Page 32 of Wed Or Dead

Lyle started laughing again. “D-do it,” he dared, and Lyle’s face was showing the pressure of his own impending shift. The guy’s wolf wanted out. It was there to see, in the bright eyes, the hollowed cheeks, and the lengthening canines. “Do it and her—her brother’s dead.”

Like a human was really supposed to matter to him. A human who’dshotKayla.

Gage’s teeth sank into Lyle’s throat.

And Kayla’s hands closed around the back of Gage’s head. She yanked on him, trying to pull him up. What? Was the woman crazy? You didn’t grab a wolf by the head. She jumped back when he came up snarling.

Then she grabbed him by the tail.

The fuck,no.

“Please,” she begged him, voice strained and desperate. “Let’s just make sure my brother’s safe first, then we can kill him, okay?”

No, that was notokay.He wanted Lyle dead right then and there.

Kayla hurriedly backed away. He’d expected her to keep fighting.

Blood dripped down Lyle’s face. “Y-you’re so…fucked!”

Said the man who was about to lose his throat.

“I’m…already in…your pack.”

Right, Gage knew that shit. Betrayal was a bitter, burning pill to swallow. But he’d suspected the truth. A wolf, one of his own, had sold him and the pack out to the hunters.

To this wolf in a damn hunter’s guise.

Who is it?The demand of the man inside the beast. Only the beast couldn’t speak. He had to shift back in order to manage that. But...

But he heard the sound of racing footsteps just outside the door. The holding room might not have audio surveillance, but the hunters patrolling the area hadn’t missed the sound of a gunshot. They weren’t that clueless.

And speaking of that gun…

Kayla was back at his side.Now her retreat made sense.She’d gone for the weapon. Kayla aimed the gun at Lyle’s head. Payback. She was a sexy bitch.

“Where’s my brother?” Kayla demanded.

Gage kept Lyle penned. Kept that bastard bleeding as he let his claws sink even deeper into his flesh.

Lyle spat blood. “Getting…sliced open!”

She fired the gun. The bullet sank into Lyle’s right shoulder. The shifter howled in pain and rage.

“My bad,” Kayla murmured. “I thought that chamber would be empty.”

Before Lyle could do more than growl in pain, the door of the holding room flew open.

Gage glanced up.Huh. Guess we found her brother.

Because Gage was staring straight into eyes the same golden shade as Kayla’s. The man’s hair was curly and dark, just like hers, but his face was harder. All lines and stark angles.

The guy was wearing black, shoulder to damn toe, and he was armed.

More men rushed in after Jonah. All wearing black like it was some sort of hunter uniform, probably because it was. All of them were holding weapons. Weapons they aimed at him and Kayla.

“Shoot them!” Lyle screamed as he bucked beneath Gage’s hold. “The bitch is…helping him! They’re trying to escape!”

And that was why Kayla should have let him kill the prick when he’d had the chance. Now at least six weapons were pointed at him and Kayla. Not the best odds. But he’d had worse.

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