The Alpha's Fight: Huntsville Pack Book 3 Read Online Free PDF

some news you'll both want to hear."
    "Sounds ominous."
    "It's actually good, but Mason's turning it into a shit show."
    "All right. I'll call Cal. Meet at my house."
    "I'll be there in twenty."
    Ryder hung up and revved his bike's engine with a smile of satisfaction. Not too long now and the drama would be over. At least that was what he chose to believe. He’d finished up the last of the paperwork that morning, dressing in his nicest suit—the navy one with a crisp white shirt— for his meeting at the bank. He'd added a copy of his mortgage to the rest of the forms and dropped everything into the mailbox to find its way to the Pack Council. He and his grandmother, Tillie, now owned three hundred acres of land at the bottom of the Appalachian foothills. It was a hundred acres more than the Pack Council required for new packs.
    The one thing he hadn’t counted on was the ire of his current alpha, although he should have known better.
    ***
    A while later, Ryder pulled up to Jackson's house, a single story ranch made out of pine logs.  He gunned his motor to let Jackson know he was there and the tall alpha sauntered out of the garage that stood across from the house.
    "I heard you two miles ago," he shouted.
    Ryder killed the Ducati's engine and slipped the key into his pocket. Removing his helmet and leather jacket he said, "Just didn't want to surprise you."
    "You won't surprise anybody riding a noisemaker like that."
    "I never said I was trying to hide."
    "Not from me, at least. Mason might be a different wolf altogether, right?"
    "I'm not worried about him. He knows better than to bring his dirty business into another pack's territory." Or at least Ryder hoped so. That was one upside of being in Huntsville. Mason couldn't march in and do whatever he wanted without starting a war.
    "Come into the garage. I was working on my uppercut." Jackson waved for Ryder to follow him. "Maybe you can give me some pointers."
    The large garage had been split into two areas. On one side, tools hung on peg board and a long work bench ran the length of the wall. On the other sat a weight bench with a punching bag hanging in the back corner.
    Ryder threw a few test punches to get the measure of the bag. If the fill was too soft he'd strain his wrists, if it was too hard he'd jam his elbows. Once he had a feel for it, he started a pattern of jab, hook, uppercut, cross, increasing the force of his punches as he went. All his frustration found its way into his fists and soon the bag jerked and bounced on its chain, swinging higher and higher with each hit.
    Damn Mason. Targeting his friends and hunting him down like he was a dog. Anger burned in him when he thought of Peter's daughter. And about the way Erik had been set up. Why was Mason surprised when people wanted to leave Timber Creek? Did he really believe he was a true alpha?
    “Hey, man, you okay?” Jackson brushed past him to catch the bag before it slammed into the wall. “You know, you can’t kill the bag, right?”
    Ryder forced a smile, not wanting to dump his sour mood on his friend. “Yeah. Just blowing off some steam.”
    “You want to talk about it?”
    “Yeah, definitely, but not until Cal’s here. I want you both to hear what I have to say.”
    Jackson nodded. “Okay. I can’t wait to find out what has you so hot and bothered. Did you even use gas to get here or was your bike running on your anger?”
    “Was I that bad?”
    “Well, Chloe hightailed it out of here just based on what she overheard of our phone conversation,” Jackson said referring to his mate who was pregnant and due any minute. "Said she didn't like the sound of your growl."
    Ryder grimaced. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare her.” That she’d been worried said something about how foul his mood was. Chloe had taken on a rogue alpha all by herself and even hacked off his head. The feat had been so remarkable, it had become national shifter news. She wasn’t weak or one to back down, so he