His Apprehensive Mate - Brea Alepou Page 0,52

his alpha power down on them.

Kenny’s snow leopard shook it off and continued to bite and claw at Rhy.

Dezi roared. His eyes shifted to that of his lion as he pushed more power through them. Finally, Kenny’s snow leopard released Rhy, and he was forced to shift back. It was painful—his shift was sluggish, and the bones broke and rebroke a few times before changing shape. Kenny kneeled on the ground, gasping for breath. Luckily not many people used the back roads, so there were no cars in sight. Kenny shuddered as he gulped in air.

“Sor—”

Rhy hugged him instantly.

Blood dripped from the wound on his shoulder. It was already closing, but still Kenny felt like shit for attacking him.

“You don’t have to apologize. I couldn’t imagine what you’re feeling right now. We will find them and get them back,” Rhy said.

Kenny looked up at Dezi. His jaw was firmly set and his shoulders tense. He nodded to Kenny.

“Get ready for war,” Dezi said.

He would get both of them back alive, and he’d destroy all who thought it was okay to hurt the ones he loved.

Morgan was dragged out of the trunk of the car and tossed roughly on the ground. He rolled with it, trying to limit the impact.

“Welcome home.” Lyndon’s gruff, deranged voice echoed around Morgan.

Morgan froze in place as fear clutched at his heart and halted any movement.

“I can’t believe you thought you could run from me,” Lyndon said.

But Morgan had plenty of times and survived it. He existed outside of the small box of the Vast Pack. Morgan sucked in a shaky breath and dared what he’d never done before—stared Lyndon in the eyes. It was a direct challenge, something Morgan would have never done before, not even when he’d come to ask for Lyndon’s permission to be a lone wolf, to denounce his submission to the alpha. In retrospect, Morgan should have known Lyndon would have never agreed to it, but he’d known if he wanted a future with his mate, he would have to try and face his old alpha first. To try and break free from them.

“You aren’t my alpha, and this is a direct challenge to the Bliss Pride,” Morgan said.

Lyndon’s piss-colored eyes narrowed at Morgan. “You think I’m afraid of what, five cats?” Lyndon let out a cynical laugh.

Morgan wanted to point out that the villains who always laughed at their enemy were always brought down by the very people they underestimated.

“I have over a hundred wolves.” Lyndon shook his head as he stepped toward Morgan. “You messed up big-time. I should have killed you a long time ago, but I let your sister convince me to keep a worthless runt like you alive.”

That was news to Morgan; he’d always thought Lyndon kept him alive because he enjoyed Morgan as a punching bag.

“Why do this?” Morgan asked.

Lyndon shrugged. “I’m alpha.”

It wasn’t a reason—it didn’t explain anything—but it showed Morgan how deranged Lyndon was.

“I’m here. Let Ava go and leave everyone else out of this,” he pleaded.

Morgan wanted more than anything to be with Kenny, but if he could possibly spare them from fighting and spare Ava, then he would gladly give himself up.

Lyndon pretended to think about it, but his laugh gave him away. “Did it ever once occur to you that running only made things worse? That maybe if you would have been a good runt and kept your head down and followed my orders, we wouldn’t have to kill those spineless felines you care so much about?”

What? “Yo—you’re fucking insane,” Morgan shouted.

Lyndon sneered at Morgan. “I should have had your whole family killed, but no, I took your sister as my wife, and she gave birth to a runt.” The amount of disgust that dripped from Lyndon’s tone spoke volumes.

“Once I’m done killing you, I’m going to get rid of the rest of the weakness that has infected my pack.”

Ava. Morgan’s body shook. There was no fighting his wolf—he fully agreed. He let the shift happen. There was no dragging, no trying to connect with his wolf. He was right there—Morgan could feel the power of the Bliss Pride within, and he channeled it. He shifted faster than he ever had before. Clothes shredded and bones broke. He lunged at Lyndon and caught his arm and bit down hard. Blood coated his tongue and ran down his throat as he tried to bite Lyndon’s arm off.

Lyndon’s fist connected with Morgan’s face. The pain was a dull ache that Morgan paid