Alpha Trio: Vol. 1 - Cats & Dogs Read Free

and moved aside. He wasn’t Grigore. Damsels weren’t his thing.
     
    Her shoulders relaxed the tiniest bit. She reached for the door handle, her full lips curving up into a small smile. “Tha--”
     
    Em put one hand back on the door, sliding his body in between her and it. This close to her, he could hear her heartbeat, smell the very faint traces of the soap she’d used that morning. He could feel the heat radiating off her smooth, creamy skin. Cat’s smile fell away immediately.
     
    “I can help, you know. I’m not a cop, but... I can help, trust me. Just tell me what happened.” He was going to let her go, but there was something. Something he couldn’t put his finger on. Her resistance to telling him only made him want to know more.
     
    Her eyes locked with his, as if she was trying to read something there. She was trying to  decide whether or not to trust him. Either way, she was probably in trouble. She bit the pillowy curve of her lower lip. “You wouldn’t believe me,” she murmured. “I don’t even...” She shook her head.
     
    The nerves all along his spine tingled. Em shifted his weight, feeling the prickle of fur beneath his skin. He bit back the growl that jumped to his throat.
     
    “Try me.”
     
    She must have seen something in his face. Her mouth firmed. “The man... the one who chased me...” She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and met his eyes. “I think he was a vampire.”
     
    ***
     
    Cat tugged against his grip as he dragged her through the club, her heels skidding on the floor. After stumbling a few steps she kicked the shoes off in exasperation. She tried to stop and retrieve them, but Em kept moving through the pulsing crowd.
     
    “What are you... listen... mister... Will you wait ?”
     
    “Emilian.” He tossed his name back over his shoulder as he finally reached the rope for the VIP area. He vaulted it neatly, spun and scooped her up into his arms. He didn’t have time for niceties. 
     
    She slapped at his chest. “Put me down! Psycho. What the hell?”
     
    “Emilian,” he repeated.
     
    “What are babbling about?” Cat squirmed against his chest halfheartedly.
     
    “My name. Is Emilian.”
     
    She opened her mouth to respond but Drei’s muttered, “Oh, what the fuck?” cut her off.
     
    “Drei, Grig. Got a problem.” He jerked his head in the direction of the door. Neither of his brothers needed further explanation, thank god. Drei drained his beer in one gulp and got swiftly to his feet. Grig shrugged apologetically at Tanya and slid out of the booth as well.
     
    “What’s with the skirt?” Drei’s mouth thinned to a hard line. His eyes moved quickly through the crowd.
     
    Em gritted his teeth. “She’s got a tail.”
     
    “ She’s got a name. And two perfectly good legs!” Cat thumped him on the shoulder.
     
    Grig was watching behind them, making sure no one was following them through the club. His nostrils flared. “More than one.”
     
    “Shit.” Em tightened his arms around Cat. Drei moved in front of him, strong arming people out of the way to make a wide path to the door. There were quite a few curses and exclamations, but no one was stupid enough to challenge the three big, dark men as they barreled through the crowd.
     
    “She’s bleeding,” Drei spat without looking over his shoulder. “The smell’s like a fucking homing device.”
     
    “It’s just a scratch!” Cat protested. It was just a skinned knee. And yet, to a vampire who had her scent, it was as good as a beacon. Just like Drei said. He needed to get her away from her, fast. If there was a group of vamps and they fell into a frenzy... Well, there was no way just the three of them could hold them off.
     
    A burst of impatience clogged Emilian’s throat. They’d made it all the way to the club door, but a snarl of people held them up. Urgency pumped through his veins with every beat of his heart. He needed to get out of the stuffy, confined