Lycan Contempt, S. Yule [important books to read txt] 📗

possible that she could be the one he’d waited for his entire life, the one that looked at him and saw him not a bunch of scars?

“Do you know where your sister is?”

“No. But if we contain those two rogues, I’m sure we can come up with some creative ways to make at least one of them squeal. I’m fairly certain that they are the only two involved in this fucking charade, but I can’t be one hundred percent sure. If there are more, we can’t risk letting one of them get away to raise a warning. They want Georgia. They’l be pissed when they figure out they aren’t getting her. They wil kil Krista if they make it back to her.”

“Won’t happen. But I might just kil you when this is al over with.”

“I wouldn’t blame you,” Brady muttered.

“If you fucking double-cross me—”

“I won’t. I know that doesn’t mean much at the moment, but I won’t.”

Kish looked down at Brady’s injured leg and frowned.

“Yeah. I’m an asshole, but I was scared they’d kil Krista. I was injured. Just not as bad as I let on.”

“I’l deal with you after this. But right now, here’s how this is going to go down.” Kish explained his plan to Brady, and Brady nodded in agreement.

“Let’s go kick some ass.”

“Don’t mind if we do.”

Kish walked into the clearing and stood about thirty feet from the rogue. The silver fur of the wolf was matted with blood on the side to make a good show of the fake injury. Kish stuck to the plan and went closer, playing right into their hands. Or so they thought. When he reached the silver rogue, he bent to get a closer look.

“What the fuck happened to you?” He reached out, knowing ful wel what would happen next, knowing that the pain was going to piss him off more than he already was, but he did it nonetheless. If for some reason Brady fucked with him again, he was confident he could take al three of them if it came to it. He was sure Brady was aware of that fact as wel, which brought him some measure of comfort that the man was not going to double-cross him, or would it be triple-cross him?

Just before he touched the silver fur, the rogue leapt up and clamped onto his arm. He screamed out in fury and pain. This little fucker was going to get a serious ass-kicking as soon as his sidekick was under control. He could have easily tossed the weaker rogue aside, but he put on a show of struggle to lure the other rogue in with a false sense of confidence.

He didn’t want the asshole to run, didn’t want to risk him getting away. Smal risk it was, but stil a risk.

Within moments, the other rogue came into the clearing just as planned. This rogue was stil in human form. A smug smile lifted the corner of his lips, and Kish couldn’t wait to see that smugness turn to pain.

They took Brady’s sister and wanted Georgia in trade? Yeah. He was going to kil them both. He wondered if Brady truly understood the nature of rogues. Obviously not, for if he did, he’d realize there was little chance that the rogues would have kept to their end of the bargain.

There was even lesser of a chance that when they found Krista, she’d be unscathed. Rogues were notorious abusers of women, and Kish hoped that they hadn’t had time to do much damage to Brady’s sister since they’d captured her.

Kish let the silver wolf take him to the ground and maintain the ilusion that he had overpowered him. He panted heavily as if in distress. Distress was the furthest thing on his mind. He counted the seconds until he could take his anger out on the little prick standing over him. That opportunity came only moments later when Brady stepped up behind the other rogue and put him in a choke hold.

An instant later, Kish had the silver wolf by the neck. The wolf struggled and yelped in fear. He warred with himself about kiling the rogue. Maybe he could be saved. Maybe he should render him unconscious and send him to Sanctuary, but then he shifted to human form. He tightened the choke hold to accommodate the smaler human neck, and the rogue lashed out over and over.

“I’m going to fucking take my time with that little bitch of yours when I get my hands on her. I’m going to ride her until she’s broken.” The rogue spit the hateful words at him.

He gave him a good smack to the head and puled him up to face him. “Do you have any idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, pup?”

Kish barely noticed the struggle going on between Brady and the other rogue, knowing Brady would never let the rogue escape with his sister at stake. He watched the change of emotions flicker over the pup’s face. Anger, hatred, realization, fear. He didn’t miss the way the pup’s eyes widened when he finaly realized Kish was partialy changed, when he finaly realized exactly how fucked he was.

“Yeah. You’re fuckity fuck fucked. Too bad you didn’t realize who you were messing with before you put this pathetic attempt at a trade in motion.”

“Your rules mean nothing to us. They are ridiculous.”

“They aren’t just my rules.” Kish gave the pup a good shake. “They are lycan rules. And lycan rules say you are supposed to protect our women, not hurt them. You are a lycan. Whether you like it or not, those rules apply to you.”

“I don’t go by your rules,” the pup sneered.

“You have two choices, son. Reformation at Sanctuary or die.”

“I wil never folow your rules. And I wil do as I please to any woman I find. It’s my right as a predator. Al humans should fear us. We are superior to them. Especialy women.”

The pup bit down hard on Kish’s hand and caught him off