Dark Alpha's Awakening--A Reaper Novel by Donna Grant

Author:Donna Grant
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin's Press

Chapter Nineteen

This was Hell. Xaneth was sure of it.

He walked among the Dark gathered behind the mansion. The beautiful garden had been destroyed. The grass trampled, the flowerbed ripped apart from the battle, and blood was everywhere.

Xaneth had thought he’d seen all there was to see of the Fae while living between both the Light and Dark. Now, he was getting a glimpse of another side—a side he didn’t like.

He was one of five new recruits to Bran’s army. Out of them, he was the only Fae who hadn’t been taken against his will.

His gaze scanned the faces of the Dark. They were rabid with savagery, their bloodlust running higher than anything he’d ever witnessed before. If any of them had been abducted, they were content where they were now.

Xaneth had been in all kinds of situations before. Hell, he’d faced the Queen of the Light, but even he wasn’t prepared for this. And that worried him. Because he might have stepped into a setting that he couldn’t get out of.

His ego had put him here. He’d believed that he could sort through any situation, but he hadn’t listened carefully enough to the Reapers. Otherwise, he would’ve realized that he was out of his depth. In order to survive, he would have to learn.

Fast.

He’d been trying to find Cael ever since the Reaper had given himself up to Bran. Even Xaneth had known that was a bad idea, but Cael had done it so the other two Reapers could get away.

The fact that Bran allowed Talin and Neve to go troubled Xaneth. Especially since Bran had made it clear to his army that his goal was to capture the women the Reapers had. Bran had something in store for Cael, and it couldn’t be good if he’d willingly released a female.

When the group Bran had sent to the Reaper stronghold returned emptyhanded, Bran had lashed out at everyone in his fury. That’s how badly Bran wanted the women.

The Fae around Xaneth suddenly let out a loud cheer. He saw them looking up and followed suit to find Bran standing on a terrace, looking down at them from the second floor of the manor.

The would-be leader of the Dark army wore a black suit with purple lining. His shoulder-length black hair was pulled back in a queue. But it was the delight in Bran’s silver eyes as he looked down at them all that sent a warning chill down Xaneth’s back.

He’d spent a lot of time with the Dark Fae and had had dealings with some of the most dangerous of them. But none of them—not even Balladyn—came close to the evil Xaneth saw in Bran’s eyes.

Bran might have lived and died a Light Fae, but something must have been done to him when he became a Reaper that prevented him from changing to Dark. Because the one thing Xaneth knew how to spot was a Dark Fae.

And Bran was most definitely Dark—even if his coloring didn’t show it.

Bran didn’t use glamour.

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