Page 47 of Wed Or Dead

His weapon in this world was his gift at deceit. His mother had been right. He really had been born to lie. He’d fooled the hunters so easily. Would keep fooling them. They were his tools, and he’d bleed them until they were dry.

Then, once the other wolves were gone from Vegas, once the city was his, he’d let his wolf out. He’d let his beast rage, and he’d tear and claw his way through any hunters who were still left standing.

He wasn’t a fucking lap dog. Not anymore. He was an alpha.

Time the rest of the world bowed to him.

Psychotic? Insane? Those words had been tossed around plenty by his parents. They’d seen him for what he was long before anyone else did.

So he’d stopped them from seeing. From hearing. From breathing.

Wolf shifters were supposed to maintain their control and balance if they lived in a pack. If they took a mate.

He’d thought about living in a pack once.

Even almost taken a mate.

But he’d had more fun killing her than anything else. Kayla’s mother had sure been blessed with one sweet scream.

Mates and packs weren’t for him. He didn’t want the rigid bonds of control that would hold his wolf in check. He liked the blood. He liked the violence.

The desert stared back at him.

He liked the kill.

The wolves were chainedto the wall. Chained with silver. Oh, jeez—who’d been the unlucky shifter who’d drawn that duty?

Kayla walked silently into the darkened room with Gage. Her gun was tucked into the waistband of her pants. Hell, yes, she’d gotten it back. Like she was gonna just walk into this room unarmed? She still wore the black hunter’s uniform she’d taken before the big escape from the facility. Not like she had a lot of clothing options.

She didn’t really know how Gage thought he’d be able to use her, but—wow. Damn, that one shifter was smoking. Smoke literally rose from the blisters on the blond man’s wrist where he was bound.

Two shifters. One blond and fair. One dark, dangerous.

They’d been at the cabin.When Gage had first brought her to the desert, these wolves had been there. Like she would have forgotten them so soon.

I’ve narrowed it down to two.Now she knew what Gage had meant.

“Since you said there was no tracking device on you,” Gage said as he crossed his arms and stared down at the wolves, “that means the hunters found us in the desert by another means.”

A traitor.

“I didn’t sell you out!” The blond wolf jerked against his chains. More smoke plumed in the air. The blond should know that the more he struggled, the more he’d burn. “Dammit, trust me, Gage!”

“That’s the problem, Davis,” Gage replied quietly. “I did trust you.”

Kayla’s gaze darted between the wolf shifters.

“Just as I trusted you, Billy.” Gage’s gaze swung to the silent, glaring wolf. The intense and dangerous one. “I trusted you both. With my life and the lives of the pack.”

Only his pack members were under attack. Two had been taken.

Where were Shamus and Faye now?

Gage studied the two chained shifters. “Only two wolves knew that Kayla and I took shelter at that cabin.Just you fucking two.” Rage snapped through his words.

The dark-haired wolf, Billy, still wasn’t talking. He just sat there, the silver chaining him, and glared back up at Gage with narrowed eyes.

“I’ve been with you for five years,” Davis shouted, spittle flying from his mouth. “Do you really think I’d betray you to a human?”

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