behind her, gaining on her. Cutting a hazardous path back and forth, praying she might lose him in the nearly blinding storm, she hoped that the gun he’d pulled on her in town had just been a momentary lapse of good sense on his part.
But she’d seen the dangerous gleam in his gaze. He was furious, and he was desperate to protect his secret. Probably most of all from Jenna. But would he be desperate enough to kill Alex in the process?
The knot of dread that was lodged in her throat said he would.
Alex’s heart was beating like it wanted to leap out of her rib cage by the time she reached Jenna’s property. She skidded into an abrupt halt and killed the engine. Luna jumped off with her and the pair of them started running for the cabin’s front porch.
“Jenna!” she called. “Jenna, it’s me!”
Almost to the steps, Alex heard Zach’s snowmachine grind to a halt behind her. “Don’t take another step, Alex.”
Oh, God.
“Jenna!” she cried. “Are you there?”
There was no answer. No movement of any kind came from inside the cabin.
Behind her, the soft click of the pistol’s hammer.
“Goddamn you, Alex.” Zach’s voice sounded wooden, utterly devoid of emotion. “Why are you making me do this?”