Fangs of Anarchy - Forbidden Alpha (Part 2) Girl Most Lycan: A Werewolf Vampire Shifter Romance Read Online Free PDF

parents ended up in one of those prison camps you were talking about. Not a
chance in hell I was going to let that happen to Hadley. As much as I’d like to
be out there, fighting for equal rights for all, I refuse to risk Hadley ending
up in one of those five-by-five cells. I promised my parents I’d take care of
her, and I will.”
    His determination, not just in his words but in his eyes,
made her all the more resolute to keep Irish out of this. “I’d feel the same
way. And that leads me to this,” she said, hopping up off the bed before he had
the chance to convince her to stay. “Time for you to go. Hadley needs you. I
don’t.”
    But she did. She wanted to talk with him more, discover all
the things that made Irish McConnell who he was. She wanted to learn what he
liked, what he didn’t, what made him tick.
    Irish sat up and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips. “Last
night—”
    Tears immediately sprang to her eyes, hot and stinging. “Don’t.
It happened. No one ever has to know, Irish.” Please, please don’t .
    He pulled himself up off the bed to stand in front of her,
his body hard and lean, and all she wanted to do was bury her face in his
chest. “No. I promise you, no one will ever know. The problem is, I know, Claire. Now I know ,” he said before cupping her cheek and placing a kiss on her
lips.
    Claire clung to her strong resolve to keep from begging him
to stay long after the sound of her bedroom door closing.

Chapter Nine
    Irish lobbed the eight ball across the green of the pool
table in the den, now a makeshift meeting room they used as a place for the
club to gather, forcing his mind from Claire’s soft body and sharp wit.
    She’d been everything he’d imagined and more—naked, willing,
beautiful, and he wanted her with a burn in his gut he couldn’t ever recall
having with any other woman. Leaving her last night had been even harder than
leaving her the night before.
    He wanted to explore all things Claire. He wanted to talk
with her. He wanted her to see the side of him that had nothing to do with the
Fangs. The glimpse he’d given her last night was who the old Irish had been,
before all the shit with the government had gone down. It felt good to lighten
up a little. It felt free, and by fuck, he missed freedom.
    Since the move here to Maine, he wasn’t much for
socializing. He was too busy trying to stay on top of everything—too busy
trying to keep his people fed, keep Hadley on track and give her a normal
upbringing.
    While he tried to appreciate the fact that, despite losing
his apartment overlooking Central Park, his law firm, his damn lifestyle,
Hadley still had a decent enough place to grow up in, a nice house with plenty
of people to look out for her, it wasn’t always easy. He missed his work. He
missed the look in opposing council’s eyes when he knew he’d won a big
negotiation.
    Messing with Courtland last night had begun as a way to keep
him from getting his hooks into Claire and had ended up reminiscent of better
times.
    If he’d met Claire in New York, he’d have taken her out,
bought her a dinner he couldn’t eat, watched as her luscious lips moved when
she talked about the books she loved. Would have taken her home and made love
to her until she’d screamed, then slept in and did it all over again.
    Back in the day, no one would have cared much had a vampire
and a were hooked up. Likely, no one would have known
they weren’t human. He’d give his right arm to have met Claire before all
this—to have been given the pass their races had granted those who’d already
mated before the government interfered.
    But nowadays, everyone was in a state of panic that the
cohabitation of races would prevent future packs. It was punishable by death in
some packs to mate outside their race. Their werewolf rule—a rule the vampire
clans had agreed to enforce when they’d agreed to co-op.
    Irish was one of the primary enforcers of that rule. Luck
had played a