Jax (Immortals of New Orleans Book 7) Read Online Free PDF

strangers looming in the hallway. As the Alpha shifted into his powerful black wolf, Katrina’s eyes lit in reverence. The majestic beast snarled, its tail up, standing tall in a show of aggression.
    Katrina attempted to shift, but her magick faltered; a flicker of her wolf appeared only to disappear. As the intruders approached the threshold, she scanned the room for a weapon. Wrapping her fingers around the base of a brass lamp, she ripped its cord from the wall. Katrina didn’t hesitate as she launched the heavy object at the red-haired stranger. The base nicked him in the head and he fell to his knees.
    “Jesus Christ, Jax. Get your girl under control,” he called, holding a hand to his bleeding scalp.
    “Katrina?” She froze as she registered the sound of the familiar voice.
    Jax flashed to his familiar form, towering above them all. His loud growl blasted through the room, silencing the din.
    “Finn, rise,” Jax commanded. “What’s he doing here?”
    “Saving your sorry ass,” Jake quipped, lifting his gaze to meet Jax’s.
    “Watch your words, wolf,” Jax warned.
    “Are you hurt?” Jake asked, his voice tense.
    “I’m all right,” Katrina replied, giving him a small smile. The last time she’d been in Louisiana, she and Jake had grown close, becoming good friends. Although Katrina considered going to him, she cautiously remained on the bed, her focus drawn to the angry Alpha.
    “Stay back,” Jax snarled. He eyed the wolf, assessing the situation.
    “It’s, um…it’s okay, Jax…” Katrina regarded his pensive expression, but continued, hoping to soothe his concern. “I know Jake. We’re friends.”
    “What the hell happened?” Without asking for the Alpha’s permission, Jake intrepidly crossed toward Katrina.
    Jax stepped to block his path, and Katrina reached for his hand. Running the pad of her thumb over his palm, she attempted to assuage the protective Alpha. She suspected Jax remained unaware of their connection, yet his actions spoke volumes.
    “He won’t hurt me.” She lifted her gaze to meet Jax’s, noting the vulnerability in his eyes.
    “Jax. Please. It’s okay. We’re just friends. I’m not leaving you.” As the words left her lips, she knew she’d said it in all honesty. She’d have to tell him sooner or later about the prophesy. If they completed the bond, he’d die, but it was a conversation to be had in private.
    She smiled as Jax leaned in and brought her hand to his cheek. The soft skin of his lips at her palm tickled her skin and she gave a small laugh.
    “I need to talk to Finn,” Jax told her.
    Katrina nodded in acknowledgment and wrapped the sheet around her body. As he dropped her hand and stepped aside, her eyes never left his. Her heart pounded, the loss of his touch leaving her with an odd sense of emptiness.
    “How did you end up here? Did he hurt you?” Jake glared at Jax as he passed to his right.
    “I’m okay. Really, Jake.” Katrina assured him as he wrapped his arms around her. “Jax helped me escape.”
    “Not again?”
    “Yes, again.” Jake had seen her struggle to shift on more than one occasion and was one of the few people she’d confided in about the abductions.
    “We’ve got to get you out of here. Somewhere safe. I’ll take you back to Logan…protect you. You should have never left New Orleans.”
    As Katrina pulled out of his embrace, she shook her head. No more running.
    “I’m going to stay with Jax.” She tried to ignore the look of surprise on Jake’s face as she spoke, and although scared about hurting Jax, she couldn’t leave him again.
    “Now hold on one fucking minute.” Jake’s voice grew louder. “First of all, Tristan is your Alpha. Second of all, you know you’re safer in New Orleans with us. Look, I know this assho…” His eyes darted to Jax and he rephrased. “This Alpha. He likes to shoot off orders like he owns the entire world. You have a home and it’s not here.”
    “Jake, please. I know