The Most Wanted Mate

ven the relentless rain could drown out its tenacity. The strong, metallic scent of blo

d in chaos, and craved blood with an uncontrollable thirst. They were also hard to keep in check. Well, that

alpha of his kind. But the truth was, rogues had no true l

se to the pack's borders, his voice tinged with something close to amusement. Like the others, he was in wo

nk-another feat that should've been impossible for a rogue. "Any

n his head, loud

his," Ruby snickered, sending him a mental image of hers

forward, eager to scavenge whatever they could.

ench of death was strongest. Around him, the remnants of battle lay in ruin-wolves massacred, bodies shredded,

," he muttered under his b

e no survivors. Take what you can, but we're gone in ten minutes. We all know w

ored them. Letting a rogue's words get under your skin was a one-way ticket to being bur

voice sharpening. "Report to me immediately. Do not

ry from a dead woman's body, paused and sent h

ed. "Good. N

e newer ones-grumbled through the link. Lucian didn't immediately recognize

is place-with a generous serving of

y, L

at again, and I'll shove your head in

Though, speaking of heat, is the rain not doing enough to cool yo

ped in the direction of Elisha's presence.

u interru

her responding. He

d beneath his feet. The deeper he went, the stronger the scent of death became-cha

lled from the cleari

as already scanning the area. Another pack wiped ou

e smel

mud, something cut through-something wa

slamming against his ri

a

ame nothing. Lucian's breath caught in his chest. His eyes flickered, shi

h. Blood streaked her face, her clothes torn and drenched. Even in the dim moonlight, Lucian

s m

ands t

held uncertainty now, a

an instinct, greater than fate itself. He crouched beside her, brushing da

in his chest, de

did

wood behind him made Lucian whirl, his movem

goods slung over his shoulder. The

" he asked, takin

raw. A lethal warning. The t

and the unconscious girl in his arms. His brows

himself. His wolf was furi

l ripped from Lucian's throat, this one

He's not in control. His

as taming a wild animal. "Why?

his mate, unconscious and barely breathing

sed through the rogues, e

ed, but can we do this somewhere else? We've been

her

e carrying her bac

hter and, without anothe

t, a chill ran

ng. A p

ng was

far worse

med to burn righ