Alpha Rogue 3 (BBW Paranormal Wolf Shifter Romance) Read Free Page A

hurried.
    “We have to get out of here,” Josh says, standing from his seat. “Now.”
    I stand and follow Josh, walking quickly away from the direction the men are coming from. I glance up at the ring and see Hawes and Legrand throwing punches at each other, desperation rising in me since I cant keep my focus on the fight, but instead am confronted with the fact that all of us are in danger right now.
    Don’t give up Hawes, please.

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    Hawes
    T his guy just won’t quit. He’s like a machine. A terrible, soulless killing machine made to make my life a living nightmare right now.
    “I hate you, Legrand. Just putting that out there,” I tell the machine. It gives no response.
    This feels like it’s been going on forever, though it has probably only been a minute or two. Normally a bell would have sounded marking the end of the round, but there’s none. Their ring, their rules I guess.
    The guy is freakin’ tireless. Every time I try to find a hole, he has already covered it and is smacking me with upside the head with the shovel he used to cover it. Figuratively speaking.
    I shake my head. Focus, Hawthorne. This isn’t a joke.
    I’ve been in tough pickles before, but nothing like this. Legrand really lives up to his name. It feels like no matter how hard I give, I get it back twofold. I can feel my body running down, my muscles starting to give here and there. My natural regeneration helps, but it can’t heal faster than Legrand can dish out the pain.
    There’s only one option. Win, and win soon.
    I throw several jabs, hoping to find some opening. Anything. Legrand just dodges and blocks, then returns a powerful hook which I’m able to catch with my arm, preventing it from connecting with my face and breaking my jaw, but it still hurts. Bad.
    Legrand follows up with two roundhouses, each one I narrowly avoid with my unique reflexes. But while my attention is on his bullet-fast feet near my face, I miss a back kick he ends the succession of kicks with. I sidestep, but his heel still caches me on my side, and it hurts like hell. It must be where he got his name from. He spins and slices like a chainsaw.
    “Face it, you’ve lost. Just give up, Hawes,” Legrand says. His voice is low and direct. It sounds educated, but in the kind of way that makes your hair stand on end. It’s unsettling.
    “Oh, so it speaks?” I reply sarcastically, my hand on my side, trying to ease the pain of the blow my poor oblique just took.
    “You can be as sarcastic as you want. But by my predictions, you only have about ninety seconds left in the ring before I break your arm. After which I’ll then break your skull.”
    “Ha ha ha. Yeah I get it. You’re the evilest, biggest bad wolf of all. I’m shaking in my boots.” I lunge at him with my palm. I know he’ll probably deflect it, but hey, I could get lucky.
    He sweeps my hand to the side, and his fist connects with my nose. Damn, that hurts. Probably not broken, but I can feel blood running down my face now.
    “You have an odd way of coping with facing your imminent death.” He stares at me, arms posed and positioned to attack at a moment’s notice. “Shall we raise the stakes, then?” he turns and looks at the audience for a short moment, and looks back at me. I swear he smiles, but it’s such a small expression that I barely catch it. Or my vision is getting blurry. Maybe both.
    Oh, hell. Rose.
    I look down at where I last saw her sitting, and she’s not there. But in the aisle, not far from her chair, I see two figures walking hurriedly toward a small exit door. One is probably Josh, the other has to be Rose. Not far behind them, nearly on their heels, are at least a dozen men following them.
    “What the hell is going on?” I reply, trying to keep my cool.
    “Don’t you see? You’ve all walked willingly into my trap,” he says, voice low and without affect.
    “What do those two have anything to do with this?”
    “Well, aside from being Tribunal lackeys