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

“Are you nuts? Get him out of here.”
    “I’m more than capable of finding the house on my own.” Arching his neck, Koba kissed the side of Brock’s throat and pushed him forward. “Help her.” Sometimes being an omega was more of a curse than a gift, and this was one of those times.
    “Watch your back. I’ll meet you there once we’re finished.”
    “There are clothes in the guest bedroom that should fit you.” Moira scrunched her nose and shuddered. “Feel free to use the shower. I insist.”
    Ah, so she did have a sense of humor. Clearly the Ice Queen wasn’t nearly as cold as she’d have everyone to believe. Good to know. “Will you think about me while I’m gone?”
    Moira blushed all the way to the tips of her ears and cleared her throat. She didn’t seem to have anything to say, though, and after a few seconds of just staring, she hurried across the barn to help her betas.
    Chuckling quietly, Brock shook his head and nudged Koba out the doors. “Get out of here before she realizes what just happened.”
    No, Moira knew exactly what was going on, and so did Brock. Koba just had to find a way to get them to both admit it. Good thing he loved a challenge because he’d never met a more stubborn pair in his life.

Chapter Three
     
    “I fucked up, Mo. I don’t know what happened. I just snapped.”
    “You attacked the alpha!” Moira covered her mouth with her hand, and her eyes grew wide and terrified. “That’s punishable by death. We have to leave.” Hurrying across the room, she began pulling clothes out of the dresser, flinging them haphazardly toward the bed.
    “Mo, stop.” Brock’s arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her tight to his chest. “You can’t come with me. Not right now.”
    “What?” Spinning around, she shoved forcefully at his chest. “What are you talking about? Of course I’m coming with you!”
    “Listen to me.” Brock grabbed her face in both hands, giving her no choice but to look at him. “It’s too dangerous. They’re not just going to let me stroll out of here and go on my merry way. No one cares that I’m the alpha’s son. They’re going to come for me.”
    “I can help you.” Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over to cascade down her cheeks. “Don’t do this, Brock.”
    “It’s not forever,” he promised, pressing his lips to her forehead. “Just stay here for now. My dad adores you. No one is going to hurt you. Just for a little while, Mo.”
    “How long?”
    “A few weeks, maybe a month. Not long. Once things die down and I find a place for us to stay, I’ll send word. I can’t come back here, but I’ll let you know where to meet me. Just for a little while,” he repeated.
    It made sense. She could admit that, even if her heart was breaking over the thought of him leaving. “Be careful,” she whispered, pushing up on her toes to kiss his lips. She wanted to tell him she loved him, but it felt too much like a good-bye, like she’d never see him again. “Hurry.”
     
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    Closing her eyes and breathing deeply, Moira rested her brow against the cool tiles as the water from the shower beat against her back. She’d waited for months, holding on to even the tiniest sliver of hope that Brock would come back for her.
    He never came.
    He never contacted her.
    He was just gone.
    After six months without any type of communication, she’d been forced to accept that Brock wouldn’t be returning and had been prepared to leave Mission Landing. Before she could make her escape, however, the former alpha had disappeared, and the pack had turned to her to lead them.
    She’d rehearsed a hundred different things to say if she ever saw him again. Now, Brock was back, and she was hiding in the damn shower, taking a stroll down memory lane. Well, he’d kept her waiting long enough. It wouldn’t kill him to wait five more minutes.
    It had been a long, eventful night, and Moira felt exhausted right down to her blue-painted