Page 36 of Ivy and the Deathstalkers

Normally, I’d smack him for any smartass comment, but he has a point. I’m fairly certain these guys should fear our mate more than they do us.

“Good. Now, Beck photo up, please.”

Somehow Beck knows what photo he's talking about, because the screen we rarely use, shows a picture of Stanley fucking Shiftlan. “This fucker is going to be hunting for us. He's the one that killed our brothers. He's the one that has tried to wipe out an entire race. Our race.” He points to me and my brothers, still holding Ivy close with one arm.

“He won't rest until we’re all dead. And now after this colossal fuck up today, he knows about her. If he finds her, our race will go extinct. She is our last hope. She is our life. As a mate should be.”

He kisses the side of her neck and she stomps on his foot. The entire club erupts in laughter. Our girl doesn't like being the center of attention, noted.

He goes on to explain some things I never thought he would do. He tells them why the club is named The Deathstalkers. We did a good job convincing everyone we’re just regular scorpionshifters. He warns them to whisper a word of it outside this clubhouse will be a death sentence to everyone in the club.

“Shiftlan is responsible for countless deaths, including all of our parents. He will pay for his crimes. And we’ll be the judge, jury, and executioner. Spread the word. There is a million dollar price tag on his head. But we want himalive.”

Excited chatter fills the air as members turn to their neighbor. Comments about Stanley, and the bombshell King just dropped on everyone spread across the room.

“Didn't I make myself fucking clear? Shut the fuck up!” An instant hush falls over the crowd again. I love it when I can be all growly and mean. I don't get to do it very often.

Once everyone settles down, he tells them to stand if they have a question, and he will answer them one by one. By the time everyone’s questions are answered, I’m ready to crash. It’s been a long ass day.

As all the prospects file out, a few of the older members come up and pat King on the shoulder saying they’re glad he’s back on his feet, and congratulate us all on finding our mate. We leave church behind the other members and I see her coming too late.

Vixen.

Oh bloody hell.

She marches up in her little shorts and halter top with her tits half hanging out, stopping right in front of Ivy, who straightens to her full height in King’s arms.

“What makes her so special? Sluts aren’t allowed inChurch,” she sneers. “She doesn't smell shifter and she doesn't smell like you. Well of your cum, but-”

Before King can stop her, Ivy is out of his grip and has Vixen up in the air by the throat. “I warned you once bitch. They aremine.”

Beck runs and grabs a bottle of booze from the bar. Not caring what type.

“Don’t kill her, baby,” King whispers in her ear, running his hand up her back.

“She’s a jealous slut, but she doesn’t deserve to die. Not yet at least,” Jax adds a little unhelpfully. “She’ll learn her place. We’re yours and only yours.”

When she turns her head and looks at them, her eyes are glowing the most amazing colors I've ever seen. It's every color of our scorpions. They swirl through her eyes in a way that our scaly skin does, if we're out in the sunlight. There’s no denying she’s a deathstalker.

She growls, but sets Vixen back on her feet. Beck throws a bottle of booze at Sasha, who steps up next to Vixen the minute she hits the ground. “Don't touch your skin where Ivy did. There's epi in the med kit, someone get it, and if you believe in the gods, say a fucking prayer. Hopefully she didn't get any venom on her or she’s a dead bitch.”

The look of shock and horror on both Vixen, and Sasha's face is priceless, but they were warned. I turn around to see absolute pride on King’s face. Jax on the other hand has a fucking smile. I didn't know the man could do it. I don't think I've seen him smile since he bought his first hog.

I walk up to Ivy, who is still fuming and pour everything I have into a kiss. “Damn, you're sexy when you're angry.” The moment I pull my lips off of hers Cree takes my place.

DJ comes up behind our mate planting little kisses on her neck. “Way to stake your claim, beautiful. No one's gonna fuck with you anymore.”

She melts back into him and her whole demeanor softens. “I don't like that bitch. But thank you for stopping me from killing her.”

Jax snorts. “You're an assassin, but you didn't want to kill a bitch that got in your face? Explain that to me, please. BecauseI was two seconds away from breaking her fucking neck just for looking at you wrong. And I've known her for five years.”

Ivy does this cute little shrug. “I only kill those who deserve to die. Sick fuckers like Stanley.”

Cree burst out laughing. “You're responsible for that fuckhead’s death I read about what the fuck was his name… Donovan Declan…” He's usually very good at names so it's comical to see him trying to remember one.

“Devlin. He was a good fuc...” She doesn't finish what she was about to say, because all six of us growl and turn and stare at her.

King gets up in her face. I see the veins on the side of his neck pulsing. “You will not fuck anyone ever again besides one of us. You. Are. Ours. You will not mention your conquests again, because I will find a way to raise them from the dead and kill them again with my bare fucking hands. Am I clear?” His voice is so full of gravel. You can tell his scorpion is pissed.

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