Owned by the Alpha

Author:Sam Crescent & Rose Wulf & Stacey Espino & Doris O'Connor & Lily Harlem & Maia Dylan & Michelle Graham & Elyzabeth M. VaLey & Elena Kincaid & Beth D. Carter & Roberta Winchester & Wren Michaels [Crescent, Sam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 2017-04-24T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Demon heard the excited murmurs of the shifters within the trees, but he never took his gaze from Ezra. He had no idea how many of his own pack he had drained in order to come at Demon all hyped up and uber dominant like he was, but it had Demon’s stomach turning and his rage building at the thought.

“You killed my brother.” Ezra’s voice was barely recognizable as human.

“I did,” Demon agreed with a nod, “and I enjoyed every fucking minute of it. My boar particularly enjoyed gouging a gaping hole in his stomach.”

That was all it took to drive Ezra to the edge. He roared with rage and then leaped in Demon’s direction, shifting within the blink of an eye mid stride. Demon allowed his boar to rise within him, but held him caged. He allowed Ezra to think he had Demon at a disadvantage, and drew him closer before he embraced the change and allowed his beast full rein.

The giant boar met the oncoming wolf with a grunt, and the two of them began to fight. Demon swung his giant head at the faster shifter, attempting to get to the soft belly of the wolf with one of his massive tusks, but the prick jumped out of range. The wolf leaped around him until he was able to use his speed to get past Demon’s tusks and leap onto his back, biting deep into the flesh and muscle across the back of his neck, no doubt attempting to severe his spinal column.

This was a battle tactic many wolves used on animals, but he should have done his fucking homework. Razorbacks had a large amount of muscle and fat between their skin and their vertebrae around the neck. There was no way in hell Ezra could reach it, despite his strength. Oh, the bite hurt like a bitch, but it wasn’t deadly. Demon bunched the muscles in his neck and then threw his head from side to side as violently as he could, absorbing the pain and throwing the wolf from him. As soon as he was free, he stalked his prey.

The two of them fought back and forth, each of them scoring a few bloody hits against the other. Demon favored his right back leg, his left mangled and bleeding heavily, and there were more than a few long deep gashes along his sides where the wolf had achieved a direct hit against him. Although he hated to admit it, Demon knew he was facing a skilled fighter made even deadlier by the additional strength he had absorbed, but Ezra’s determination and motivation were nowhere near as powerful as Demon’s.

Demon was a patient fighter, he always had been, and Ezra was fighting on pure rage and emotion. A lethal mix that would only make him more prone to making a mistake, and then Demon would capitalize. He wanted this over with as quickly as possible. Demon had hurt his mate and the need to apologize and take care of her was riding him almost as hard as the desire to see this prick bleed out before him.