Page 11 of Blood and Ruin: The Complete Series

Axel sneers. “I’m not mating to a prissy princess who’s a fucking sheep.”

Locking my jaw, I hold back my anger, but just barely.

“Like I’d want a fucking dickhead as a mate, anyway.”

Axel chuckles humourlessly. “If I wanted to, I’d have you on your knees, begging for it.”

“In your fucking dreams,” I grit out. The dick was pushing my buttons and not in the right way.

Axel’s smirk turns wicked. “I’m not Prince Charming. I’m a fucking nightmare who’ll make you wet enough to—”

“Enough!” Kai growls before turning his glare on me. “Remove the band or we’ll do it for you.”

The guys span out, caging me in. Axel blocks the exit with a smirk, thinking he’s got me right where he wants me. But if they’re trying to intimidate me, they’re going to have to work a hell of a lot harder.

I’ve been trapped here under King’s rule for six years. Locking me in a room with them was the least of my troubles.

Besides, nothing they did really mattered. It wasn’t like any of us could just walk out if we wanted, not without King’s approval.

“So, what will it be?” Jax asks, a cocky smirk on his face.

“Either take it off or we’ll have to do it for you,” Kai says.

I could see the promise in his eyes, the determined set in his jaw. The need to protect his family was always in the forefront of Kai’s mind. He always put everyone else’s needs above his own for the family.

Family.

Once mine too, but no longer.

A spear of sadness shoots through me at the thought, loosening some of my anger toward them.

I was no longer part of that bond. I was just the threat here now.

The enemy.

I guess we were all going to have a little reunion.

I just hoped they didn’t hate me when they found out.

“Fine, but you asked for it.”

The guys brace themselves, tensing up, awaiting an attack. The bracelet unlatches and clangs to the floor.

The guys turn confused before wearing matching shocked expressions.

“Kiarra?”

CHAPTER 4

Ilook at Jax, when his eyes widen, and a spark of recognition lights up his eyes.

“It can’t be…” he whispers.

You could hear a pin drop, right before the room erupts into chaos and loaded questions.

“How…”

“When did you...”

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