Free Alpha Pack 3 - Black Moon by J. D. Tyler Page A

uncertainly, his heart pounding hard in his chest. A distant voice begged him not to do this, warned that this step would be irrevocable. Would bind him to the Unseelie
    until one or both of them died.
    “Drink, and never be alone again,” Malik said softly.
    Kalen’s tongue flicked out, tested the thick stream. The taste exploded on his tongue, sweet and rich
    as the finest red wine. A bolt of pleasure seared to his gut, his limbs, his cock, and he groaned, latching on more firmly.
    God, it was so good. So fucking fine. He wanted more, would do anything to get it as often as his
    companion would allow him.
    “Stop.” The order barely filtered through to his consciousness.
    Kalen blinked up at Malik and released his arm. Reluctantly. He licked his lips. “Please . . .”
    Malik stroked his hair, studied him almost lovingly. “There will be plenty more. Do not worry. We
    are bonded now, and my blood will be your reward when I’m pleased.”
    “And when you’re not pleased?”
    “You do not want to know. Just make certain that doesn’t happen.”
    He nodded, fear winding through his soul. What had he done? There was a lingering fog of lust that
    had banished all the caution he knew he should have. The guilt for having joined the enemy.
    “I’m not the enemy, my boy. Does anyone blame a lion for killing and feeding upon a gazelle?”
    “No, of course not. But—”
    “I want to rid the earth of scum like Billy,” he said, waving a claw at the corpse. “And I must eat,
    same as you or anyone. As a purebred Unseelie, I must have animal flesh and blood to survive, and if
    that means occasionally removing a violent, dangerous man such as this from the earth in the process,
    why is that wrong?”
    He couldn’t argue that point. Billy had been a motherfucker. And now he was food. Probably the
    only thing he’d ever been useful for.
    “What now?” he asked. “Will I live here with you?” The idea suddenly made him anxious. The Pack
    guys were his friends, too—well, except Aric. Most of them had made him welcome. Right?
    “Not yet. You must go back to your compound. For now, it is where you can help me the most.
    You’re going to practice the arts among them, beginning tomorrow.”
    “I won’t hurt them,” he said, body tensing. “Any of them.”
    Malik sighed. “Don’t fight the darkness, pet. You can’t win, now that you’ve accepted my bond.
    And why would you want to? Can’t you feel the power flooding you, stroking your cock like a woman’s
    lips? The ecstasy will only get better once you embrace our bond and let go of your previous
    inhibitions.”
    He swallowed a moan. “What do I do?”
    “Good boy,” he praised. “First, tell no one of our association. Practice on one of your teammates.
    Start small. Find a weakness and exploit it, discreetly. They mustn’t suspect you’re behind the incident.
    You’ll be surprised by how wonderful it feels to wield such a weapon.”
    “And then?”
    “Do as I say and you’ll come to me again soon. I will tell you what to do next, after you’ve begun to
    enjoy exercising your superior gifts over the others.”
    “That’s all?”
    “For now. Eager already?”
    He looked away, unable to answer. Too late, he was afraid of what he’d allowed to be set in motion.
    But the lure was so great, he didn’t know how to break free. Wasn’t sure he wanted to. But there was
    one certainty he had to make clear.
    “I won’t hurt Mackenzie. Ever,” he said in a low, dangerous tone. “She’s mine, and I’ll kill you and
    me both before that happens.”
    The Unseelie smiled, showing off his fangs. “Have the woman. What do I care? She’s merely a
    human and is nothing to my plans any longer, one way or the other.”
    “Fine.”
    With that settled, Malik shifted back into the form of an urbane, handsome man. He was once again
    fully clothed and one would never know he was anything but what he appeared to be. Unless they saw
    his half-eaten dinner