Free Gluten-Free Gamma by Angelique Voisen

GLUTEN-FREE GAMMA
     
    Wolves
of New Haven, 3
     
    Angelique Voisen
     
    Copyright
© 2014
     
     
     
    Prologue
     
    “Please, Alpha. Have mercy. It was
a mistake to challenge you. I’ll do anything you want,” the fallen giant
whimpered at his feet over and over again.
    Jax Starr, the Alpha to the Starr Mountain Pack—the largest and most influential
pack in the region—looked his latest challenger over. Harlan Priest’s whiny
voice was beginning to get on his nerves. At the very least, Jax was pleased he managed to wipe the conceited smirk off
the intruder’s face. No one challenged Jax and
won.  
    Jax didn’t become Alpha by chance. The lands surrounding the Starr Mountain region
may belong to Jax’s family, but leadership succession
in the pack was based on strength and merit. When it came to his enemies, he
left very little to chance.
    Harlan Priest should have done his
research before foolishly challenging him. There was nothing much left of the
rakish biker. Beaten savagely to a pulp, the half-man, half-beast on the ground
was a bloody mess of claw and teeth marks, too weak to shift back to either
form.
    The best the interloper could hope
for was death. It was just too bad Jax wasn’t the one
to give it to him. Leaving his crippled enemies alive was the only way to teach
them their place.
    A half-shifter monster had no place
in the shifter world or the human world. The rest of his wolves who came to
watch the spectacle had lost interest and were already beginning to disperse
into their own little groups.
    “Get this piece of trash out of my
sight,” Jax said with obvious disgust to his second.
    Reed Williams nodded to him with
his colorless eyes. He was about to lift Harlan when he uttered a last, choking
sound.
    “Reed, wait.” Jax pressed a bare foot into the creature’s bloody ribs. “What did you just say,
you piece of trash?”
    Harlan peeled his obscene lips
back, revealing his sharp canines. His beady eyes gleamed with a mix of hope
and malice. The pathetic beast knew he’d just won his golden ticket. “They say
you’re looking for a secret way into the New Haven Pack.”
    “And let me guess: you have a way?” Jax asked in a mocking voice.
    “Those who want desperately to live
say anything,” Reed said tonelessly by his side, his left hand already changing
into a lethal claw.
    “I won’t deny I’m desperate,”
Harlan agreed, spitting out a wad of blood. “Let me live, Alpha, and I can show
you a way to rip that pack out from the inside out.”
    Jax normally would’ve agreed with Reed. He’d seen desperate men on the verge of
dying plead, beg, and make bargains just to outwit death. There was something
else in Harlan Priest’s eyes, though, that made him reconsider the offer. The
gleam in his bestial eyes told Jax there was
something more powerful than desperation lurking inside him.
    “How does the New Haven Pack
concern you?”
    “They stole something important to
me. It’s time I repay them back in full.”
    Jax stared him down and asked flatly, “What did they steal?”
    “My former lover and mate,
Terrence,” Harlan growled.
    Jax approvingly watched the shiver of rage take control of the Harlan’s broken
body. Mad wolves driven by their anger and their uncontrollable beasts could
sometimes be effective when pushed toward the right direction.
    “We have a deal, Harlan Priest,” Jax said. “If you fail me, I suggest you run, because I
don’t give second chances. Reed, help him up.”
    Harlan let out a sigh of relief.
    “You’re a lucky man, Harlan
Priest,” Reed said.
    Although his second would never
contradict him aloud, Jax could tell he didn’t like
the idea. Going through an indirect route to his enemies wasn’t exactly
honorable, but his enemies didn’t deserve his honor.
    They’d stolen his son, Derrick,
from him. Granted, his son was an embarrassment, but they’d still taken him.
Not only that, they’d also taken two of his wolves, and no one stole