Fighter: Wolves of Angels Rest #9 (Mating Season Collection) by Jade Elsa

Author:Jade, Elsa [Jade, Elsa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: BBW werewolf shifter paranormal romance
Publisher: Red Circle Ink
Published: 2016-01-27T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 9

The wolf was wide awake and restless now. It wanted to snap at anyone near Sofia, desperate to separate her from any danger.

She was wearing the bright, sleek leggings and the sparkling shoes that had fit right in among the wealthy elite of the Keep. But she’d paired the ass-cupping bottoms with the plain white blouse of her work uniform, and she’d knotted it right below her breasts, baring her midriff. With a few of the top buttons undone and flashing cleavage, rather than looking rich and untouchable, she looked rich and very touchable.

He sensed more than a few shifter gazes on her, and the wolf wanted to snarl at them all.

Or strut.

But the man knew there was a greater threat to all of them.

The KGB outpost might’ve been destroyed, but the experiments they had done on shifters weren’t done in a vacuum. Someone had benefitted from that information, and whoever that was still existed, somewhere.

At the base of one I-beam strung with a cheap velveteen ribbon, rabbit girl stopped and stared up at the shelves above. “Oh high and mighty King of the Cage, your loyal Roxanne has brought you a new sacrifice…uh, subject.” She slanted a glance at Mal and grinned. Under her breath, she muttered, “Play along. He loves this shit.”

Mal frowned. The KGB had their own bigoted rhetoric, but at least they weren’t granting themselves ridiculous, outmoded titles.

A head popped over the edge of the shelf high above them. Not the king, obviously, since her braids hung down far enough almost to pool on the next shelf down. She smacked her lips. “Send him up. With a bottle of something that won’t make us blind.”

Mal tightened his hand on Sofia.

“Go,” she murmured. “I’ll be fine. I’ve waited in the corner of shady dealings before.”

And she’d walked away from those people without a backward glance, no matter how hard it was.

The wolf in him growled. “You’re not leaving my side.”

The steel cross bracing on the shelves formed a rough ladder and he put his boot on the lowest rung. “Stay right behind me.”

“Don’t forget your humble banker,” Roxanne said as she handed him a mostly full bottle of vodka.

He kept climbing with a glance back for Sofia. Luckily her sparkling shoes had a sensible flat sole.

The third shelf was almost thirty feet above the floor. From that height, he had an excellent view of the fighting ring. He paused, hanging from the makeshift ladder while he eyed the group. The braided female giggled and snatched the bottle from his hand. He let her, though his nerves tingled with the urge to hold onto the weapon.

A dozen shifters and a few humans lounged on threadbare furniture and frayed pillows arranged on a tattered rug. Half-burned candles flickered in chipped glass jars as if the subdued light could hide the decay.

Mal’s gaze skipped over the sycophants to either side and focused instantly on the shifter lounging on the would-be throne in the center.

King wasn’t as bulky as the silverback shifter or even the human Mal had fought first.

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