Rescuing Their Virgin Mate[Pack Wars-Book 3] Read Online Free

threw Dirk
off balance. Russian, he’d guess. The general’s intel never uncovered this fact. The stakes just shot
higher. Then Dirk’s body responded to something else nearby. He couldn’t figure
out why the urge to shift enveloped him. Everyone in the hallway was a
werewolf, so that didn’t explain it.
    I’m
feeling odd. Maybe Clay
had an explanation.
    Me,
too, but keep cool.
    Not being in control bugged
the shit out of him. Going undercover at the exact moment his body decided to
go haywire wasn’t a good omen.
    “Gentlemen, tell me what
you’re looking for in a woman. Perhaps I can guide you.”
    Just then, the door they’d
entered through opened, and Dirk glanced behind him. Two more gentlemen he didn’t recognize walked in.
Neither were shifters. Interesting .
Hood nodded to them as if he knew them well. Both men acknowledged the guard
stationed at the second door on the right and slipped into the room. Dirk hoped
Elena wasn’t the one in there.
    Between the two of them, Clay
was better thinking on his feet. You
answer him .
    His partner glanced at him,
but he hid his surprise well. “We need someone soft and nubile to fill out our
line. Dargon and I want someone we can train.”
    Why the general chose the
stupid name Dargon as an alias was beyond him. A
spark of uncertainty flashed in Hood’s eye. Damn .
Clay’s description shouldn’t have been so precise.
    The man’s smile didn’t reach
his eyes. “I think I might be able to accommodate you. Would you like me to
hold your money while you look?” He held out a hand.
    Since the case required an
eye scan to open the lock, he figured Hood wouldn’t be able to steal the money.
“Sure.” Dirk handed it to him. Immediately, Hood passed it off to one of his
men.
    “As long as no one else is in
the room with the lady, feel free to check out each one, but please don’t harm
the merchandise. You break it, you pay for it.”
    The warning wasn’t necessary.
    Since they didn’t know which
room contained Elena, they started as far away from the newcomers as possible.
No potential buyer was inside the first room, but the captive wasn’t Elena. Her
mother had provided a picture of her very beautiful daughter and this blonde
didn’t look remotely like her. He wouldn’t put it past Hood to dye the woman’s
hair to make identification more difficult, but even Hood couldn’t have made a
girl grow four inches.
    A blonde, with very long
legs, sat on a red sofa with her hands tightly laced on her lap, her crossed
legs bouncing up and down. Dirk spotted the security camera in two corners.
Most likely there would be audio, too.
    Talk
to her , he telepathed to
Clay. Christ this sucked. Pretending to buy a woman as their sexual slave made
him sick.
    Clay held out his hand. “Well
hello. My name’s Randy. What’s yours?”
    Her smile came out weak.
“Cindy.”
    “Hello, Cindy. Why don’t you
stand so we can see what you have to offer?”
    What
the fuck are you doing?
    Making
us look good . Stand between the camera and me .
    Dirk understood and slipped
behind his friend. To block more of the visual, he placed his hands behind his
head. Clay ran his fingers down her arms and even patted her butt, but he was
as respectful as possible. He asked her a few questions about her education and
where she was from. The girl shook and Dirk tightened his hands into fists.
    Let’s
go . It took all of his
self-control not to kill someone.
    “Thank you, Cindy. You’re a
beautiful girl.”
    “Thank you.” The girl, who
barely looked eighteen, dropped back onto the sofa.
    As soon as they stepped out,
Clay went into full-blown acting mode. “She’s a real beauty. We could make a
mint off her.” His tone sounded too fake and too loud. “The guys would line up
to get those full lips on their cocks.”
    So furious, Dirk couldn’t
even respond. Instead of entering the next room, he decided to look in each
window first. The sooner they found Elena, the better he’d feel. He