Blood Rights [Wicked River 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free

enough for him. Besides, he couldn’t shake the feeling that they were destined to be together, all three of them, but there was something standing in their way. Now he just had to figure out what that was.
    “We should probably get some clothes before we go in there.”
    Brock was stalling, and after Moira’s less-than-warm welcome, Koba could understand why. Putting it off wasn’t going to make it any easier to face, though. “Everyone else will be just as naked. Since when have you ever been modest?” It just wasn’t practical to be concerned with nudity considering they spent a large majority of their time shifting back and forth between their human and animal skins.
    “Right.” Brock jerked his head in what was probably supposed to be agreement. “You first.”
    It really wasn’t funny, but Koba chuckled anyway. He’d never known Brock Lancaster to be afraid of anything. The man was fearless to a fault, and he never shied away from a confrontation. As they stepped through the barn doors, though, he looked like a man being led to the gallows.
    A woman scorned was a force to be reckoned with, so maybe his reservations weren’t unfounded. Moira wasn’t only tough and tenacious, however, she was honorable. Whatever had transpired between them in the past, she wouldn’t berate or undermine Brock publically. Koba had no precedence on which to base his opinion, but he fancied himself an excellent judge of character. Moira Gilson had character in spades.
    “What the hell were those things?”
    “Where did they come from?”
    “Are there more coming?”
    “Alpha, what do you want us to do?”
    Two men gathered close to Moira, taking turns firing off questions without waiting for answers. Koba didn’t know their names, but he guessed they were the pack betas. So where had they been during the fight? Why hadn’t they been protecting their alpha?
    “I want you to take a deep breath and calm down,” Moira answered steadily. “Then I want you to make sure everyone gets home safely.” She looked over her shoulder, motioning Brock and Koba to her side and making quick introductions before addressing Brock. “Is it safe for them to leave?”
    “The Walkers won’t be back tonight. Once my team gets here, we can patrol the area to make sure it’s safe before you move the pack, though.”
    Moira nodded slowly as she stared off into space. Koba could practically see the wheels turning in her head as she thought over the best course of action, played it out in her mind, and moved on to the next before arriving at a conclusion. “I think that’s best,” she finally answered. “Thank you.”
    “We can take care of our own,” the one named Joss practically spat. His eyes lit with malice as they bored into Brock. “What is he doing here?”
    “Knock it off,” Moira growled. “You two can whip your dicks out and compare sizes later. Right now, I expect you to do your jobs.”
    “Yes, Alpha,” both betas answered, though their eyes never left Brock.
    Apparently Moira wasn’t the only one Brock had a history with in Mission Landing. Pressing against his mate’s back to anchor himself, Koba focused his energy, sending it out to the group. Within seconds the hostility in their circle abated, and Moira gasped as her hand came up to cover her mouth. “You’re a—”
    “Not here,” Brock interrupted, eyeing the betas suspiciously. His arm extended behind him, wrapping around Koba’s waist and holding him protectively. “We’ll talk about it later.”
    Joss and Rip were staring in his direction with glazed expressions, and both had taken a step closer, though Koba doubted they even realized it. “Snap out of it,” Moira barked, pushing at their chests until they focused on her. “Start with the single females and those with children. No more than five to a group, though.”
    Once the men were occupied with their tasks, Moira shoved at Brock’s shoulders, ushering both him and Koba out of the barn.