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Rescued by the Beast Thirty-Seven
Kian"I went there hoping to follow those guys back to Whitehaven. You could say I got my comeuppance." She toyed with the food on her plate, pushing the rice to one side with the tip of her fork.I continued to eat, stabbing my fork through another chicken ball."How come you knew about this place? What connection do you have with Claw and the Hellhounds?" I asked, trying to connect the dots."My mother said that my dad was from around here. I don't know Claw or any of those wolves you mentioned. I assume they were wolves. Claw mumbled something about them being filthy mutts. All I know is that they're going around kidnapping women to use as fuck toys and baby-makers. That fucker Claw was about to rape me before they called him away. Something about the Alpha wolf being onto them . . . or something like that.""Alec from Whitevale. I guess they've rattled all the wrong cages," I said, mulling that over.Jaxton would be relieved to hear about that. If Alec White learned of their antic
Rescued by the Beast Thirty-Eight
Gia Kian's room smelled just like him: leather, smoke, and engine oil. He hadn't made his bed this morning, leaving the comforter in a bundled heap. I had to straighten it out before I could lie down. His mattress was so soft it was like I was floating on a cloud. The same whitewashed walls flowed throughout the apartment. He wasn't big on cleaning. I could tell by all the dirty fingerprints around the light switches. His house was far from filthy, just disorganized.There weren't any pictures or posters anywhere, certainly nothing that could tell the story of his life. Beast, Kian, or whoever he said he was, remained a mystery. He didn't own matching furniture; it was as if he'd gained things as the years went by. Bike parts were on top of every surface like greasy ornaments. My eyes landed on the ashtray full of cigarette butts, giving away the fact that he smoked. Was he the kind of guy who liked to light up after he fucked? I glanced around to see if I could spot any feminine ite
Rescued by the Beast Thirty-Nine
GiaA jealous feeling I had no right to feel slithered around in my stomach. It left an ugly, bitter taste on my tongue. I couldn't even justify it."I can do that," he answered as if convincing himself.The mattress dipped under his weight, and I shuffled over to give him a little extra room. Now we were shoulder to shoulder, awkwardly close with only the comforter separating us."So . . . I'm really part shifter," I said, letting that information filter through my head.He handed me a root beer, then reached for the other. I took a large mouthful, the fizzy liquid tickling my nose."Yup," he answered, taking a swig from his bottle. "The doc confirmed it. I can't believe I missed it, but you did stink of a dozen other dogs.""Dogs?" I cast sly eyes, detecting the disdain in his tone. "You don't like wolves much, do you?"He gave an indifferent shrug. "Most of them are entitled asshats; present company excused.""That's good to know because I can't help my parents. I don't feel differ
Rescued by the Beast Forty
KianI couldn’t sleep.Violent thoughts whirled around my head like a tornado. I wanted to hunt down and kill Claw, but that was a dumb idea. It had to be done right. There was no way I could wage a personal war without dragging the entire club into it. Gia was mine, and that was the second half of the problem. One thing was stopping me from telling her that. I didn’t want to influence her choices. If she felt any spark of attraction toward me, it had to be as nature intended. Not because I turned all “caveman” on her ass and dragged her to bed by her hair. That wasn’t me. I wasn’t Claw.Gia didn’t deserve a moron like him, or a monster like me. She deserved so much better.It was usually peaceful out here on the balcony top at this time of night. A high-pitched war was taking place in the parking lot. I peered over the rendered wall to scan the ground below. Two stray cats were fighting like Berserkers and making enough damned noise to wake the dead. It made a change — me being a spe
Rescued by the Beast Forty-One
Kian “I . . . I have a criminal record,” I stammered. My inner voice was screaming, “No! What the fuck are you doing? You’re going to blow it!” Gia settled into a kneeling position. “Big deal. Me too.” “But I’ve killed people.” I didn’t know why I confessed that, but I figured we better lay all of our cards on the table. Gia made a “meh” face. “Yeah . . . I can’t say I relate to that, but I’m pretty sure my cooking gave a former roommate the shits.” I just told her the butt-ugly truth, and all she did was wrinkle her nose with indifference. Okay, I can work with this. Maybe I do have a fair shot at this mating game. “So, you can’t cook for shit?” I joked, making light of it. Gia narrowed her eyes with a smirk. “So, you’re a stone-cold killer?” she quipped. “Are you scared?” I asked, feeling the sexual tension build. “Should I be?” she replied, circling her finger around my pectorals. The heat we were throwing off was stifling. It was only a matter of time before one of us p
Rescued by the Beast Forty-Two
GiaI woke to the piercing sound of the smoke alarm. My eyes took a second to adjust, and as I swallowed my heart back down, I sucked in a lungful of bacon-infused air. Bacon and burned toast.“Shit! Fucking grill,” Kian complained from the kitchen.Just when I thought he couldn’t be more perfect, he exceeded my expectations by cooking me breakfast. Or at least he was trying to.I flung back the comforter and got out of bed, stretching my arms with a yawn. My bruises were gone. There wasn’t one visible mark on my body. It was as if nothing had happened.My stomach rumbled, and I followed the charred scent wafting my way through the smog. Kian was standing by the stove wearing the boxer briefs he’d slept in, tossing a burned piece of toast between his hands.“Fuck, that’s hot,” he growled.“You know what they say; if you can’t stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen,” I commented, announcing my presence.Kian sent the toast hurtling through the open window like a smoldering Frisbee. No
Rescued by the Beast Forty-Three
KianJust as I expected, there was an ocean of bikes parked outside the clubhouse. Two prospects stood guarding them. No one got in who didn't belong here. Those were the rules.Our dress code was simple: shit-kicking biker boots, jeans, and leathers. For women, it was anything worthy of easy access. The only females here were the ones who served beer or fucked for cash.“You remember what we talked about, right?” I whispered beside Gia's ear. “Let me do all the talking.”Some guys were stalking around outside, eager to catch a glimpse of my woman. Their curious stares enraged the bear inside me. It was thumping his chest like a warrior, preparing to destroy anyone who came too close to Gia."Yeah, I have no problem with that,” Gia assured, removing her helmet and hanging on the handlebar.I spoke in a gruff whisper, “You just stay near me; nobody’s going to hurt you.”Gia's eyes darted from left to right, inspecting her surroundings. I could appreciate that it wasn't a five-star esta
Rescued by the Beast Forty-Four
GiaTwo days ago, I saw a side to Kian that scared me. The rage in his eyes only came from experiencing a taste of Hell. I’ve seen it before because I’ve lived through it. Unlike some people, Kian isn’t too far gone to be saved. I know there is a good man lurking underneath all that pain and anger. He just doesn’t like to show it because he’s afraid to seem weak.“Do you want to watch one more episode before we call it a night?” I asked, noticing Kian yawn for the third time in five minutes.“Nah, let’s go to bed and cuddle,” Kian replied, his words sounding sleep-drunk and slurred.We spent the past few days eating pizza and binge-watching Lucifer, seasons one to three, and we still had more to go. I didn’t think he would enjoy it, but it seemed I was wrong. My man couldn’t get enough of Mr. Morningstar’s amazing personality, which meant Kian and I did a lot of Netflix and chilling, but we hadn’t crossed the point of no return yet. Sex was on the horizon; it was killing us both to re
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