Free Xan's Feisty Mate by Elle Boon Page A

going to be fine, Bree.”
    He wanted to just get to the killing and get r done, but this shit was a complicated business.
    The first two men he saw were Shaw and Parker Mattice. He felt Breezy stiffen next to him, her soft face lined with worry. He leaned down and kissed Breezy’s forehead, he’d gut both her brothers if they hurt her.
    They walked up to him as a unit, both men blond like Breezy with dark brown eyes. They were about five foot eleven, but had the muscular build of all the wolves. Xan raised his eyebrows as they stood before him, wearing identical frowns.
    “What’s up, boys.” Xan met them head on.
    Shaw’s eyes went to the mating mark on Breezy’s neck then his, his stance relaxing. “Congrats, man. Dad will be pleased.” He held his hand out.
    Xan couldn’t resist ruffling the shorter man’s hair. “Thanks, buddy.”
    Parker laughed. “You really are funny. I do like you, and think you’re good for my sis.”
    Shaw gave them both dark looks. “Fuck off,” he said, smoothing his hair back.
    Breezy fixed them all with a droll stare, speaking with a knowing tone. “Stop with the pissing contest boys. I will not be cleaning up any of your blood. Let’s save it for our enemies.”
    Her words sobered them all.
    Kellen sat at the long table reserved for the MC members. Xan took the seat to his right, placing Breezy on his lap. The alpha rested his fists on the scarred table while he waited for the others to take their seats. Xan smelled the air of anticipation in the large room. He looked for his sister and her mate Rowan. The door to the bar opened, the scent of humans followed Lyric and Rowan. Five men he’d never met before, but looked every bit as dangerous as any he’d seen, trailed behind the couple. In their eyes he saw they were prepared for anything with the squared shoulders and military looking clothes. Rowan’s Phantom team, he assumed.
    Kellen indicated the other end of the table where the extra chairs were. “Have a seat, and thanks for coming on such short notice. I’m Kellen, and this is Xan my right hand.”
    “These are my friends. Kayan or Kayak, Oz, Coyle, Sully, and that big bastard is Tay.” Rowan pointed to each man.
    Xan looked each man over, stopping at the Polynesian one named Kayan, or Kayak. “Why Kayak?”
    Kayan’s dark eyes swam with mirth. “Cause they’re asshats?” He turned his gaze on the red haired one Rowan introduced as Oz. “We call him Oz since he’s crazier than a motherfucker. How’s that for an answer. That one,” he pointed to the African American man. “We call him Coyle, cause he’s like a snake, always coiled and ready to strike. This one is Sully. He gets all down in the dumps if we don’t let him kill something, hence sully. Last but not least is Tay. He’s just Tay, cause he’d kick all our asses if we didn’t call him what he told us.” He crossed muscled arms over his chest. “You can call me Kayan, or Kai.”
    Rowan started to laugh, but stopped as a knife flew through the air, embedding itself between the table where his hands were pressed. Xan growled, but his new pack member beat him to the actual punch, launching himself over the table in a blink. Kayan found himself pinned under two hundred and thirty pounds of pissed off wolf shifter.
    “You ever toss a weapon anywhere near my mate, I will rip your fucking head from your body before you can blink.” His voice had changed from human to beastlike.
    The men who’d come in with the other Phantom team members didn’t even blink or think to intervene.
    “That’s what I needed to see. You kept your beast too locked down. If we’re going to help protect you and your new pack, we needed to see what we were working with.” Kayan didn’t flinch or show a hint of fear. As Xan inhaled he was shocked to find not a trace wafted off the downed man.
    “Are you sure Oz is the crazy one in the group,” Xan asked pointedly.
    The women in the club had all shrank back away