Mated to the Moon (Portal City Protectors Book 6), Georgette Clair [best classic books to read .TXT] 📗

Dios, but the woman was spectacular. All long legs, dark hair pelting the small of her back, and deep-indigo eyes that swallowed a man whole. Those pert breasts were made to be worshiped, that mouth a thing for silken sheets and hot nights, and her hips a place he wanted to explore.

But the fear she wore like a shield—the same fear that wrapped around her shoulders and pinched tightly around her neck—had a stranglehold on who he saw she could be. Her eyes didn’t snap with power, but instead permission and trepidation. She didn’t claim the room and demand attention, but rather slunk in, hiding in the darkened corners where no one could find her. Adonis had, though, and he’d enjoy ripping her from that shell and pounding it into so many pieces she’d never find her way back in.

It was his way, and he wouldn’t be denied.

He stalked after Raphael, leaving his massive, dark-paneled office with soundproof walls and bolted-down furniture. He never knew when he’d have to utterly destroy someone in his space, and it was better for him not to have to sit a passed-out hunk of flesh back up when the chair fell over.

Wolves moved through the halls, quiet and watchful, going about making sure shipments were ready, the woman who performed were practicing, and their other … businesses moved smoothly. It was a well-oiled operation Adonis didn’t have to interfere with often.

He slid around the corner, stopping when he saw one of his soldiers who was newer to the organization. The younger man crowded Starlett, the headline dancer at Hipnotizada, the pack’s largest casino. She swallowed, eyes wild with fear as she curled her red nails into her palms.

“You didn’t come to my room last night, Star. You know how I don’t like being disobeyed.”

Adonis sucked in an angry breath. Fuck. No.

They were vile, violent, and destructive men, sure, but what he didn’t allow—what he’d never allow—was one of his men abusing the women. Ever. They were to be protected at all times, played with if they wanted to be played with, but otherwise left alone.

They all knew about Adonis’s mother, the way she’d had to live, and Adonis never wanted to see a fucking woman like that again.

“Diego, stop. I’m not yours.”

The fucker had the balls to wrap his fingers around her throat and clench, turning her skin alabaster white. “Don’t you ever say that again. I’ll bend you over right here and show you. You’re a puta, made to live on cocks, and right now the only cock you belong on is mine.”

Adonis stalked up behind Diego. The fool didn’t even have the decency to realize his Alpha was there. Stupid move. But Starlett did. Her eyes brightened for a moment, but Adonis shook his head, silently signaling he didn’t want Diego alerted.

“Now,” the man who was about to die growled in her face, “suck me off and maybe I’ll forgive you.”

“Oh now, soldado, I wouldn’t let you leave this life so blissfully,” the Alpha said menacingly.

Diego froze, but it was too late. Adonis grabbed him by the throat and yanked him away from Starlett. She coughed, rubbing the already bruised flesh of her throat.

“Do you want to watch, carina?”

Adonis always gave them a choice, a chance to see their abusers at their feet. Then they’d walk away.

Starlett nodded, and Adonis kept his eyes on her as he lifted Diego into the air and squeezed. They never broke eye contact as Diego thrashed, kicking and punching to get released. He couldn’t get away; it was useless to try. Adonis was his Alpha, and he pushed out the power, the Alpha call, to let Diego know exactly who he’d angered.

“An eye for an eye, puta.”

Starlett stood taller at that, pride swelling in her eyes.

“You only belong to yourself. Remember that.” Adonis slammed Diego to the floor and dispassionately watched the life fade from his eyes. Slowly, he raised his gaze to the redhead. “You don’t have to perform tonight. You have a week off.”

Starlett shook her head, the red hair she’d been name for blazing around her shoulders. “I can cover this up. Thank you,” she whispered.

“Always.”

She walked away, head held high, and Adonis watched her. She was graceful, a dancer her entire life, only to be ripped away when the Federal Bureau of Magical Containment found out she was a wolf and put her in a portal city. In return for her performing at the casino, Adonis gave her protection and a home.

That’s what Diego had tried to play with and why he was nothing more than a thought now.

Adonis pressed the mic on his ear to send a call to his men. “I need a body removed in the Alpha Hall. See to it. Oh, and make sure I don’t have to show what I meant when I said the women are not to be touched when they don’t want to be. I’ve had enough.”

There were calls back of “affirmative” and agreements, but Adonis was already heading toward the door. He had his own woman to collect. He enjoyed the new contraptions Encantado used for everyone to stay in contact. They had their own frequencies for their individual groups, but a quick switch allowed them to talk to everyone if warning of an attack had to be sent out.

It was better than having to stretch his Alpha call to his pack.

“The car is ready, Alpha.”

Adonis chuckled at Raphael’s clipped reply. Had it already been ten minutes? He met him at the door, the sleek Rolls waiting with the back door open for Adonis to climb in. He did so without a word, and Raphael got behind the wheel. Normally, he road with Adonis and someone else drove, but today, Adonis wanted to have the back area free for he and his