Free The Lycan Hunter (The Gardinian World Series) by Kelsey Jordan Page A

track record of fighting first and all other options last, he figured Ronan didn’t.
    Turning to his mother, he said, “Whatever comes of that,” he motioned to Ronan and Marcela, “is a separate issue from our alliance. If you need us, we’ll be there.”
    “Thank you.” Erma rose from her seat and went to the door. “ Marcela , are you planning to test the limits of your chastity tonight or are you coming with me?”
    Ronan whispered something in the red faced female ’ s ear, causing her to brighten even more.
    “I’m going with you, Mikkoyi.”
    When they were gone, Kyran sat down and watched his brother. His demeanor could only be described as wistful. The fact that Ronan could even be wistful was unnerving to know about, let alone experience firsthand.
    “I’m in trouble, Kyran.”
    Kyran laughed. “And it only took ten minutes.”
    Ronan raked his hands through his hair. “Ten minutes? Really?”
    “Yeah.” He clapped his brother on his shoulder. “Sucks to be you.”
    “Not really.”
    “Why’s that?”
    “My weakness is a Tala. Yours, well yeah…”
    Kyran glanced over at the monitor and the seemingly asleep Hunter . Ronan was right. His weakness was reduced to a quantifiable and certifiable ‘well yeah.’
    For all of his brilliant ideas regarding ending the war between the Lycans and Hunters, he had managed to only complicate his own life by stumbling across the one woman on the planet that he couldn ’ t have.
    “I need you to go with me.”
    “Go where?”
    Kyran pointed to the screen. “To check on her.”
    “Why?”
    “So I won’t do something stupid.”
    Ronan let out a muffled chuckle. “Alright.”
    Kyran stretched his tense shoulders. His body was on edge, and it would take very little to tip the scales. Violence was something he tended to avoid, usually using meditation or prayer as a way to stymie the tension.
    However, on the rare occasions when he was pushed too hard, Kyran went into a berserker mode and very few people could bring him out of it. Ronan was the only person still living that would be able to do it.
    “Hey, Kyran, you ready?”
    Still lost in his thoughts, Kyran nodded and followed Ronan out of his room.
     

C HAPTER 9
    WHEN THEY STEPPED into the Hunter ’ s room, Kyran froze, slammed into place by his other method of relieving tension.
    Following Arik ’ s Ardethen, Kyran had found himself constantly on the edge in his new role as Mikko. One day, after breaking a few too many noses, arms, and one jaw, he found himself in the bed of a human woman. He didn ’ t know exactly how he got there, but one woman didn ’ t cut it. By the end of the night, he had a bevy of female bodies around him, all blissfully sated. He, on the other hand, had only managed to pull himself away from the ledge to a more controlled but taut state. It had been better than nothing, and he’d managed to avoid killing anyone.
    Ronan waved his hand on front of his face. “Mikko, did you want to examine her or did you want me to do it?”
    “You do it.”
    Kyran couldn ’ t look at Ronan. He was too caught up in the gentle pink color of the Hunter ’ s full lips and the gentle rise and fall of her breasts.
    The way her hair fanned around her face made him take a step forward. He needed to grip it, run his hands through its silky lengths , let it drape around him as she strad– Shit .
    He forced himself to take a step back. It would have been easier to swim after being fitted with cement shoes, but he managed.
    “Mikko, you might want to look at this.”
    Kyran peered at the Hunter ’ s exposed torso. “She can go home tomorrow.”
    He walked over to the bed, repeating a mantra for strength in the face of temptation. He shook the thermos.
    “So are you trying to make me force feed you, Hunter?”
    “No.”
    “Then eat.”
    “No.”
    Kyran looked at her for a second before he turned and went to the panel. He needed to leave, because even her slight defiance was causing