Blood Reign (#4): Alpha Warriors of the Blood (The Blood Series) Read Online Free PDF

rhythmic, he slowed but did not cease the motion.
    Truman and Jason gave him identical knowing looks. He ignored them.
    The Alpha female he loved was tucked against his body. She had sought his protection. It was the most ancient of offerings. An Alpha female had only to submit to an Alpha male in just that way for the male to assume care over her during time of extreme duress or war.
    A male Were chose to accept the offering or not. Slash had no choice; Adrianna had claimed his heart long ago.
    It wasn't about choice but rather letting himself fall.
    In love.
     
    *
     
    Slash was driven rudely awake by a jolt as the van came to a stop. His arms automatically tightened around Adrianna and she awoke with a start, immediately followed by a groan.
    “What is it?” he asked, pushing the hair from her brown eyes. He saw her look at his face and self-consciously turned away.
    “Slash,” Adi said. He moved his face back an inch. Just enough for her to know he had heard her.
    “Yes.”
    “Stop that.”
    His eyebrows jerked in surprise. “What?”
    “Turning away from me.”
    Slash would have answered, but bright sunlight hit them like a slap and Slash threw a hand over his eyes to shield them from the brightness.
    “Good, you're awake. I've got the bullshit babysitting duty, so come along kiddies.”
    Slash stared at a Were he'd never seen before and found he instantly disliked him.
    “Fuck you, Ford, and the horse you rode in on,” Truman announced from the far corner. The two were definitely prior acquaintances.
    The Were's brows dumped over flinty eyes. Unforgiving ones.
    He stalked over to the corner and Truman stood up, facing his charge.
    “Listen, old man, I'm here to get you to hop out of this van, mark your territory and get the fuck back in the rig, got me?”
    Truman laughed and Slash had to admire his gumption because he was bound. But Slash was not.
    Sloppy.
    They must have thought, truck in motion, Were out for the count, no worries.
    Wrong.
    Adi gave him wide eyes and silently hobbled off his lap. His gaze did not leave her. He promised her things he shouldn't have with that look, for he saw the reaction on her face. Slash couldn't control his expressions and didn't much give a shit.
    He employed stealth as automatic as breathing. Of further help... Truman didn't telegraph Slash's approach.
    Not even when Ford landed a dead-center sucker punch that doubled Truman over.
    Truman cocked his head to the side, looking up at Ford from his knees with one eye. “Tell ya what, you stand there and be a fire hydrant, and I'll lift my leg on you. How's that for marking territory, assjack?”
    Slash grinned and shook his head at Truman’s hardness. It was refreshing.
    Ford hit him hard in the jaw, plowing the big former cop to both knees, wiping Slash's good humor on the spot. Truman spit out an impressive spatter pattern of blood that highlighted the filth of the floor. Their eyes met.
    It was too late for Ford to react.
    Slash struck from behind, using his hard fists like hammers of retribution against Ford's kidneys. They blurred with the speed of his attack.
    Ford pissed his pants as a result of the onslaught.
    Then he pissed blood, crumpling to the floor as his body struggled to heal the organ damage.
    Slash crushed Ford's windpipe with the instep of his boot.
    “Heal that,” he murmured, satisfied his skills of merciless and swift incapacitation still held.
    Truman walked himself up the wall with his palms. “Nice bit of work there, Slash.”
    Slash didn't smile or answer. His gaze was on Adrianna, still bound. Julia and Cynthia huddled together. He swept over Ford's breathless form and walked toward Adrianna.
    “Let's self-congratulate later,” Jason said. “Right now, let's get the chicks and get the fuck outta Dodge.”
    Slash thought that an excellent idea. He chanced a glance at their mutual enemy as he walked back to the male.
    Ford lay gasping. A fish out of water, his eyes bulged like hard-boiled