Forbidden Alliance: A Werewolf's Tale (Forbidden Alliance Trilogy) Read Free

to live here. And n ow , because of your clanger, we have to hide out in Washington with werewolves! Suck it up, because we are going to be late for school. ” I glared at the fuming redhead as I exited the parlor.
    “Tanis,” Toran called out, following me, “you need to cut your sister some slack.”
    “I shall do no such thing,” I snarled through clenched teeth. “That spoiled little princess of headache and disaster needs to grow up and get over herself. If you had let me stake her a month ago, as I wanted to, I would be surfing Saint Jean de Luz right now. Not starting high school,” I gagged on the term, “in some out-of-the-way shitehole with a population of less than two-thousand with a werewolf problem.” I fought to keep from cringing when he cocked an eyebrow because of my tone regarding werewolves.
    Thankfully , Toran let it go and shook his head in disappointment. “Georgiana is your blood an d we are a coven, thus we stand by each other regardless of our mistakes. Since her life was in danger in Paris , we all had to make sacrifices in order to protect her, thus protecting the coven. There are many werewolves at the school so I expect you to mind your tongue and do not get into any fights with them or anyone else,” he said, raising a warning eyebrow and I suddenly felt like a young lad . “Keep your temper in check and remember we are guests of the pack. Friday we will break bread with them at a birthday celebration even.”
    I rolled my eyes. “I do not remember agreeing to that.”
    “You do not have a choice, we are all going,” he said in a clipped tone and I nodded once. “You are going to be late. Have fun at school and try not bite anyone,” he teased.
    “Give those words of wisdom to that git sister of mine,” I mumbled under my breath, slamming the front door behind me.
    While I impatiently waited in the car, I laid on the horn, warning the git bitch that I’d leave her arse behind and make her walk in the impending rain. Steffen and Abigail were in the backseat laughing hysterically; they always found amusement in my dis comfort when it pertained to my siblings.
    “Cousin , you need to cut her some slack,” Romeo said, closing the passenger side door behind him. “Remember, there are only three things that women are good for: fighting, biting , and screwing .”
    Steffen laughed so Abigail smacked him in the chest, and I rolled my eyes.
    Romeo’s name didn’t fit the classic perception one might had due to Shakespeare when they hear d the name Romeo . Romeo wa s a self-righteous arsehole who goes through women like a bog roll. He use d his charm to seduce the ever - willing and left a wake of crying , heartbroken women wherever he went .
    When Georgiana exited the house, I snarled. She wasn’t a tall woman and yet her skirt had left absolutely nothing to the imagination. And neither did her top ; button-down, skintight, white, short sleeve shirt with a black bra underneath, nearly all of the buttons undone so her small breasts were threatening to break free.
    “What in bloody hell are you wearing?” I demanded when she slid into the backseat.
    “ Chanel ,” Georgiana snorted, rolled her eyes and flipped me off.
    “Do you not think that is a little over the top for high school ?” I argued, driving down the long, winding driveway. “A reservation high school at that?”
    “You are one to talk,” she countered. “You are wearing Cavalli . Those jeans co st you how much; three or four hundred American? Your bloody shirt and jacket alone are worth more than these ba ck wood mutts get in a year with their precious capita payments .”
    Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
    It was a good thing that I didn’t have a stake handy because Georgiana would look like a bloody coat rack before we even made it to the end of the driveway. It was getting harder and harder to remember, let alone believe, that Georgiana and I were related. We were nothing alike. I don’t even think we look